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Published by International Colportage Mission of Algoma and the North-West. Toronto Depot, - - 202 King Street East. GEORGE BUSKIN, Agent of Mission. " OF IRA4SE TO «;OL). HOW glorious i mr hea nly ig. Who reigns above the sky ' How shall a child presume '< y^ His dreadful majesty ? 2 How great his pow'r is, none i Nor think how large his grat Not men below, nor saints that * si On high before his face. 3 Not angels that stand round the L«^ ' Can search his secret will ; But they perform his heav'niy word. And sing his praises still. 4 Then let me join this holy train, And my first offerings bring ; Th' eternal Cod will not disdain To hea> an infant sing. 5 My heart resolves, my tongue obeys. And angels shall rejoice To hear the mighty ^Jaker's praise Sound from a feeble voice. « WATTS' DIVINE S.tures with his word, And then pronounceu them good. 4 Lord, how thy wonders are display'd. Where'er I turn mine eyes ; If I survey the ground I tread, Or g-^re upon the skies ! 5 There's not a plant or fl )w'r below But makes thy glory known ; And clouds arise, and tempests blow, By order from thy throne. V Creatures (as num'rous as they be) Are subject to thy care ; There's not a place where we can flee But God is present there. 7 In heav'n he shines with beams of love With wrath in hell beneath ; 'Tis on his earth I stand (^r move, And 'tis his air I breathe. WATTS DIVINE SONGS. 8 lit: hand is my perpetual guard, He keeps me with his eye : Why should I th?n fi)rget the Lord, Who is for ever nigh "* >*RAISK TO GOD FOR OUR RCDEMrTIOJf. 1 BLEST be the wis om and the pow'r, The justice and me grace, That join'd in council to restore And save our ruin'd race. 2 Our father ate forbidden fruit. And from his glory ft'U ; And we, his children, thus were brought To death, and near to hell. 3 Blest be the Lord, thr»t sent his Son To take our flesh and blood ; He for our lives gave up his own, To make our peace with God. 4 He honour'd all b Fither's laws, Which we have disobey'd ; He bore our sins upon the cross, And our full ransom paid. 5 Behold him rising from the grave ! Behold him raised on high ! He pleads his merits there to save Transgressors doom'd to aie. 6 There on a glorious throne he reigus And, by his pow'r divine. Redeems us from the slavish chains Of Satan and of sin. iL^^ WATTS' DIVINE SONGS. 7 Thence shall the Lord to judgment come. And with a sov'reign voice, Shall call, and break up ev'ry tomb, While waking saints rejoice. 8 O may I then with joy appear Before the Judge's face, And with the bless'd assembly there Sing his redeemirg grace! PRAISE FOR MERCIES SPIRITUAL AND TEMPORAL. 1 WHENEVER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see ! What shall I render lo my God For all his gifts to me ? 2 Not more than others I deserve. Yet God hath giv'n me more ; For I have food, while others starve, Or beg from door to door. 3 How many children, in the street, Half naked I behold ! While I am clothed from head to feet, And cover'd from the cold. 4 While some poor wretches scarce can tell Where they may lay their head, I have a home wherein to dwell, And rest upon my bed. 5 While others early !earn to swear, And curse, and lie, and steal ; Lord, I am taught thy name to fear, And do thy holy will. WATTS DIVINE SONGS. 6 Are these thy favours, day by day. To me above the rest ? Then let me love thee more than they, And try to serve thee best. PRAISE FOR BIRTH AND EDUCATION IN A CHRISTIAN LAND. 1 GREAT God, to thee my voice I raise, To thee my youngest hours belong ; I would begin my life with praise, Till growing years improve the song. 2 'Tis to thy sov'reign grace I owe That I was born on British ground ; Where streams of heav'nly mercy flow. And words of sweet salvation sound. I would not change my native land For rich Peru with all her gold ; A nobler prize lies in my hand Than east or western Indies hold. 4 How do I pity those that dwell Where ignorance and darkness reigns . They know no heav'n, they fear no hell, Those endless joys, those endless pains. c Thy glorious promises, O Lord, Kindle my hopes and my desire ; While all the preachers of thy word Warn me t' escape eternal fire. 6 Thy praise shall still employ my breath,^ Since thou hast marked my way to heav n. Nor will I run the road to death, And waste the blessings thou hast giv n. .:i~'^,m.ii WATTS' DIVINE SONGS. 6 PRAISE FOR THE GOSPEL. 1 LORD, I ascribe it to thy grace, And not to chance as others do, That I was born of Christian race, And not a heathen or a Jew. 2 What would the ancient Jewish kings And Jewish prophets once have giv'n, Could they have heard those glorious things Which Christ reveal'd and brought from heaven 3 How glad the heathens would have been, That worshipp'd idols, wood and stone, If they the Book of God had seen. Or Jesus and his gospel known ! 4 Then, if this gospel refuse, How shall I e'er \ii\. up mine eyes ? For all the Gentiles and the Jews ,i Against me will in judgment rise. 'i^V' THE EXCELLENCY OF THE BIBLE. 1 GREAT God with wonder and with praise On all thy works I look ; But still thy wisdom, pow'r, and grace, Shine brightest in thy Book. 2 The stars that in their courses roll Have much instruction giv'n ; But thy good word informs my soul How I may climb to heav'n. 3 The hills provide me food, and show The goodness of the Lord ; But fruits of life and glory grow In thy most holy word. WATTS* DIVINE SONGS 4 Here are my choicest treasures hid, Here my best comfort lies, Here my desires are satisfied, And hence my hopes arise. 5 Lord, make me understand thy law, Show what my faults have been ; And from thy gospel let me draw Pardon for all my sin. 6 Here would I learn how Christ has died To save my soul from hell ; Not all the books on earth beside Such heav'nly wonders tell. 7 Then let me love my Bible more. And take a fresh delight By day to read these wonders o'er, And meditate by night. 8 PRAISE TO GOD FOR LEARNING TO BEAD. 1 THE praise of my tongue I offer to the Lord, That I was taught and learn'd so young To read his holy word. 2 That I am brought to know The danger I was in ; By nature, and by practice too A wretched slave to sin. 3 That I am led to see I can do nothing well ; And whither shall a sinner flee To save himself from hell ? 8 WAT IS' DIVINE SONGS. Dear Lord, this book of tl-.ne Informs me where to go, f'or grace to pardon all my sin, And make me holy too. Here I can read and learn How Christ, the Son of God, Did undertake our great concern ; Our ransom cost his blood. And now he reigns above, He sends his Spirit down, To show the wonders of his love, And make his gospel known. O may that Spirit teach. And mare my heart receive Those truths which all tbr servants preach, And all thy saints believe. Then shall I praise the Lord In a more cheerful strain. That I was taught to read his word, And have not learn 'd in vain. 9 THE ALL-SEEING GOD. 1 ALMIGHTY God, thy piercing eye Strikes through 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 'lis writ, Against thy judg' ^nt day. WATTS" DIVINE SONGS, 3 And must the crimes that I have done Be read ' nd published there ; Be all exposed before the sun, While men and angels hear ? 