UNtVGRSlTY OP CALIFORNIA SAN DIEGO THE CHILD'S TREASURY: of FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. COMPILED BY REBECCA COLLINS. PHILADELPHIA: J. B. LIPPINCOTT & CO, 1861. CONTENTS. Pag. A Boy who told a Lie 13 A Childlike Spirit implored 14 Against Evil Company (Watts) 17 Against Lying (Watts) 18 Against Pride in Clothes (Watts) 19 Against Quarrelling and Fighting (Watts) 21 Against Scoffing and Calling Names (Watts) 22 Against Swearing, Cursing, and taking God's Name in vain (Watts) 25 A general Song of Praise to God (Watts) 28 A Morning Song (Watts) 31 An Evening Song (Watts) 32 At Evening Time it shall bo Light 209 Autumn 25 Being careful in Play 30 Be Kind to each Other (C. Swain) 27 Beware of Careless Words 36 Blessings attendant upon Early Piety 35 Buy the Truth 38 1* (r) VI CONTENTS. Pag. Child's Aspirations 46 Child's Petition 37 Child's Talent 39 Children at the Gate of Heaven (James Edmeston) 47 Children, why do you come to School ? 44 Christian Watchfulness 41 Conformity to Christ 43 Consolation from the Atonement of Christ (Cecil). 42 Desire to Walk with God 54 Do I love the Saviour? 49 Don't Kill the Birds 48 Do Right 40 Duties for Children 50 Duty to God and our Neighbor 57 Early Piety 56 Evening 58 Evening Hymn (Mary Lundie Duncan) 62 Faith 05 First Inquiry 61 For a little Child 63 For a new Heart 65 God is a Spirit 58 God is in Heaven 69 Going to Bed 73 Good Resolutions 71 CONTENTS. Vll Page Happy Children 75 Heaven and Hell (Watts) 83 Hosanna (Watts) 80 How many Bones are there in the Human Frame? 74 Hymn descriptive of Heaven (Addressed to the Martyrs) 76 Hymn for a Child (Ryland) 84 Hymns for Children (3 pieces) 78 If ever I see 81 Industry (Watts) 87 Infant's Prayer 87 Innocent Play 86 I often say my Prayers 94 Intemperance 82 Jesus our Saviour 85 Jesus the Guide 88 Lines on the Difference of Color, or Races of Man, 95 Little Star 97 Little Things. 90 Love and Kindness 100 Love between Brothers and Sisters (Watts) ...... 98 Love one Another 143 Love to Jesus 89 Names and Order of the Books of the Old Testament, 101 Nine parts of Speech 104 Till CONTENTS. Page Obedience to Parents (Watts) 93 On Cleanliness 109 One by One 107 Perseverance 121 Praise 112 Praise for Birth and Education in a Christian Land (Watts) 102 Praise for Creation and Providence (Watts) 113 Praise for Mercies 119 Praise for Mercies, Spiritual and Temporal (Watts) 110 Praise for the Gospel (Watts) 116 Praise to God for our Redemption (Watts) 105 Prayer for Divine Assistance 115 Prayer for Youth 122 Questions and Answers 124 Reflections at the Close of the Year 126 Religion 125 Remember thy Creator in the days of thy Youth. . 120 Rules of School 129 Solemn Thoughts on God and Death (Watts) 127 Sowing and Reaping , 136 Speak Gently. 131 Spring 144 Sulking 133 Summer Evening (Watts) 130 CONTENTS. IX Page Teach us to Pray 169 The Advantages of Early Religion (Watts) 176 The All-seeing Eye (Watts) 199 The Chickens 165 The Child coming to Jesus 171 The Child's Garden 170 The Child who struck her Brother 142 The Child's Wish 159 The Christian's Friend 147 The Cow 138 The Crust 177 The Danger of Delay (Watts) '. 179 The Darling little Girl 196 The Doves 168 The Dying Child 164 The Example of Christ (Taylor) 166 The Fly 192 The Heavenly Canaan 190 The Heavenly Jerusalem 134 The Lie 184 The Little Pilgrim 158 The Lord's Prayer 162 The Meadow 163 The Mechanical Powers 183 The Rainbow . 183 The Shepherd 148 The Sparrow 189 The Sparrow's Nest 149 The Ten Commandments (Watts) 185 The Wall of Fire . 153 X CONTENTS. Page The Wanderings of the Birds 173 The Works of God (Taylor) 186 Things to Remember 161 Thy Will be Done 197 Trying to Do Right 178 Use of the Bible 202 Verses 193 When my little Daughter comes 203 Who made the Stars ? 198 Will you go ? 204 Would you like to be a Sunbeam ? 206 Youth invited to Christ , 201 Zion (Newton) 210 THE BOY WHO TOLD A LIE. (12) THE CHILD'S TEEASTJRY. A BOY WHO TOLD A LIE. , THE mother looked pale, and her face was sad, She seemed to have nothing to make her glad ; She silently sat with the tears in her eye, For her dear little boy had told a lie. He was a gentle, affectionate child, His ways were winning, his temper was mild ; There was love and joy in his soft blue eye, But the dear little boy had told a lie. He stood alrae by the window within, For he fMt that his soul was stained with sin ; And his mother could hear him sob and cry, Because he had told her that wicked lie. Then he came and stood by his mother's side, And asked for a kiss, which she denied ; While he promised, with many a penitent sigh, That he never would tell another lie. 2 (13) 14 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. So she bade him before her kneel gently down, And took his soft hands within her own ; And she kissed his cheek as he looked on high, And prayed to be pardoned for telling that lie. A CHILD-LIKE SPIRIT IMPLORED. "Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, shall in no wise enter (therein." LUKE, xviii. 