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There's a crown for little children,
Above the bright blue sky;
And all who look for Jesus,
Shall wear it by and by:
A crown of brightest glory,
Which He will then bestow
On all who've found his favour,
And loved his name below.

There's a song for little children,
Above the bright blue sky;

A song that will not weary,
Though sung continually;
which even angels

A

song

Can never, never sing:

They know not Christ as Saviour,
But worship Him as King.

There's a robe for little children,
Above the bright blue sky;
And a harp of sweetest music,
And a palm of victory.
All, all above are treasured,
And found in Christ alone;
Oh, come, dear little children,
That all may be your own.

LONDON: WILLIAM MACINTOSH,
24, Paternoster row, E.C.

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GIFTS AND NEEDS.

THIS number of the Hope is to be all about the needs of the poor Mission schools, especially in the country, and the gifts which last winter were kindly sent for them, but there will not be half room enough for all I have to say, because I want to insert two long letters which came to me last winter too late to put in. I have to thank a great many kind friends for gifts sent last winter; gifts which enabled me to supply the most pressing needs of the children at Moyrus, Roundstone, Errismore, Errislannan, Renvyle, Clonluan, and Streamstown, besides innumerable comforts for the poor wee ragged ones of the Coombe and Luke-street in Dublin. As most of the parcels contained gifts also for the Birds' Nest, I have found it most convenient to acknowledge gifts by name in the Bird's Nest report. Some friends have sent their help in money,

and this has enabled me to purchase and get made boys' clothing, and other necessaries which no parcels contain, besides ministering to the necessities of sick and dying followers of the Saviour. Of these I hope before Christmas to write a separate Our friends who send

account.

such gifts little know how very much comfort they are the means of bestowing, or how cheering it is to our heart to find faithful friends year after year, some for as many as sixteen years, making a collection or sending gifts, and never forgetting our needs. Some who as children began so long ago to help us continued their ministry until the Saviour called them to His own home, saying, "Come, ye blessed of my Father." Some, all that time lying on beds of suffering, have found their own sorrows lessened by thus trying to alleviate those of others. Some have given their money, some their time, some their

There's a crown for little children,
Above the bright blue sky;
And all who look for Jesus,
Shall wear it by and by:
A crown of brightest glory,

Which He will then bestow
On all who've found his favour,
And loved his name below.

There's a song for little children,
Above the bright blue sky;
A song that will not weary,
Though sung continually;
A song which even angels
Can never, never sing:
They know not Christ as Saviour,
But worship Him as King.

There's a robe for little children,
Above the bright blue sky;
And a harp of sweetest music,
And a palin of victory.
All, all above are treasured,
And found in Christ alone;
Oh, come, dear little children,
That all may be your own.

LONDON: WILLIAM MACINTOSH,
24, Paternoster row, E.C.

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