C. M.



Songs of Children in Heaven.

1 There is a glorious world of light

Above the starry sky,
Where saints departed, clothed in white,

Adore the Lord most high.

2 And hark! - amid the sacred songs

Those heavenly voices raise,
Ten thousand thousand infant tongues

Unite in perfect praise.

3 Those are the hymns that we shall know

If Jesus we obey ;
That is the place where we shall go,

If found in wisdom's way.

L. M.



The Call of Samuel.

i In Israel's fane, by silent night,

The lamp of God was burning bright;
And there, by viewless angels kept,
Samuel, the child, securely slept.

2 A voice unknown the stillness broke; “ Samuel!" it called, and thrice it spoke; He rose; he asked whence came the word; From Eli? No, it was the Lord.

3 Thus early called to serve his God,

In paths of righteousness he trod;
Prophetic visions fired his breast,
And all the chosen tribes were blest.

4 Speak, Lord! and, from our earliest days,

Incline our hearts to love thy ways;
Thy wakening voice hath reached our ear:
Speak, Lord, to us; thy servants hear.

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Teaching little Children.
i O say not, think not, heavenly notes

To childish ears are vain,
That the young mind at randoin floats,

And cannot reach the strain.

2 Was not our Lord a little child,

Taught by degrees to pray, By father dear and mother mild

Instructed day by day?
3 And loved he not of heaven to talk

With children in his sight,
To meet them in his daily walk,

And to his arms invite?

4 And though some tones be weak and low,

What are all prayers beneath,
But cries of babes that cannot know

Half the deep thought they breathe? 5 In his own words we Christ adore;

But angels, as we speak, Higher above our meaning soar

Than we o'er children weak. 6 And yet bis words mean more than they,

And yet he owns their e ; O think not that he turns away

From infants' simple lays!

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Watts. The aged Saint's Reflection and Hope. Psalm 71. | My God, my everlasting hope,

I live upon thy truth; Thine hands have held my childhood up,

And strengthened all my youth.

2 Still has my life new wonders seen

Repeated every year;
Behold my days that yet remain,

I trust them to thy care.

3 Cast me not off when strength declines,

When hoary hairs arise ;
And round me let thy glories shine,

Whene'er thy servant dies.

4 Let me thy power and truth proclaim

To the surviving age,
And leave a savor of thy name

When I shall quit the stage.

5 The land of silence and of death

Attends my next remove ;
O may these poor remains of breath

Teach the wide world thy love.

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1 As various as the moon

Is man's estate below;
To his bright day of gladness soon

Succeeds a night of woe.



9 The night of woe resigns

Its darkness and its grief:
Again the morn of comfort shines,
And brings our souls relief.
Yet not to fickle chance

Is man's condition given;
His dark and shining hours advance

By the fixed laws of Heaven.
God measures unto all

Their lot of good or ill;
Nor this too great, nor that too small,

Ordained by wisest will.
Let man conform his mind

To every changing state:
Rejoicing now, and now resigned,

And the great issue wait.
Hopeful and humble, bear

Thine evil and thy good :
Nor, by presumption nor despair,

Weak mortal, be subdued.



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Man's Weakness.


Weak and irresolute is man:

The purpose of to-day, Woven with pains into his plan,

To-morrow rends away. 2 Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part; Virtue engages his assent,

But pleasure wins his heart.

3 Bound on a voyage of fearful length,

Through dangers little known,
A stranger to superior strength,

Man vainly trusts his own.
But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the distant coast;
The breath of heaven must swell the sail,

Or all the toil is lost.

C. H. M.



What is your Life?

1 O what is life? — 't is like a flower That blossoms and is

gone ; It flourishes its little hour,

With all its beauty on:
Death comes, and, like a wintry day,

It cuts the lovely flower away.
2 O what is life? 't is like the bow

That glistens in the sky:
We love to see its colors glow;

But while we look, they die:
Life fails as soon :-to-day 't is here;

To-morrow it may disappear. 3 Lord, what is life? — if spent with thee,

In humble praise and prayer,
How long or short its date may be,

We feel no anxious care :
Though life depart, our joys shall last
When time and all its joys are past.

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