4 Lord, at thy foot ashamed I lie i Upward I dare not look ; Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from thy book. 5 Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer felt ; And lei his blood wash out my stams, And answer for my guilt. 6 O may I now for ever fear T^ indulge a sinful thought ; Since the great God can see and hear, And writes down every fault. 10 ^KMN THOUGHTS ON GOD AND DEATH. 1 THERE is a God that reigns above, Lord of the heav'ns, and earth, and seas ; I fear his wrath, I ask his love. And with my lips I sing his praise. 2 There is a law, which he has writ, To teach us all what we must do ; — My soul, to his commands submit, For they are holy, just, and true. ^ There is a gospel of rich ^race. Whence sinners all their comforts draw ; Lord, I repent, and seek thy face, For I have often broke thy law. Wj*^«i 10 WATTS' DI^itTE SONGS. 4 There is an hour when I must die, Nor can I tell how soon 'twill come ; A thousand children, young as I, Are call'd by death to meet their doom. 5 Let me improve the hours I have. Before the day of grace is fled ; There's no repentance in the grave, No pardon offer'd to the dead. 6 Just as a tree cut down, that fell, To north or southward, there it lies ; So man departs to heav'n or hell. Fixed in the state wherein he dies. 11 HEAVEN AND HELL. 1 THERE is beyonH the sky A heav'n of joy and love ; And holy children, when they die, Go to that world above. 2 There is a dreadful hell. And everlasting pains ; There sinners must with devils dwell, In darkness, fire, and chains. 3 Can such a wretch as I Escape this cursed end ? And may I hope, when'er I die, I shall to heaven ascend ? 4 Then I for grace will pray, While I have life and breath ; Lest I should be cut (ff to-day, And sent t' eternal death. WATTS" DIVINE SONGS. H 12 TV^. ADVANTAGES OF EARLY RELIGION. 1 HAPPY the child whose youngest years Receive instruction well ; Who hates the sinner's path, and fears The road that leads to hell. 2 When we devote our youth to God, *Tis pleasing in his eyes : A flower, when offer 'd in the bud, Is no vain sacritice. 3 'Tis easier work, if we begin To fear the Lord betimes ; While sinners that grow old in sin Are harden'd in their crimes. 4 'Twill save us from a thousand snares, To mind religion young ; Grace will preserve our foli'wing years. And make our virtue strong. 5 To thsw, almighty God, to thee, Our childhood wv resign ; 'Twill please us to !ook hack, and see That our whole lives were thine. 6 Let the sweet work of prayer and praise Employ my youngest breath ; Thus I'm prepared for longer days. Or fit lor early death, 13 THE DANGER OF DELAY. I WHY should I say, "'Tis yet too soon To seek for heav'n, or think of denth" 'r A flow'r may fade before 'tis noon. And I this day may lose my breath. 1 WATTS DIVINE SONGS. 2 If this rebellious heart of mine Despise the gracious calls of heav'n, I ir.ay be harden'd in my sin, And never have repentance giv'n. 3 What if the Lord grow wroth, and swear. While I refuse to read and pray, That he'll refuse to lend an ear To all my groans another day? 4 vVhat if his dreadful anger burn, Wiile I refuse his offer 'd grace ; And all his love to fury turn. And strike me dead upon the place ? 5 'Tis dang'rous to provoke a God ! His pow'r and vengeance none can tell. One stroke of his almighty rod Shall send young sinners quick to hell. 6 Then 'twill " i ever be in vain Tc cry for pardon and for grace ; To wish I had my time again, Or hope to see my Maker's face. .! 14 EXAMPLES OF EARLY PIETY. 1 WHAT blessd examples do I find, Writ in the word of truth, Of children that began to mind Religion in their youth ! 2 Tesus who reigns above the sky, And keeps the world in awe, Was once a child as young as I, And kept his Father's law. ••^'.T '-.^JL WATTS' DIVINE SONGS. 18 3 At twelve years old he talked with men (The Jews all wond'ring stand ); Yet he obey'd his mother then, And came at her command. 4 Children a swet hosanna sung, And bless'd their Saviour's name ; They gave him honor with their tongue, While scribes and priests blaspheme. 5 Samuel, the child, was wean'd and brought To wait upon the Lord ; Young Timothy betimes was taught To know his holv word. 6 Then why should I so long delay What others learn'd so soon ? I would not pass another day Without this work begun. 15 AGAINST LYING. I OH, 'tis a lovely thing for youth To walk betimes in wisdom's way — To fear a lie, to speak the truth. That we may trust to all they say ! 3 But liars we can never trust, Tho' they should speak the thing that's true ; . nd he that does one fault at first. And lies to hide it, make it two. 3 Have we not known, nor heard, nor read. How God abhors deceit and wrong ? How Ananias was struck dead, Caught with a lie upon his tongue. 14 WATTS* DIVINE SONGS. 4 So did his wife Sapphira die, When she came in and grew so bold As to confirm the wicked lie That, just before, her husband told. 5 The Lord delights in them that spea. The words of truth ; but ev'ry liar Must hve his portion in the lake That burns with brimstone and with fire. 6 Then let me always watch my lips, Lest I be stiuck to deaih and hell ; Since God a book of reck'ning keeps For evry lie that children tell. 16 AGAINST QUARRFLLING AND FIGHTING. 1 Let dogs delight to bark and bike, For God hath made them so ; Let beiirs and lions growl and fight, For 'tis their nature too. 2 But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise ; Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes. 3 Let love through all your actions run. And all your wf»rds be mild ; Live like the blessed virgin's Son, That sweet and lovely Child. 4 His soul was genile as a lamb ; And as his stature grew, He grew in f «vour. both with man And God, his Father, too. ^■^'^JkL WATTS' DIVINE SONGS, 5 Now, Lord of all, he reigns above, And from his heav'nly thrcme He sees what children d^ell in love, \nd marks ihem for his own. 17 LOVE BETWEEN BROTHERS AND SlSTl ^. 1 WHATEVER brawls disturb the street There sh«)Uid be peace at home ; Where sisters dwell, and brothers meet. Quarrels should never come. 2 Birds in their li tie nests agree ; And 'tis a sham.eful sight. When chiliiren of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight. 3 Hard names at first, and threai'ning words That are but noisy breath, May grow to cluUs and naked swords, To murder and to death. 4 The devil tempts one mother's son To rage against another ; So wicked Cain was hurried on Till he had kill'd his brother. % The wise will let their anger cool, At least before 'tis night ; But in the bosom of a fool It burns till morning Ught. 6 Pardon. O Lord, our childish rage. Our little brawls remove ; That a . we grow to riper age, Our Hearts may all be love. ^m' .Ci^ ifi WATTS' DIVINE SONGS. : 1 h .1 18 A(;ainst scoffing and calling namks : OUR tong"eswere made to bless the Lord, * 'd not speak ill of men ; When others give a railing word, We must not rail again. 