17. QUIET, Lord ! ray froward heart, Make me teachable and mild, Upright, simple, free from art; Make me as a weaned child ; From distrust and envy free, Pleased with all that pleases Thee. What Thou shalt to-day provide, Let me as a child receive ; What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to Thy wisdom leave ; 'Tis enough that Thou wilt care, Why should I the burden bear ? As a little child relies On a care beyond his own, Knows he 's neither strong nor wise, Fears to move one step alone ; A OHILD-LIKE SPIRIT IMPLORED. (15) THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 17 Let me thus with Thee abide, As my Father, guard, and guide. Thus preserved from Satan's wiles, Safe from danger, free from fears, May I live upon Thy smiles, Till the promised hour appears, When the sons of God shall prove All their Father's boundless love. AGAINST EVIL COMPANY. 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? I hate to hear a wanton song ; The words offend my ears : I should not dare defile my tongue With language such as theirs. Away from fools I '11 turn mine eyes ; Nor with the scoffers go ; I would be walking with the wise, That wiser I may grow. 2* 18 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 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. / My God, I hate to walk or dwell With sinful children here : Then let me not be sent to hell, Where none but siuuers are. AGAINST LYING. O '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. JJut liars we can never trust, Though they should speak the thing that 's true; -And he that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it, makes it two. 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 ? THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 19 So did his wife Sapphira die, When she came iii and grew so bold As to confirm that wicked lie, Which, just before, her husband told. The Lord delights in them that speak The words of truth ; but every liar Must have his portion in the lake That burns with brimstone and with fire. Then let me always watch my lips, Lest I be struck to death and hell ; Since God a book of reckoning keeps For every lie that children tell. AGAINST PRIDE IN CLOTHES. 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, learned to sin. 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. 20 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. How proud we are ! how fond to show Our clothes, and call them rich and new. When the poor sheep and silk-worm wore That very clothing long before! The tulip and the butterfly Appear in gayer coats than I : Let me be drest fine as I will, Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still. 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. No more shall worms with me compare; This is the raiment angels wear : The Son of God, when here below, Put on this blest apparel too. It never fades, it ne'er grows old, Nor fears the rain, nor moth, nor mould ; It takes no spot, but still refines; The more 'tis worn, the more it shines. In this on earth would I appear, Then go to heaven and wear it there ; God will approve it in his sight ; 'Tis his own work, and his delight. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 21 AGAINST QUARRELLING AND FIGHTING. LET dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so ; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 'tis their nature too. But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise ; Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes. Let love through all your actions run, And all your words be mild ; Live like the blessed Virgin's Son, That sweet and lovely child. His soul was gentle as a lamb; And, as his stature grew, He grew in favor both with man, And God his Father too. Now Lord of all he reigns above, And, from his heavenly throne, He sees what children dwell in love, And marks them for his own. 22 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. AGAINST SCOFFING AND CALLING NAMES. OUR tongues were made to bless the Lord, And not speak ill of men ; When others give a railing word, We must not rail again. Cross words and angry names require To be chastised at school ; And he 's in danger of hell-fire That calls his brother Fool. But lips that dare be so profane, To mock and jeer and scoff At holy things, or holy men, The Lord shall cut them off. When children, in their wanton play, Served old Elisha so ; And bid the prophet go his way, "Go up, thou bald-head, go!" God quickly stopped their wicked breath, And sent two raging bears, That tore them limb from limb to death, With blood and groans and tears. