2. I never should be weary,
Nor ever shed a tear,
Nor ever know a sorrow,
Nor ever feel a fear;
But blessed, pure, and holy,
I'd dwell in Jesus' sight,
And with ten thousand thousands
Praise him both day and night.

3. I know I'm weak and sinful,
But Jesus will forgive;
For many little children

Have gone to heaven to live.
Dear Saviour, when I languish,
And lay me down to die,
Oh send a shining angel
To bear me to the sky.

For no one marked an angry word
That ever heard him speak.
Alas, I'm not like Jesus,

As any one may see:

O, gentle Saviour, send thy grace, And make me like to thee.

24. The precious Story.

1. How precious is the story

Of our Redeemer's birth,
Who left the realms of glory,
And came to dwell on earth:
He saw our sad condition,

Our guilt and sin and shame;
To save us from perdition

The blessed Jesus came.
2. He came to earth from heaven,
To weep and bleed and die,
That we might be forgiven,

And raised to God on high.
His kindness and compassion

To children then were shown,
The heirs of his salvation,

He claimed them for his own. 3. Oh may I love this Saviour,

So good, so kind, so mild;
And may I find his favor,
A young though sinful child;
And in his blessed heaven

May I at last appear,
With all my sins forgiven,

To know and praise him there.

25. Singing of Jesus.

1. COME, let us sing of Jesus,
While hearts and accents blend,
Come, let us sing of Jesus,
The sinner's only friend;
His holy soul rejoices

Amid the choirs above,
To hear our youthful voices
Exulting in his love.

2. We love to sing of Jesus,

Who wept our path along;
We love to sing of Jesus,

The tempted and the strong;
None who besought his healing,
He passed unheeded by;
And still retains his feeling
For us above the sky.

3. We love to sing of Jesus,
Who died our souls to save;
We love to sing of Jesus,

Triumphant o'er the grave;
And in our hour of danger

We'll trust his love alone,
Who once slept in a manger,
And now sits on the throne.
4. Then let us sing of Jesus,

While yet on earth we stay,
And hope to sing of Jesus

Throughout eternal day;
For those who here confess him
He will in heaven confess,
And faithful hearts that bless him
He will for ever bless.

26. To the Saviour Crucified.

1. O SACRED Head, now wounded,

With grief and shame weighed
Now scornfully surrounded [down;
With thorns, thy only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss till now was thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.

2. Oh noblest brow and dearest,
In other days the world
All feared when thou appearedst.
What shame on thee is hurled!
How art thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn;
How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn!
3. What language shall I borrow
To thank thee, dearest Friend,
For this thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Oh make me thine for ever;
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to thee.
4. Be near when I am dying;
Oh show thy cross to me,
And for my succor flying,

Come, Lord, to set me free.
These eyes new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely, through thy love,

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a-mong men, How he

called

2. I wish that his hands 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.

3. Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go,
And ask for a share in his love;
And if I thus earnestly seek him below,
I shall see him and hear him above

4. In that beautiful place he has gone to prepare
For all who are washed and forgiven;
And many dear children are gathering there,
"For of such is the kingdom of heaven."

28. Filial Affection.

1. Be kind to thy father, for when thou wast young, Who loved thee so fondly as he?

He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue, And joined in thy innocent glee.

2. Be kind to thy mother, for lo, on her brow May traces of sorrow be seen;

Oh, well may'st thou cherish and comfort her now, For loving and kind she hath been.

3. Remember thy mother; for thee will she pray As long as God giveth her breath:

With accents of kindness then cheer her lone way, E'en to the dark valley of death.

1. When ma- ny to

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2. "For bid them not, nor

Sav-iour's feet Their lit tle children brought, And from the source of harsh-ly chide Their wish to see my face, For little children

3. Dear children, Jesus is the same,
Though now enthroned above;
He waits to bless you as of old
With his forgiving love.

He marks with joy each faint attempt
His favor to obtain,

And to allure the soul away,
The world displays its charms;
But look to Jesus, for his power

Your foes can ne'er withstand;
Let him but say, "Forbid them not,"
They 'll fly at his command.

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4. Then fly to the Saviour, dear children, to-day, While life's feeble taper is burning;

The Spirit now strives; should you grieve him away, In vain may you wait his returning.-CHо.