2 Cross names and angry words require To be chastised at school ; And he's in danger of hell fire That calls his brother "fool." 3 But lips that dare be so profane To mock, and jeer, and scoff • A.t holy things, or holy men, The Lord shall cut them oflF. 4 When children, in their wanton play, Served old Elisha so ; And bid the prophet go his way, "Go up, thou bald-bead, go!" 5 God quickly stopp'd their wicked breath, And sent i wo raging bears, That tore them limb from limb to death, With blood, and groans, and tears. 6 Great God, how terrible art thou To sinners e'er so young ! Grant me thy grace, and teach me how To tame and rule my tongue. 19 against swearing, cursing, and TAKING god's name IN VAIN. I ANGELS, that high in glory dwell, Adore thy name, almighty (iod ! ir^lkn-'i^ WATTS' r»iviNE SONGS. c down in hell, ^is of thy rod. And devils ♦ Beath the t. 2 And yet how wicked children dare Abuse thy dreadful, glorious name ! And, when they're angry, how they swear» And curse their fellows, and blaspheme. 7 How will they stand before thy face, Who treated thee with such distain, When thou shalt doom them to the place Of everlasting fiie and pain ? 4 Then never shall one cooling drop To (juench their burning tongues be giv n; But 1 will praise thee here, and hope Thus to employ My tongue in heav'n. 5 M heart shall be in pain to hear Wretches affront the Lord above ; 'Tis that great God whose pow'r I fear, That heavenly Father whom 1 love. 6 If my companions grow profane, I'll leave their friendship when I hear Young sinners take thy name in vain.. And learn to curse, and learn to swear. 26 AGAINST IDLENESS AND M1>CH1EF. I HOW doth the llttiebusy bee Improve each shining h(»ur, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower. 'nr-'-.t; I ''*■: ,^.-.; 18 WATTS' DIVINE SONGS. 2 How skilfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads her wax! AnH 1 ibours hard to store it well With the sweet tood she makes. 3 In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too. For Satan finds bome mischief still For idle hands to do. 4 In books, or work, or healthful play. Let my first years be pass'd, Thit I may give, for every day, Some good accoun' at last. 21 AGAINST EVIL COMPANY. 1 WHY should I join with those in play, In whom I've no delight ; Who cur>e and swear, but never pray, Who call ill names, and fi^ht ? 2 I hate to hear a wanton song, Thfir words ofifend my ears : I would not dare defile my tongue With language such as theirs. 3 Away from tools I'll turn mine eyes, N ir with the scoffers g«» ; 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. WATTS' DIVINE SONGS. 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. 22 AGAINST PRIDE IN CLOTHES. 1 WHY should our garments, made to hide Our parents' shame,. provoke our pride ? The art of dress did ne'er begin Till Eve, our mother, learn'd to sin. 2 When first she put the covering on, Her robe of innocence was gone ; And yet her children vainly boast In the sad marks of glory lost. 3 How proud we are, how fond to show Our clothes and call them rich and new ; When the poor sheep and silkworm wore That very clothing long before! 4 The tulip and the butterfly Appear in gayer clothes than I ; Let rne be dress'd line as I will, Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still. 5 Then will I set my heart to find Inward adornings of the mind ; Knowledge and virtue, truth and grace, These are the robes of richest dress. 6 No more shall worms with me compare, This is the raiment angels wear ; The Son of God, when here below, n this blest apparel too. '^^M:'mJ^K, WATTS' DIVINE SONGS It never fades, it ne'er grows old, Nor fears the rain, nor moth, nor mould It takes no spot, but sti I refines ; The more 'tis worn, the more it shines. 8 In this on earth would I appear, Then go to heav'n and wear it there; God will approve it in his sight, 'Tis his own work, and his delight. 23 OBEDIENCE TO PARENTS: 1 LET children that would fea^ the Lord Hear what their teachers say ; With rev'rence hear their parents' word, And with delight obey. 2 Have you not heard what dreadful plagues Are threaten' d by the Lord To him that breaks his father 'a laws, Or mocks his mother's word ? 3 What heavy guilt upon him lies! How cursed is his name! The ravens shall pick out his eyes, And eagles eat the same. 4 But those that worship God, and give Their parents honour due. Hereon this earth they long shall live, And live hereafter too. 24 TJ . child's complaint. 1 WHY should I love my sport so well. So constant at my play, And lose the thoughts of heaven and hell And then forget to pray ? lll2?L:^A '."»*&' V WATTS' DIVINE SONGS 2 What do I read my Bible for. But, Lord, to learn thy will ? And shall I daily know thee more, And less obey thee still ? 3 How senseless is my heart, and wildl How vain are all my thoughts! Pity the weakness of a child, And pardon all my faults. 4 Make me thy heavenly voice to hear. And let me love to pray ; Since God will lend a gracious ear To what a child can say. 26 A MORNING SONG. 1 MY God, who makes the sun to know His proper hour to rise ; And to give light to all below, Doth send him round the skies. 2 When, from the chambers of the east. His morning race begins, He never tires, nor stops to rest, But round the earth he shines. 3 So, like the sun, would I fulfill The business of the day ; Begin my work V)etimes, and still March on my heavenly way. 4 Give mf^, O Lord, thy early grace, Nor let my soul complain That the young morning of my days Has all been spent in vain. ;jj,Jw , '^'m^r m ^}i 2 WATTS' DIVINE SONCS. 26 AN EVENING SONG. 1 AN^ now another day is gone I'iil sing my Maker's praise ; My comforts every hour make known His providence and grace. 2 But how my childhood runs to waste! My sins, how great thoir sum ! Lord, give me pardon for the past, And strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep, Let angels guard my head ; And through the hour of darkness keep Their watch around my bed. 4 With cheerful heart I close mine eyes, Since thou wilt not remove ; And in the morn ng let me rise Rejoicing in thy love. 27 FOR THE lord's DAY MORNING. 1 THIS is the day when Christ arose So early from the dead ; Why should I keep mine eyelids closed. And waste my hoi . bed? 2 This is the day whe. ^us broke The p twers of deatn and hell; And shall I still wear Satan's yoke. And love my sins so well ? 3 Today, with pleasure, Christians meet To pray and hear thy word; And I would go, with cheerful feet. To learn thy will, O Lord. -.•J^^itfg WATTS' DIVINE SONGS. 4 I'll leave my sport to read and pray, And «o prepare for h^ aven : may I love this blessed day^ The best of all the seven! 28 FOR THE lord's DAY EVENING. 