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 25 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. AUTUMN. "All nature owns with one accord The great and universal Lord ; Insect, and bird, and tree, and flower, Bear witness to his wondrous power; And ' God is with us,' all reply, Creatures that creep, walk, swim, or fly, 'God reigns on earth, in air, in sky.' " AGAINST SWEARING AND CURSING AND TAKING GOD'S NAME IN VAIN. ANGELS, that high in glory dwell, Adore thy name, Almighty God ; And devils tremble down in hell, Beneath the terrors of Thy rod : 3 26 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 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 ! How will they stand before Thy face, Who treated Thee with such disdain ; While Thou 'shalt doom them to the place Of everlasting fire and pain ? Then never shall one cooling drop To quench their burning tongues be given ; But I will praise Thee here, and hope Thus to employ my tongue in heaven. My heart shall be in pain to hear Wretches affront the Lord above ; 'T is that great God whose power I fear ; That heavenly Father whom I love. If my companions grow profane, I '11 leave their friendship when I hear Young sinners take Thy name in vain, And learn to curse and learn to swear. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 2T KIND TO EACH OTHER. (C. SWAIN.) BE kind to each other, The night 's coming on, When friend and when brother Perchance may be gone ; Then 'midst our dejections, How sweet to have earned The blest recollection Of kindness returned. 28 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. When day hath departed, And memory keeps Her watch broken-hearted, Where all she loved sleeps, Let falsehood assail not, Nor envy disprove Let trifles prevail not Against those ye love ! Nor change with to-morrow, Should fortune take wing, But the deeper the sorrow, The closer still cling. Oh be kind to each other ! The night 's coming on, When friend and when brother Perchance may be gone ! A GENERAL SONG OF PRAISE TO GOD. How glorious is our heavenly King, Who reigns above the sky ? How shall a child presume to sing His dreadful majesty ? THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 29 How great his power is, none can tell, Nor think how large his grace ; Not men below, nor saints that dwell On high before his face. Not angels that stand round the Lord, Can search his secret will ; But they perform his heavenly word, And sing his praises still. Then let me join this holy train, And my first offerings bring; The eternal God will not disdain To hear an infant sing. My heart resolves, my tongue obeys, And angels shall rejoice, To hear their mighty Maker's praise Sound from a feeble voice. 30 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. BEING CAREFUL IN PLAY. IN your play, be very careful Not to give another pain ; If rude children hurt or tease you, Never do the like to them. If a stone were thrown upon you, And should hit your head or eye, Don't you know 'twould hurt you sadly ? Don't you think 'twould make yon cry? Never throw a stone or brick-bat, Though you see no creature near ; 'Tis a dangerous, naughty practice, Which you little ones should fear. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 3i God will love the child that 's gentle, And who tries to do no wrong, And you must learn to be careful, Now while you are very young. A MORNING SONG. 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. When from the chambers of the East, His morning race begins ; He never tires, nor stops to rest, But round the world he shines : So, like the sun, would I fulfil The business of the day ; Begin my work betimes, and still March on my heavenly way. Give me, O Lord 1 thy early grace Nor let my soul complain, That the young morning of my days Has all been spent in vain. 32 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. AN EVENING SONG. AND now another day is gone, I '11 sing my Maker's praise ; My comforts every hour make known His providence and grace. But how my childhood runs to waste ! My sins how great their sum ! Lord, give me pardon for the past, And strength for days to come. I lay my body down to sleep; Let angels guard my head, And through the hours of darkness keep Their watch around my bed. With cheerful heart I close mine eyes, Since Thou wilt not remove ; And in the morning let me rise Rejoicing in Thy love. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 35 BLESSINGS ATTENDANT UPON EARLY PIETY. " I love them that love me, and those that seek me early shall find me." PEOV. viii. 17. CHILDREN in years and knowledge young, Your parents' hope, your parents' joy, Attend the counsels of my tongue ; Let pious thoughts your minds employ. If you desire a length of days, And peace to crown your mortal state, Restrain your feet from sinful ways, Your lips from falsehood and deceit. From error's devious road depart ; From bad companions haste to flee : And hidden deep within the heart Let God's commandments ever be. In joy to Him your ways commit; In grief and woe make Him your stay ; And He will safely lead your feet Through life's dark paths to endless* day. