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L.M. 1 LORD, I have passed another day;
And come to thank Thee, for Thy care; Forgive my faults, in work and play,
And listen to my evening prayer.
And friends, who all my wants supply;
Preservd and guarded by Thine eye.
Whate'er I've said or done amiss ;
To serve Thee better than in this.
A helpless child beneath Thy care ;
To listen to my evening prayer. VI. SCRIPTURE EXAMPLES AND FACTS. 80.
Children Coming to Jesus. P.M. 1 I THINK
when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How He called little children, as lambs, to
His fold, I should like to have been with them then. I wish that His hand had been placed on my
head, That His arm had been thrown around me,
And that I might have seen His kind look
when He said
“ Let the little ones come unto Me." 2 If Jesus were here, and would smile on my song,
When to love Him and praise Him I tried, With sweetest hosannas I'd join in the throng,
And would press myself close to His side.
I would cling to His sheltering knee;
“Let the little ones come unto Me."
And ask for a share of His love;
I shall see Him and hear Him above,
For all who are washed and forgiven;
“For of such is the kingdom of heaven.”
Never heard of that beautiful home; [fall, I should like them to know there is room for
them all, And that Jesus has bid them to come. I so long for the joy of that glorious time,
The sweetest, and brightest, and best, When the dear little children of every clime
Shall crowd to His arm sand be blest.
The Widow's Son.
She had no son
And he fell sick and died.
2 And many a friend shed many a tear,
But none had power to save ;
To bear it to the grave.
3 When lo! a company appears,
A band by Jesus led !--
Jesus can raise the dead !
4 His heart, with tender pity moved,
Felt for the widow's grief; “ Weep not,” He said, and soon He proved
His hand could give relief. 5 He touch'd the bier,—the mourner's eyes
Are fix'd upon the Lord;
Is His almighty word.
No tear need now be shed;
The child she mourn'd as dead.
C.M. 1 SHE loved her Saviour, and to Him
Her costliest present brought;
No gift too rare she thought. 2 And though the prudent worldling frown'd,
And thought the poor bereft,
For he approved the gift. 3 So let the Saviour be ador'd,
And not the poor despis’d;
But all, give all to Christ.
'Tis our great Father's plan, That mutual wants and mutual care
May bind us, man to man.
Give to the weary rest ;
And help for all distrest :
Thy faith, thy love supreme;
And so, give all to Him.
Christ Stilling the Tempest. 1 A
LITTLE ship was on the sea,
It was a pretty sight;
And all was calm and bright.
The wind grew loud and strong;
It blew the waves along.
Of sinking in the deep ;
And He was fast asleep.
They cried, -their Master heard !
And still'd them with a word.
6 He to the storm says,.-"Peace, be still!"
The raging billows cease;
And all are hush'd to peace.
Our Saviour and our Friend;
Will never, never end.