1 LORD, how delightful 'tis to see A whole assem -ly worship thee! At once they sing, at once they pray; They hear of heaven, and learn the way. 2 I have been there, and still would go, 'Tis like a litt'e heaven below. Not all my pleasure and my play Shall tempt me to forget this day. 3 O write upon my memory, Lord, The texts anH doctrines of thy word; That I may break thy laws no more. But love thee better than before! 4 With thoughts of Christ, and things divine. Fill up this foolish heart f f mine ; That, hoping pardon through his blood, 1 may lie down and wake with God. 29 DUTY TO GOD AND OUR NEIGHBOUR. 1 LOVE God with all your soul and strength, With all your heart and mind ; And love your neighbour as yourself; Be faithful, just, and kind. 2 Deal with another as you'd have Another deal with you ; What you're unwilliiig to receive, Be sure you never do. «H •»■ >j-.»m- iSli^^M .;W I. 2. 3- 4- 5 6. 7- 8 9 lo. r. WATTS" DIVINE SONGS. THE SUM OF THK TBN COMMANDMBNTS. WITH all thy soul love God above, And as thyself thy neighbour love. OUR saviour's golden rulb. BE you to others kind and true, As you'd have others be to you ; And neither do nor say to men Whate'er you would not take again. THE TEN COMMANDMENTS. THOU shalt have no more gods but me. Before no idol bow thy knee. Take not the name of God in vain \ Nor dare the Sabbath day profane. Give both thy parents honour due. Take heed that thou no murder do. Abstain from words and deeds unclean ; Nor steal, though thou art poor and mean ; Nor make a wilful lie, nor love it. What is thy neighbour's dare not covet, THE HOSANNA; OB SALVATION ASCRIBED TO CHRIBT. HOSANNA to King David's Hon, Who reigns on a superior throne ; Wo bless the Prince of heavenly birth. Who brings salvation down to earth. Let every nation, every age, In this delightful work engage. Old men and babes in Zion sing The growing glories of her King. ^^:ium ^f^j„^Yrr:Z>'^: ^ WAHS' MORAL SONGS. t THE SLUGGARD. Ti3 the voice of the sluggard ; I heard him complain **Tou have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." Aa the door on I'ts hing-es, so he, on his bed, Turns his sides, r.id his shoulders, and his heavy head. "A little more sleep, and a little more slumber ;" Thus he wastes half his days, and hours without number ; And when he gets up, he sits foldlngr his bands, Or walks about sauntering, or trifllngr he stands. r pass'd by his garden, and saw the wild brier, The thorn, and the thistle, grow broader and higher. The clothes that hang on him are turn- ing to rags. And his money still wastes, till ne istaarves or he begs. r made him a visit, still hoping to find That he took better care for improving his mind ; .. . , ^ ^, He told me his dreams, talk'd of eating and drinking, But he iscarco reads the Bible, and never loves thinking. ^ •t'J i 26 WATTS' MORAL SONGS. Said I then to my heart, "Here's ft lesson for ime ; Thfs man's but a picture of what I might be ; But thanks to my friends for their In my breeding". Who taught me betimes to love work- ing and reading. 2 INNOCENT PLAY. Abroad in the meadows, to s<^'. the young lambs Run sporting about by the side of their dams. With fleeces so cl3an and so white ; Or a nest of young doves, in a large open cage, When they play all in love, without anger and rage ; How much may we learn from the sight I If we had been ducks, we might dab- ble in Inud, Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood, So foul and so fierce are their na- tures ; But Thomas, and William, and such pretty naones. Should be cleanly and hai-mless as doves or a-s lambs,— Those lovely, sweet, innocent crea- tures. Not a thing that we do, nor a word that we say. Should Injure another, in jesting or play. For he's still in earnest that's hurt ; How rude are the boys that throw peb- bles and mire I There's none but a madman will fling about fire. And tell you, " 'Tisi all but in sport." ^jjfjiL Sk^m:^iB.^LA WATTS' MORAL SONGS. 27 8 THE ROSE How fair is the rose ! What a beau- tiful flower, The glory of April and May ; But the leaves are beginning to fade In an hour, And they wither and die in a day. Tet the rose has one powerful virtue to boast, Above all the flowers of the field : When its leaves are all dead, and fine colors are lost. Still how sweet a perfume it will yield I SO frail Is youth and the beauty of man. Though they bloom and look gay like a rose ; But all our fond care to preserve them is vain, Time kills them as fast as he goes. Then I'll hot be proud of my "«^outh or my beauty, Since both of them wither ana fade ; But gain a good name by well doing my duty,— . ,. This will sc&nt like a rose when Im dead. 4 THK THIEF. Why should I deprive my neighbor Of his goods against his will ? Hands were made for honest labor, Nat to plunder or to steal. •Tie a foolish self-deceiving. By such tricks to hope for gain ; A^i that's ever got by thieving Turns to sorrow, shame and pain. rr -i^Mmamm is WATTS' MORAL SOi^'Gs 1 1 Have not Eve and Adam taught us Their sad profit to compute ? To what dismal state they brought us When they stole forbidden fruit I Oft we see the young beginner Practise little pilfering ways, Tin grown up a harden'd sinner, Then the gallows ends his days. Theft will not be always hidden. Though we fancy none can spy ; When we take a thing forbidden, Qod beholds It with his eye. Guard my heart, O Qod of heaven. Lest I covet what's not mine ; Leist I take what is not given, Guard my heart and hands from sin. 6 THE ANT, OR EMMK.T. These emmets, Low little they are In our eyes t We tread them to dust, and a troop of them dies, Without our regaid or concer*". ; Yet, as wise as we are, if we went to their ".chool. There's many a sluggard and many \a fool Some lessons of wisdom might learn. They wear not their dme out In sleep- ing or play, But gather up corn on a sunshiny day. And for winter they lay up their stores. They manage their work in such regu- lair forms, One would think they foresaw all the frosts and the storms, And so brought their food within doors. V-y"^: T CW^ WATTS' MORAL SONGS. 2» But I have less sense than a poor creeping ant, *wtv,o.c If I take not due care for tho things r shall want. . Nor provide against dangers In time , When death or old age shall once stare What' a "wretch^'shall I be in the end of my days, , , . , If I trifle awray all their prime I Now, now while my strength and my youth are In bloom, Let me think what will serve me when sickness shall come, And pray that my sins be forgiven. Let me read in good books, and be- lieve, and obey. That, when death turns me out of tnis cottage of clay, r may dwell In a palace In heaven. 