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. BEWARE OF CARELESS WORDS. BEWARE, beware of careless words, They have a fearful power; And jar upon the spirit's chord Through many a weary hour. Though not designed to give us pain Though but at random spoken Remembrance brings them back again, The past's most bitter token. They haunt us through the toilsome day, And through the lonely night, And rise to cloud the spirit's ray, When all besides is bright. Though from the mind, and with the breath Which gave them they have flown ; Yet wormwood, gall, and even death, May dwell in every tone. As burning tears can well attest, A sentence lightly framed May linger, cankering, in the breast At which it first was aimed. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 37 0, could ray prayer indeed be heard Might I the past live o'er I 'd guard against a careless word, E'en though I spoke no more. CHILD'S PETITION. WHY should I love my sport so well, So constant at ray play, And lose the thoughts of heaven and hell, And then forget to pray ? 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 ? How senseless is my heart, and wild ! How vain are all ray thoughts ! Pity the weakness of a child, And pardon all my faults. 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. 4 38 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. BUY THE TRUTH. Go, thou in life's fair morning, Go in thy bloom of youth, And buy for thine adorning The precious boon of truth. Secure this heavenly treasure, And bind it on thine heart; And let no worldly pleasure Ere cause it to depart. Go, while the day-star shineth, Go while thy heart is light, Go, ere thy strength declineth, While every sense is bright. Sell all thou hast and buy it, 'Tis worth all earthly things, Rubies, and gold, and diamonds, Sceptres, and crowns of kings. Go, ere the cloud of sorrow Steal o'er the bloom of youth ; Defer not till to-morrow, Go, now, and buy the truth. Go, seek thy great Creator, Learn early to be wise. Go, place upon the altar A morning sacrifice. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 39 CHILD'S TALENT. GOD intrusts to all Talents, few or many ; None so young or small, That they have not any. Though the great and wise Have a greater number, Yet my one I prize, And it must not slumber. 40 THE CHILD'S TREASUUI. God will surely ask, Ere I enter heaven, Have I done the task AVhich to me was given ? Little drops of rain Bring the springing flowers ; And I may attain Much by little powers. Every little mite, Every little measure, Helps to spread the light, Helps to swell the treasure. DO RIGHT. I LOVE to do right, And I love the truth, And I '11 always love them, While in my youth. And when I grow old, And when I grow gray, I will love them still, Depart who may. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 41 CHRISTIAN WATCHFULNESS. "And what I say unto you, I say unto all, Watch." MARK, xiii. 37. A CHARGE to keep I have, A God to glorify ; A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky : To serve the present age, My calling to fulfil, Oh ! may it all my powers engage To do my Master's will. 4* 42 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Ann me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live ; And oh ! thy servant, Lord, prepare A strict account to give. Help me to watch and pray, And on Thyself rely, Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall for ever die. CONSOLATION FROM THE ATONEMENT OF CHRIST. (CECIL.) SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend ; Life and health and peace possessing From the sinner's dying Friend. Here I 'd sit forever viewing Mercy's streams in streams of blood, Precious drops my sonl bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God. Love and grief my heart dividing, Gazing here I 'd spend my breath, Constant still, in faith abiding, Life deriving from his death. THE CHILD'S TREASTJBY. 43 Lord, in ceaseless contemplation, Fix my heart and eyes on Thine, Till I taste Thy whole salvation, Where unveiled Thy glories shine. CONFORMITY TO CHRIST. OH ! teach us more of Thy blest ways, Thou holy Lamb of God ; And fix and root us in Thy grace, As those redeemed by blood. Oh ! tell us often of Thy love, Of all Thy grief and pain, And let our hearts with joy confess, From thence comes all our gain. For this, oh 1 may we freely count Whate'er we have but loss, The dearest objects of our love, Compared with Thee, but dross. Engrave this deeply on our hearts With an eternal pen, That we may, in some small degree, Return Thy love again. