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1. Young and lap-py while thou art, Not a fur-row on thy brow, Not a sorrow in thy 2. Life will have its evil years, When its skies are overcast, All the present, thronged with

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heart, Seek the Lord thy Saviour now. In its freshness bring the flower, While the fears, And with vain re-grets, the past. Let him trem ble, who his heart Brings not

dew up on it lies, In the cool and cloudless hour Of the morn-ing sa-cri-fice. in en hour like this, Lest Je-ho-vah say—" Depart, You shall never taste my bliss.

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Ev er lightly, Ever brightly, Every hour doth joy im- part.

2. Angels standing, where we're wandering, Watch our walk and guard our way;

Like the showers on the flowers,

So fall blessings all the day.

3. Day 's declining, stars are shining,

Gleaming through the tranquil night;

Eyelids closing, safe reposing,
Rest we till the morning light.

4. Father! holy, pure and lowly,
May Thy children ever be;
Anthems swelling, with Thee dwelling,
Here and in eternity.

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2. All this day Thy hand has led us,

And we thank Thee for Thy care;

Thou hast clothed us, warmed us, fed us,
Listen to our evening prayer!

3. May our sins be all forgiven;

Bless the friends we love so well;
Take us, when we die, to heaven,
Happy there with Thee to dwell.

MARY LUNDIE DUNCAN.

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Cradle Hymn.

1. Husи, my dear, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed,
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.

2. Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment,
House and home thy friends provide;
All, without thy care or payment,
All thy wants are well supplied.
3. How much better thou 'rt attended
Than the Son of God could be,
When from heaven He descended,
And became child like thee.
4. Soft and easy is thy cradle-
Coarse and hard the Saviour lay,
When His birth-place was a stable,
And His softest bed was hay.

5. Blessed Babe, what glorious features,
Spotless, fair, divinely bright!
Must He dwell with brutal creatures?-
How could angels bear the sight!
6. Was there nothing but a manger
Cursed sinners could afford

To receive the heavenly Stranger?
Did they thus affront their Lord?
7. Soft, my child--I did not chide thee,
Tho' my song might sound too hard;
'Tis thy mother sits beside thee,
And her arm shall be thy guard.
8. Yet, to read the shameful story
How the Jews abused their King;
How they served the Lord of glory,
Makes me angry while I sing.

9 See the kinder shepherds round Him,
Telling wonders from the sky;
There they sought Him, there they found Him,
With his virgin mother by.

10. See the lovely Babe a-dressing,

Lovely Infant, how He smiled!
When He wept, the mother's blessing
Soothed and hushed the holy Child.

11. Lo, He slumbers in His manger,

Where the horned oxen feed-
Peace, my darling, here 's no danger,
Here's no ox a-near thy bed.
12. 'Twas to save thee, child, from dying,
Save my dear from burning flame,
Bitter groans, and endless crying,

That thy blest Redeomer came.
13. Mayst thou live to know and fear Him,
Trust and love Him all Thy days!
Then go dwell for ever near Him,
See His face, and sing His praise.

14. I could give thee thousand kisses,
Hoping what I most desire;
Not a mother's fondest wishes
Can to greater joys aspire.

WATTE.

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1. I think when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How He

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called little children as lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with them then.

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1. Our Father in heaven, We hallow Thy name! May Thy kingdom holy On earth be the same!

O give to us daily Our portion of bread, It is from Thy bounty That all must be fed.

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2. Forgive our transgressions,

And teach us to know That humble compassion That pardons each foe;

Keep us from temptation, From weakness and sin, And Thine be the glory For ever-Amen!

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Jesus Christ my Lord and Saviour, Once became a child like me, 70 that in my whole be-ha - vior,

D. C. But the Lord was meek and lowly,

He my pattern And was never

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1. JESUS Christ, my Lord and Saviour,
Once became a child like me;
O that in my whole behavior
He my pattern still might be.

2. All my nature is unholy,

Pride and passion dwell within;
But the Lord was meek and lowly,
And was never known to sin.

3. While I'm often vainly trying

Some new pleasure to possess,
He was always self-denying,
Patient in His worst distress.

4. Let me never be forgetful

Of His precepts any more:
Idle, passionate, and fretful,

As I've often been before.

5. Help me, by Thy word to measure
Every deed and every thought,
Thinking it my greatest pleasure
There to learn what Thou hast taught.

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1. LORD, a little band, and lowly,

We are come to sing to Thee;
Thou art great, and high, and holy—
O how solemn should we be!

2. Fill our hearts with thoughts of Jesus, And of heaven, where He is gone;

And let nothing ever please us
He would grieve to look upon.

3. For we know the Lord of glory
Always sees what children do,
And is writing now the story
Of our thoughts and actions, too.

4. Let our sins be all forgiven;

Make us fear whate'er is wrong; Lead us on our way to heaven, There to sing a nobler song.

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1. WHAT a strange and wondrous story,
From the Book of God is read-
How the Lord of life and glory
Had not where to lay His head.

2. How He left His throne in heaven,
Here to suffer, bleed, and die,
That my soul might be forgiven,
And ascend to God on high.

3. Father! let Thy Holy Spirit
Still reveal a Saviour's love,
And prepare me to inherit
Glory where He reigns above;

4. There, with saints and angels dwelling,
May I that great love proclaim,
And with them be ever telling,
All the wonders of His name.

LUCIUS. C. M.

Templi Carmina.

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1. I thank the goodness and the grace That on my birth have smiled,

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1. I THANK the goodness and the grace
That on my birth have smiled,
And made me, in these latter days,
A happy, Christian child.

2. I was not born as thousands are,

Where God is never known,
And taught to say a useless prayer
To gods of wood and stone.

3. I was not born without a home,
In some poor broken shed,
A gipsy baby, taught to roam,
And steal my daily bread.

4. I was not born a little slave,

To labor in the sun,

And wish I were but in my grave,
And all my labor done.

5. My God, I thank Thee, who hast planned A better lot for me,

And placed me in this favored land,
Where I may hear of Thee.

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1. ALMIGHTY God! Thy piercing eye
Strikes thro' the shades of night,
And our most secret actions lie
All open to Thy sight.

2. There's not a sin that we commit, Nor wicked word we say,

But in Thy dreadful book 'tis writ
Against the judgment-day.

3. Lord, at Thy foot ashamed I lie;
Upwards I dare not look;

Pardon my sins before I die,

And blot them from Thy book.

5. Remember all the dying pains,

Thou, my Redeemer felt,
And let Thy blood wash out my stains,
And answer for my guilt.

6. O may I now for ever fear

To indulge a sinful thought,

Since the great God can see and hear,
And writes down every fault.

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WATTS.

1. WHY should I join with those in play, In whom I've no delight,

Who curse and swear, but never pray,
Who call ill names and fight.

2. I hate to hear a wanton song,

Their words offend my ears;
I should not dare defile my tongue
With language such as theirs.

3. Away from fools I'll turn my eyes,
Nor with the scoffers go;

I would be walking with the wise,
That wiser I may grow.

4. From one rude boy that's used to mock, They learn the wicked jest,

One sickly sheep infects the flock,
And poisons all the rest.

5. My God, I hate to walk or dwell
With sinful children here,
Then let me not be sent to hell,

Where none but sinners are.

WATTS

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