6 GOOD RESOLUTIONS. Though I'm now In younger days. Nor can tell what shall befall me, I'll prepare for every plac^ „,, ^« Where my grrowlng age shall call me. Should r e'er be rich or great. Others shall partake my goodness: I'll supply the poor with meat. Never showing scorn or rudeness. Whe"e r see the blind cr lame. Deaf or dumb. I'll kindly treat them ; I'll deserve to feel the same. If I mock, ox lart. or cheat them. If I meet with railing tongues. Why should I return them railmg. Since r best revenge my wrongs By my patience never failing f aj WATTS' MORAL SONGS. When I heax them telling- lies, Talking: foolish, cursing, swearing. First I'll try to make them wise. Or I'll soon go but of hearing-. Wha/t though I be low and mean ? I'll engagre the rich to love me While I'm modest, neat and clean. And submit when they reprove me. If I should be poor and sick, r shall meet, I hope, with pity ; Since I love to htip the weak, Though they're neither fair nor witty. I'll not willingly offend. Nor be easily offended, What's amiss I'll strive to mend, And endure what can't be mended. May I be so watchful still O'er my humors and my passion, Ajs to speak and do no ill. Though It should be all the fashion. Wicked fashions lead to hell ; Ne'er may I toe found complying ; But In life behave so well. Not to be afraid of dying. 7 SUMMBR EVKNINC;. How fine has the day been I how bright was the sun I Ho -v lovely and Joyful the course that he run. Though he rose In a mist when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain ( But now the fair traveller comes to the west. His rays are ail g"oid, and his beauties are best. He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his rest. And foretells a bright rising again. 1 I i ! I WATTS" MORAL SONGS. SX Just such Is the Christian ; his course he begins, Like the sun In a mist, while he mourns for his sins. And melts Into tears ; then he breaks out and shines, And travels his heavenly way ; But when he comes nearer to finish his race. Like a fine setting sun, he looks rich- er In grace, And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days, Of rising In brighter array. 8 THK, «R.\nLE HYMN. Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber ; Holy angels guard thy bed ; Heavenly blessings without number, Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe— thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide. And, without thy care cr payment. All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be. When from heaven he descended. And became a child like thee. Soft and easy is thy cradle, Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay When his birthplace was a stable. And his softest bed was hay. iJiessed Babe ! what glorious fealures. ijpotiess, fair, divinely bright- Must i\e dwell with brutal creatures ? How could aiigeia bear the sight ? Was there nothing but a manger S' mers ,fould to him afford, To .receive the heavenly stranger ?— Did they thus affront the Lord ? 3'2 WATTS' MORAL SONGS. Soft, my child, I (did not chide thee. Though my song might sound too 'Tla thy mother* sits beside thee, And her arms shall be thy guard. Yet to read the shameful story, How the Jews abused their Kmg, How they served the Lord of Glory, Makes me angry while I sing. See the kinder shepherds round him. Telling wonders from the sky ; Where they sought Him, there they found Him, With his virgin mother by. See the lovely Babe a-dressing, Lovely infant, how he smiled I When he wept, the mother's blessms Soothed and hushed the holy child. Lo I He slumbers in the manger Where the horned oxen fed I Peace, my darling, here's no danger. There's no ox a-near thy bed. •Twas to save thee, child, from dying. Save my dear from burning flame. Bitter groans, and endless crying, That thy blessed Redeemer came. May'st thou live to know and fear Him, ., X,. J Trust and love Him all thy days , Then po dwell forever near Him, See His face and sing His praise. r could give thee thousand kisses. Hoping what I most desire ; Not a mother's fondest wishes Can to greater joys aspire. ""•Here you may use the word broth- er, sister, neighbor, etc. HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. 1 l"a7tlons, loo. There to srng a np^l|^^|°^|elly. 3 I KEPT IHY WORD -t'^a H9-^7- I Kept Thy Word, Pf^^l^.JJ-^^' ^^• We won't give up the B hie, Vnrt'^ holy book of truth , The blessed staff of hoary age. ■ The guide of early youth, The sun that sheds a glorious hght r.S^'^' ??7haTTp'?aks^a saviour's love. The voice that ^pt^'*-"'*. "*p_fj And calls us home to ^od. We won't give up the Bible. For pleasure or for pain We'll buy the truth and sell it not. l-nr all that we might gam Though man should try and take our prize, , ... Rv eulle or cruel might, , , ,„ . W^'d luff er all that man could do . And God defend the right. HYMNS KOk CHILDREN. :<:> We won't g-ive up the Bible, But spread It far and wide, Until Its saving- voice be heard Beyond the rolling- tide ; Till all shall know its gracious power. And with one voice and heart Resolve, that from God's Sacred Word We'll never, never part. — W. M. Whittemore, D.D. ^ V • v(;. Little stars are shlnlngr In the evening sky ; Little hearts are praying- To the God on high. Little tongues are saying Holy songs of praise. Seeking to be strengthened In God's holy ways. Little hands are folded Meekly on each breast, Asking for a blessing Ere they go to rest. Little eyes are sleeping. Little feet are still ; But God's angel watches o'er all Who have done His will. —Julia Leonard. Now the day Is over. Night Is drawing nigh ; Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky. Now the darkness gathers. Stars bpgfn to peep ; Birds and beasts and flowers Soon will be asleep. ^ HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. Jesus, give the fe^ nnim and sweet repose, Wnh Thy tenderest blessings May our eyelids close. Grant to little children Visions bright of Thee Guard the sailors tossing On the lieep. blue sea. Through the l.ng night watches. May Thine angels spread Thefi White wings above me. Watching round my bed. When the morning wakens, ; PuT^an^'^rish^a^d sinless ; .^-^^^■^^^^irBarlng. Gould. NATURE. Morn amid the mountain. oiS:^ ^^-s 'ahd fcmntalns Mu^ur "God is good. Now the ^lad sun breaking. ^?Surs B, golden flood ; Deepest vales ^.wakmg Echo "God is gooo Hvmns of praise ire ringing, Through the leiiy wood; Songst^s sweetly singing. warble "God is good. Wake and join the chorus. Child with soul endued TTe whose smile is o er us, God. our God. is_good.^^^^^^ ^^^^^^ HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. 37 / RESURRECTION MORNINC. On wingrs of living: light, At earliest dawn of day, Came down the ang-el brig-ht, And rolled the stone away. Tour voices raise with one accord. To bless and praise your risen i^ord. The keepers watching- near. At that dread sight and sound, Fell down with sudden fea.r Like dead men to the ground. Your voices raise, etc. Tlien rose from death's dark gloom. Unseen by mortal eye, Triumphant o'er the tomb. The Lord of earth and sky I Your voices raise, etc. Then let your hearts be strong. For we like Him shall rise. To dwell with Him ere long In bliss beyond the skies. Your voices raise, etc. — W. W. How, M.A. 8 JKSUS AS KING GOING TO JKHUSALEM. When, His salvation bringing, To Zion Jeisus came, The children all stood singing "Hosannah to His name !" Nor did their zeal offend Him, But, as He rode along, He bade them all attend Him, Well pleased to hear their song. :« HYMNS FOR CHILHREN. Then, stnce the Lord retaineth ma love for children still. Though now as King He rexgneth ^On Zion's heavenly hill. We'll flock around Hla banner, ^ho sits upon the throne. And sing a loud hosannah. To David's royal son. For should we fall P';°^l^;;"[\^"/ nur ffreat Redeemer's Praise, The stfnes. our silence shaming. ^ Would their hosannaha raise. But shall we only tender The tribute of our words ? 