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. CHILDREN, WHY DO YOU COME TO SCHOOL ? WE little children come to school A part of every day, Because we think it would not do To spend it all in play. "Tis true we love to be at home With father and with mother; But yet to school we like to come Sisters and little brother. We all delight to count in turn, And know each figure well ; And then we also want to learn To read, and write, and spell. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 45 And whilst upon the map we view Each country, far and wide With oceans, lakes, and rivers, too, And many isles beside, We learn that Europe is a land Renowned for wealth and fame, From which, so many years ago, Our worthy fathers came. That Asia is the ancient clime Where Adam lived and died ; And where the blessed Saviour, too, Was scourged and crucified: That o'er the sands of Africa The negro yet might roam, llad not the cruel white man gone And torn him from his home. But yet, from Europe's northern clime, To Afric's burning sand-, Xo place is like America, Our own, our native land. 46 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. CHILD'S ASPIRATIONS. DEAREST Father, dwelling high, Far above the starry sky, Seated on thy shiniug throne, Hear me say, "Thy kingdom come." Let me bless His holy name, Who a little child became ; And the Spirit Thou hast given, God, most high, in earth and heaven. Wicked I have often been ; Oh ! forgive my every sin ; Help me to forgive each one Who to me a wrong has done. Keep me from each evil thought, For the Lord my soul has bought ; Me from powers of evil keep, When I wake and when I sleep. I, thy little child, would bring Prayers and praises to my King ; Let my heart cease breathing never, "Glory be to God forever." THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 47 CHILDREN AT THE GATE OF HEAVEN. (JAMES EDMESTON.) LITTLE travellers Zion-ward, Each one entering into rest, In the kingdom of your Lord, In the mansions of the blest There, to welcome, Jesus waits, Gives the crowns his followers win. Lift your heads, ye golden gates, Let the little travellers in ! Who are they whose little feet, Pacing life's dark journey through, Now have reached that heavenly seat They had ever kept in view ? "I from Greenland's frozen strand," "I from India's sultry plain," "I from Afric's barren sand," "I from Islands of the main." " All our earthly journey past, Every tear and pain gone by, Here together met at last, At the portal of the sky." Each the welcome "come" awaits, Conquerors o'er death and sin. Lift your heads, ye golden gates ! Let the little travellers in. 48 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. DON'T KILL THE BIRDS. DON'T kill the birds, the little birds That sing about your door, Soon as the joyous spring has come, And chilling storms are o'er. The little birds how sweet they sing; Oh, let them joyous live, And do not seek to take their life, Which you can never give. Don't kill the birds the pretty birds That play among the trees ; 'T would make the earth a cheerless place To see no more of these. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 49 The little birds how fond they play; Do not disturb their sport ; But let them warble forth their songs, Till winter cuts them short. Don't kill the birds the happy birds, That cheer the field and grove ; Such harmless things to look upon, They claim our warmest love. DO I LOVE THE SAVIOUR? WHEN Jesus Christ was here below, And spread His works of love abroad, If I had lived so long ago, I think I should have loved the Lord. Jesus who was so very kind, Who came to pardon sinful men, Who healed the sick and cured the blind ; Oh, must I not have loved Him, then? But where is Jesus ? is He dead ? Oh no ! He lives in heaven above ; "And blessed are they," the Saviour said, " Who, though they have not seen me, love. 5 50 THE CHILD'STREASURY. He sees us from His throne on high, As well as when on earth He dwelt; And when to Him poor children cry, He feels such love as then He felt. And if the Lord will grant- me grace, Much will I love Him and adore ; But when in heaven I see His face, 'Twill be my joy to love Him more. DUTIES FOR CHILDREN. 'Tis God's command, "Thou shalt not steal;" The pilfering hand His wrath shall feel. I '11 beg my bread From door to door, Rather than steal My neighbour's store. Work with your might, 'T is God's command : Let work and prayer Go hand in hand. DUTIES FOR CHILDREN. (51) THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 53 All honest labor God will bless ; Let me not live In idleness. I should not hurt The meanest -thing That creeps on earth, Or flies on wing. I must not lie, I must not feign, I must not take God's name in vain. A wicked child I must not be : For God on high Can hear and see. I must not speak Of others ill, But ever bear To all good-will. I 'd better die Than tell a lie; Lest I be lost Eternally : 5* 54 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Nor may my tongue Say what is wrong ; I must not sin A world to win. This blessed book, My Bible true, Shows me my sin And Saviour too. . Oh, blessed Saviour, Take my heart, And let not me From Thee depart. Lord grant that I In faith may die, And live with Thee Above the sky. DESIRE TO WALK WITH GOD. " It is good for me to draw near to God." Fs. Ixxiii. 