9 OF SUCH IS THE KTNODOM OF HEAVEN. Toung children once to Jesus came. His blessing to entreat. And r may humbly do the same Before His mercy seat. Though now He is not here below. x?,ii- on the heavenly hill, To Hta may little children go. And seek a blessing still. Well pleased these "ttle one| to see. 'ThP depr Redeemer smiled, O then He will not frown on me. ^A poor unworthy child. If babes so many years ago. HIS tender pity drew. Wp will not surely let me go ^WUhout a- blessing, too. ... -rT..- Kipc,Qing to implore, ^^^? ^ hand '"are spread, no Thou Thy blessing^ur. Dear Jesus, on my ^^eaa.^^^^^^ HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. 3» 10 STORM ON THE LAKE. Storm on the lake. A little ship was on the sea, It was a pretty sight ; It sailed along so pleasantly, And all was calm and bright. When, lo I a storm began to rise. The wind blew loud and strong ; It blew the clouds across the skies, "t blew the waves along. A. d all but one were sore afraid Of sinking in the deep, His head was on a pillow laid. And He was fast asleep. "Master, we perish !" "Master save I" They cried ; their Master heard. He rose, rebuked the wind and wave, And stilled them with a word. He to the storm says, "Peace, be still !" The raging billows cease ; The mighty winds obey His will. And all was hushed to peace. O well we know it was the Lord, Our Saviour and our friend. Whose 'care of those who tru His word Will never, never end. — D. A. Thrupp. CHRIST BORN IN BETHLEHEM. 11 As with gladness men of old Did the guiding star behold- As with joy they hailed Its light. Leading onward, beaming bright, So, most gracious God, may we Evermore be led by Thee. I !i:^' 40 HYMNS FOR CHILDREN.' * «.?^h lovful steps they sped There to bend the Knee ^^^^^ Ever^seelT Thy mercy seat. AS they offered gifts mo^t rai e it hat manger rude and bar. SO that we ^^t,^„,^°^jLn's alloy, pure and free f/o"\^g^res bring. ^^ril'iUTTitt iuTn^eavenly King. Holy Jesus 'Every day Keep us In ^he narro^ And when ^^.^/^^^^^S souls at last. Bring our ^ ^^^^^l^'^s^r to guide. Where we nfed no star b Where no clouds Thy gio^ > wnere ^^ chattorton Dix. (i 49 VT THK FKlfr OF .M'STTS. o v^oii wp dwell together, ^lo from the Islands, °l?av lea? creiTer the sea ; Fai f'can.i deserts ^^^^o'coUi'trflo^wer or tree. Yes, all shall^^ dwell toget^her That once ^f^J^i their Father All who have ^^rv^^^^^^S/ and heart. With hand and toab^^c Jil men "^e than be H^^^',^,. Ood'a kingrdom wm_nav^-^^ Taylor. HYMNS FOR CHILDREN 41 13 A BETTER LAND. There Is a happy land, Par, far away, Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright ais day, Oh, how they sweetly sing. Worthy Is our Saviour King,— Loud let His praises ring,— Praise, praise, for aye. Come to this happy land. Come, come away ; Why will ye doubting stand ? Why still delay ? Oh we shall happy be, When from sin and sorrow free ; Lord, we shall live with Thee, Blest, blest for aye. Bright in that happy land, Beams every eye ; Kept by a Father's hand. Love cannot die ; On then to glory run, Ee a crown Tind kingdom won ; And, bright above the sun, We reign for aye. — B. 14 WHEN AT OTTR L' RD's RIGHT HAND. When at our Lord's right hand, Christ's happy band shall stand, Gathered from every land. Will all we love be there. Clad In the robes so fair. Made for God's saints to wear ? , Oh . shall we meet again, Free from all sin and pain, Together there to reign ? Lord, let us all be there. Let us all Thy title bear. That we one home may share. — "E. Stratford. i ^ li: III ,, HYMNS FOK CHILDREN. -e cHIL..HKn)S VKXU8 ^"'^"'Xtu? d'aT^wmBSon begone : Ca''r°e^''kni fo?row.l.e before us._, Hidden dangers, snares uim But may He. who meek and lowly. Vtelted this vale of ^°^'g y,oly. ^^SSa'?drd|S?denfwhilewego. Hark I It la the Saviour calling. And the crown of lile to « ^^^^.j^an. 16 TSKAET/s SHKI'HKRT*. *;pp Israel's gentle Shepherd stands. "^Tnd ?olds them !n His arm^. permit them to approach, He ^crlee. P„?WT/?o'h^t^s''f\B->B a. these The Lord of angels came, invited by the voice divine. joVnl'ISii ^^rou^^e?veL° a?e^ThLne.- ^"-^hSle let our offspring be. If orphans, they are left behind. Th^a?clrrs«h?aTour«^ hearts n weeping o'er their dust. -:-Dr. Doddridge. HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. 43 17 TWKLVK YFAKH OLH. Twelve years old I then I ought to know My Father's the Father In Heaven ; I'm old enough now to know for my- self That of such Is the Kingdom of Hea- ven. Twelve years old f then I ought to see The work of my Father In Heaven ; That caring for all and doing them good I& the work of the Kingdom of Hea- ven. Twelve years old I then I ought to help The work of my Father In Heaven ; In doing good, there's some work for a child, For of such Is the Kingdom of Heaven. Twelve years old f then I'll pray to-day. "My Father, my Father in Heaven, r am Thy child, do Thou help me to love. For such Is the Kingdom of Heaven." — "R. H. Smith. IS WILLING CHILDREN. The fields are all white. And the reapers are few ; We children are willing. But what can we do, To work for the Lord in His harvest ? Our hands are so small, And our words are so weak, We cannot teach others. How then can we seek Tf.' work for our Lord in the harvest ? ,, HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. We'll work by our Pr^ye^'^ Bv the pennies we bring, ""*"'■ the year^pass at len.-th. To^alrrtonu'^r l"o,d In the harvost^ 10 ,101>'S HOLf BPIlllT. _. . o virtlv dove that sings -^Tsor ^; - t h"e\o^^" God's «ol^,\n'^"soul^'tMn. That fP'^t^?,,'^' ^n°"i In minga good. '''iSid'ho\d«'him"back from sin. And h. n,u.t ,ov. that e.,.., s„>an vo.e. xr^.p\??1«it'°an1r^vo„derfu., ^That "hispers to hu< hea^ ^^^ „.^e, "Slu'Sr.t.We £nd wat. h and pray : ^°^urd7fv'e"th'at%vfa'wry. n-^ HI'MIMTY The bird that soars on Wfhes;,-;»„S,3,, Builds on the ground n^^^^,^. ^^^g ^"sUs'ln"thf*shaTe when all thing. HYMNS FOR CHILI>RKN When Mary chose the bolter part Shf meekly wa.t at Jesus' feet, And Lydia's gentle, open heart WuH madr for God's own temple meet Fairest and beat adorned is she Whose clothing- Is humility. Tho saint that wears heaven's bright- est crown, In deepest adoration bends, The weight of glory bows him down, Then most when His soul asrends. Nearest the throne itself must be The footstool of humility, —.7 Montgomery, 21 JICSUS, TlvNDF.K SAVIOCH Jesus, tender Saviour, Hast Thou died for me ? Make me very thankful In my "heart to Thee, When the ^ad, sad story Of Thy grief I read. Make me very sorry For my sins indeed. Now r know Thou ILvest, An I dost pi a I fir me ; Make me very thankful. In my prayers, to Thee. Soon r hope In glory At Thy side to stand ; Make me fit to meet Thee Iii that happy lanU. 46 H>MNS FOR CHILDREN. 1 -M I--.V 22 SAVlr.UR, LIKR A SHEPHKRD. «3ftvfrtur like a shepherd, lead us, ^ Mudi'we need Thy^tenderest care ; In Thy pleasant pastures feed us, For our use Thy folds Prepare ^°^B?essed Jesus, blessed Jesus. Thou hast bought us. Thine we are. we are Thtne : do Thou be^iend us : Be the Guardian of our way , K?ep Thy flock, i^om sin defend us. Seek us when we go ^^^J^4'^. ^^^Blessed Jesus, bles^^^ /^^ay Hear, oh hear us. when we pray. Thou hast promised to receive us. Poor and sinful though we be . Th?u hISt mercy to relieve us Orace to cleanse, and power "» "*= blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus. Let u^ early turn to Thee. Barly let us seek Thy favor, ^arlv let US do Thy will ; Bletsed Lord and only Saviour, wrth Thv love our bosoms fill. ^"messed Jesus, blessed Jesus. Thou hast loved us. love us still. Tnou n ^ ^ Thrupp. l^hen Jesus left Hts Father's throne, lit t'^n^oXfr.X^no^'^- Ke came to dwell on earth. Like Him may we ^e to^i below T.S'e HlmTn'gr'Sc'e a°nd'knS^edge grow AS ?<^sanl strength increase. HYMVS FOR CHILDREN. 47 JTesus passed by rich and great For men of low degree ; He sanctified our parents' state. For poor, like them, was He. Sweet were His words and kind HIa looks, When mothers round Him pressed ; Their infants In His arms He took And on His bosom blessed. Safe from the world's alluring charms. Beneath His watchful eye, Thus Iin the circle of His arms May we for ever lie. When Jesus Into Salem rode. The children sang around, For Joy they plucked the palms Jind strewed Their garments on the ground. Hosannah, our glad voices raise, Hosannah to our King ! Should we forget our Saviour's praise The stones themselves would Blag, —James Montgomery. 24 REPKN ANCK. Jesus Christ was kindly sent To save us from our sins ; And kindly teach us to repent We should at once begin. 'Tls not enough to say, "We're sorry and repent," And still go on from day to day Just as we always went. Repentance is to leave The sins we loved "before. And show that we in truth repent, By doing so no more. ^i;^^ i»s£"i 1 48 HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. Lord, make as thus sincere To watch as weH as pray ; However small, however dear, Take all our sins away. —Ann Taylor. 25 LIKE JESUS. r want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek ; For fio one maxked an angry word,. That ever l;ieard Him speak. I want to be like Jesus, So frequently In prayer ; Alone upon the mountain top, He me*- Father there. I want t like Jesus, r nevei ver find That He, though persecuted, was To any one unkind. r want to be like Jesus, 'Engaged In doing good. So that of me It may ^e said, "She hath done what she could. Alas f I'm noit like Jesus, As any one may see ; O, gentle Saviour, send the grace. And make me live to Thee. — "W, M. Whiitemore, D.D. 26 THE PATH ro I. on There Is a path that leals to God ; All otthers lead astray: Narrow but pleasant is the road. And Christians love the way. HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. 49 It leads straight through this world of Bin, And dangers must be passed. But those who boldly walk therein Will get to heaven at last. How shall an infant pilgrim dare This dangerous path to tread ? For on the way is many a snare For youthful travellers spread. While the broad road where thousands » fiTO, Lies near and opens fair ; And many turn aside, I know. To walk with sinners there. But, lest my feeble steps should slide. Or wander from Thy way, tiOrd, condescend to be my guide, And r shall never stray. Then r may go without alarm. And trust His word of old, "The lambs He'll gather with His arms And lead them to His fold." Then I may safely venture throoigh Beneath my Shepherd's care, And keep the gate of heaven fn view Till r shall enter there. —Jane Taylor. 27 nRors of water. Little drops of water. Little grains of sand, Makes the mighty ocean And the beauteous "land. And the little moments. Humble though they be, Makes the mighty ages Of eternity. ^^■j'i-^Mm^mzik 6U ■•IP ' , HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. Little deeds of kindness, Little woray of love, Makes the earth an Bden, Like the heaven above. So our little errors Lead the soul away From the paths of virtue. Into sin to stray. Little deeds of mercy. Sown by youthful hands. Grow to bless the nations Par in heathen lands. —Dr. H. C. Brewer. 28 PITY ME. Thou blessed Jesus, pity me, A little pilgrim child; . Help me to love and follow Thee, Unfearing, undefiled. They say the world is full of sln^ More full than I can tell; Teach me its journey to begin, So that I may end It well. Thou arT so "kind that I may call Thee Father and my Friend; So great, Thou knowest, seesL all. And canst from harm defend. 29 LI I TLB HAVDS O what can little hands do To please the King of Heaven ? The little hands some work may try To help the poor in misery. Such grace to mine be given. O what can little lips do To please the Kin^ of Heaven ? The little lips can praise and pray, And gentle words of kindness say Such grace to mine be given. HYMNS FOR CHIIDREN. fti O what can little eyes do T1?P° iffM^®^ *^^ ^^^S of Heaven ? The little eyes can upwari look And learn to read God's Holy Book Such grrace to mine be^iven. °m^^^* ^^" ""le hearts do To please the Kingr of Heaven? Our hearts, if God His Spi" t slJJd Can love and trust their Saviour PHend Such grace to mine be given Thougrh small is all that we can do When hearts and hands and lips unite To serve the Saviour with deliSit They are most gracious in His fi^ht • Such grace tS mine be given —Anon. 30 P'»OR ANr> NKi DY. Poor and needy though I be God Almighty cares for me? %Zll "™^ clothing, shelter, food, Gives me all I have of good. §! T^^" ^.t^^ "™^ w*^en I pray : ^^rln 7"^, "'^ "^^ht and day Svi ?v,^ /^®^P ^^d when I wake T^or the Lord our Saviour's lake. He Who reigns above the sky unce became as poor as I • wL"^,, °f^^ ?*''^^ fo^ ^^ was shed Had not where to lay His head Though r labour here a while rie will oless me with His smile And when this short life is past r shall rest with Him at last 61 HYMYS FOR CHILDREN. ^ trtr« T'll tune my song, Then to Him I " ^^"^g i^ng ; «^PP^ ^* Vv shaU ever be- Thls my ioy .J'lares for me. God Almighty caresj^ ^ ^ ^^^^^ 31 |i THK CHILl.RE^'S SAVIOUR. h" 'I'L^SJ^'briBht' abode, A?-* {^tfre wUh children^ •"Vndleaci; t«em the road. Tj0 went in the garden, ^AnTdled on the tree To open a fountain "°Fo? sinners Uke me ^ ^^ ^^^h^it pa?dorbe^tows AtS cleanses the foulest Wherever it flows. But left us "^'^^ teachers ■ «Suf «tfee Oh. help u= ble-t Jesus. *"The rest of our days ^^^^ •^•Vo^taXotThTlove. ■And prated Thee for ever With c-hlldren above. HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. 53 32 god's r.f.ODNKSS, When In the morning" I awake To greet the grlorlous day, The pretty flowers, the daisy fields, _And all things bright and gay. My parenfS tell me Thy kind hand. Lord, hast made them all , That my bright life and happy hours Prom Thy good bounty fall. Then when the shining sun is hid. And stormy tempests blow. When beats the rain on window pane. And all the flowers lie low, They tell me that Thy loving will Permits the storm and rain, That bye and bye the pretty flowers WUl all be bright again. So little do I know, O Lord, 1 cannot understand Just now, how joy and sorrow, too. Come from the same good Hand. But r will learn, since Thou wilt teach. For then my life will be In darkest seasons full of light That beams, dear Lord, from Thee. —Charles Smith. 33 JESUS 1 OVES ME Jeisus loves me, this r know. Jesus loves me ! This I know For the Bible tells me so ; Little ones to Kim belong ; They are wjak, but He Is strong. jr#v i 'i ill f>4 HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. Yes. Jeaus loveP me I Tea. Jesua loves me I _,. Bible yea. Jesus loves me I ine tells me so. Jesus loves me . He wUl B_tay Close beside me aii i Se^mtaS'^meXme on high. -Phillips' sacred Songster. 34 NEVRR FAU.S. one there Is ab°"^/"Si^^of friend. Well deserves the^^n;f^°ther's. His Is love toey°"^n^wg no end ; Costly free ^^^.i^V^indness prove They who once His Kinanes» h Find It everlEusting love. "-o"-'SnSStndeea: ^'IsuTls^r^'S m need. Oh. for grace our h|f ^t|„'/th'°to ?ove : Teach us. Lord, at |^ ^^^hlin- »^we ?j-e abo- ; ^"^e"Shairi?v'e°T£ef as we ought. —J. Newton. HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. 56 85 HR LOVES ME SO. I love to hear the story Which an^el voices tell, How once the King- of Glory Came down on earth to dwell ; But t am weak and sinful. But this I surely knc v— The Lord came down to save me Because He loved me so. I'm grlad my blessed Saviour Was once a child like me. To show how pure and holy His little ones might be ; And if I try to follow His footsteps here below. He never will forg-et me. Because He loves me so. To sing- His love and mercy My sweetest songs I'll raise. And though I cannot see Him r know He hears my praise ; For He has kindly promised That I shall surely go To sLng among His ang-els. Because He loves me so. •—Mrs. MUler. 36 MY FATHER. Great God, and wilt Thou condescend To be my Father and my Friend ? I, a poor child, and Thou so high, The Lord of earth and air and sky. Art Thou my Father ? Can'st Thou bear To hear my poor, Imperfect prayer ? Or wUt thou listen to my praise. That such a feeble one can raise ? .M'M.-^^. fll 1 ! -I 3 L.'l f.r. HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. Let be Art Thou my Father . ------^ A meek, otoedlent child to Tnee, AtxTtri in deed and word and thoajht. T^sS^re and please Thee as I ought. Art Thou my Father ? I'll ^ePf"?^ Upon the caxe of such a Friend, And only wish to do and be Whatever geemeth good to Tnee. Art Thou my Father ? Then at last When all my days are past. Send down and take me In Thy love. To be Thy better child above. —Jane Taylor. 37 'KST-S orH SHKI'HK1U>. Jeeu3 Is our Shepherd, wiping every Fold^'^'m His bosom, what have we Onlv°le't^S^ ^follow whither He doth lead. T^t^he thirsty desert, or the dewy mead. Jesus Is our Shepherd; may we know Ho>^^ItB''°^g^entle whisper makes our Even^w^en'^He'chldeth. tender Is His None°'bu't He shall guide us ; we are His alone. Jeeis Is our Shepherd; for the sheep EveS^l^mb'ls sprinkled with the blood Then 1)n ^la^clfi He setteth His own Bec- The"\hJf "have His spirit, these, salth He, are Mine. ^s^^JL.E^3liS HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. 67 Jesus Is our Shepherd ; guarded by His arm, Though the wolves may raven, none can do us harm ; When we tread death's valley, dark with fearful gloom. We will fear no evil, victors o'er the tomb. t. —Hugh Stowell. 38 .IKSrs OUK COMtOUTEK. If I come to Jesus, He win make me glad ; He will give me pleasure, When my heaa-t Is sad. Chorus — If r come to Jesus, Happy I shall be ; He Is gently calling Llittle ones like me. If I coime to Jesus, He will hear my prayer ; He w 111 love me deao-ly, He my sins did bear. — Chorus. If I coime to Jesus, He will take my hand. He will kindly lead me To a better land. —Chorus. There with happy children. Robod in snowy wnite, I shall see my Saviour In that world so bright. — Choirus. —American Sacred Songster. 58 HYMNS F*)R » HILDREN. 39 TEACH 1 ^ T< l-KAY. Teach us to pray. r often say -ny pra era, But do I « ver pray And do the vishe: o my heart Go v^iith the word, I aa^ f I may as well kneel lown And worship ?ods of stone. As offer toi tive ivlng ^.oa A prayer if words u one. Pc words wl'thou; b heart Th • Lord wUl never hear; Nor wtli He to those lips at^ nd Whos, prayers are not sa* re. Lo teich me who T want. Am '£^ach me how to .'ray ; N^ u.t 1S^ ^sk -^hee ^or Thy grace. Not fe» "ng wh.T t ^ a> — ->hn Burton. 4KI srFFEB lilTTl r-ILm-KN. r sn Jesus' i frienc! O : Hils mercy i iepena T*^ T try to ph se Hum er, grieve Kis spirit m er. now very good to m* di my Saviour ilways ^e ; ajn Jesus' littU friend, m His mercy I depend. He is with me all the day. ■ntrifu rryn. In mv busy play; O'er" my waking an l my sleepm^. Jesus still a watch ^^ keeping, r can lay me dow to resi; Sweetly p-llowed o His breast. I ^ Je?us' little triend. On Hie mercy I depend. HVMNS FOR r aim Jesus' lit fie friend, on Hl.s mercy i depend Jeaus wUI foifr^tke m..- never He L, f will keep n r wish n ingr Saviour. m Je«3us' litt Hte mercy r safe for ever he rt coi.hl be lor-f- i-'i^e Thee. e f i lend, (\ pf- ]. Children's Scripture Books in guages. A vari-rv of tracts in Em and French sold vc International portage Mission. 202 King St E rr>nto. Ont. Ol- INDEX. v^reat Goo, lo Tnee Great God, with Wonder Happy the Child Whose. nZ gfoVVu"/ h''''^' ^-^ «- T £; Sk,^^ Dcllgrht to Bark Let Children That Would Pear Lord, how Delightful 'Tis Love God with all Tour Soul My God, Who Makes the sSn On; S^ ^ Lovely Thing ?hl ^°'^sneB Were Made The Praise of My Toneue Thtll ^? % °^^ That'^fe^gns. There Is Beyond the Sky Ten^ Con.m«.?^y When"^ Christ mS ^oramandments. The Hosanna. When Ever I Take Why Should I Say What Blest Example. WH^^l^f ?!rawls Disturb Wh? Ihnn M ^n -^^^A ^"h Those wny Should Our Garments Why Should r Love MTsiS)rt WATTS' MORAL SONGS. 2. Abroad in the Meadows. - S"""^ S^^ ^^ the Rose '' How Pine Has the Day Been 5 These Fmlfir ^ *^^ Sluggard. 6 ThoMtv, T "^®*^' ^°^ Little 9. 19. 20 3. 3 7. 12. 20. 1. 2 g! 16. 23. 28. 29. 25. 15. 18. 8. 10. 11. 27. 24. 24. 4. 13. 14. 17. 21. 22. 24. 10. 11. 12. 37. 16. 86. 31. 26. 86. 39. 40. 41. 21. 24. 33. 38. 2. 4. 27. 6. 6. 7. 29. 34. 30. 16. 22. 1. 13. 17. 18. 19. 20. 26. 28. 8. 8. 14. 23. 82. 9. INDEX. HTMNS FOK CHILDBEN^ \B JSr wr '&. sent. One There Is Though I be, L^f'rs^aer^Oen^tlJ&erd stand. Ilvloa" ime a Shepherd, |re'°God in Whom There Is a Happy *-• Twelve Tears OW. .^ The Fields are all wmte. Thlrf is a Holy Dove. The Bird Th^ Soars There is a Path That. Thou Blessed Jfsus. When, HlR ^rXJ^'s Rlffht Hand When at O^^ Lord ^ Ri|," -ir- - ---sv-w- 11 Wl »*''f * L 1 11 iiiM iw III '"^" 'rr^ii^'