28. OH! for a closer walk wim God, A calm and heavenly frame, A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the lamb ! THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 55 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and His word ? What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory still 1 But they have left an aching void The world can never fill. Return, holy Dove ! return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, And drove Thee from my breast. The dearest Idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from Thy throne, And worship only Thee 1 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm^fcd serene my' frame, So pure^Tight shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb. 56 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. EARLY PIETY. " Happy is the man that findeth wisdom, and the man that getteth understanding. Her ways are ways of plea- santness, and all her paths are peace." PROV. iii. 13, 17. * A. How happy is the child wfl^hears Instruction's warning voice ; And who celestial wisdom makes His early, only choice. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 57 Wisdom has treasures greater far Than East or West unfold; And her rewards more precious are Than is the gain of gold. She guides the young with innocence In pleasure's paths to tread ; A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head. According as her labors rise, So her rewards increase ; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace. DUTY TO GOD AND OUR NEIGHBOR. LOVE God with all your soul and strength, With all your heart and mind : And love your neighbor as yourself, Be fait^^ just, and kind. Deal witinothcr as you 'd have Another deal with you ; What you 're unwilling to receive, Be sure you never do. 58 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. EVENING. AND now the day is ending, With all its toil and care : My heart to heaven ascending, Shall offer praise and prayer ; The Lord is ever mindful Of those who seek His face ; And children, weak and sinful, May feel His saving grace. For all my sin and folly, This day from mom to even, I pray the Lord, most holy, That I may be forgiven. His bleeding love most precions ; I now recall to mind : The Lord is ever gracious, And pitiful, and kind. While I, my sins confessing, Implore His pardoning love, I '11 praise Him for Descending from a Ingratitude so hateful keep me from that sin ; Lord, make me truly grateful, And cleanse my soul within. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. FIKST INQUIRY. ' ' FATHER, who made all the beautiful flowers, And the bright green shade of the summer bowers? Is it the warm-beaming sun that brings The emerald leaves and the blossomings ? Flowers to the field, and fruit to the tree ?" ' ' Not the sun, my dear child, but One greater than he." " Father, whose hand formed the blue-tinted sky, Its colored clouds and its radiancy ? What are those stars we view, shining in air ? AVhat power keeps them ever suspended there ? Was it man formed the sky and the glories we see?" ' > T ot man, my dear child, but One greater than he." " Father, from whence comes our own lovely land, With its rivers, and seas, and its mountains so grand ? Its tall frowning rocks, and its shell-spangled shore, Were not thedKbe work of some people of yore ? Owe these no^Their birth to man's own good de- gree?" " Xot to man, my dear child, but One greater than he. 6 ('.2 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. ' From God came the trees, and the flowers, and the earth, To Him do the mountains and seas owe their birth : His glory alone, love, created on high, The sun, moon, and stars, and the beautiful sky ; It was He formed the land, and no people of yore Seek Him, then, my dear child, and His power adore." EVENING HYMN. (MART LUNDIE DUNCAN.) JESUS, tender Shepherd, hear me ; Bless Thy little lambs to-night : Through the darkness be Thou near me, Watch my sleep till morning* light. All this day Thy hand has led me, And I thank Thee for Thy care ; Thou hast clothed me, warmed and fed me, Listen to my evening prayer. Let my sins be all forgiven, Bless the friends I love so well; Take me when I die to heaven, Happy there with Thee to dwell. THE CHILD'S TREASURY, 63 FOR A LITTLE CHILD. THOUGH I am but a little child, I know I ought to try each day, To keep my temper sweet and mild, In everything I do or say. I ought to be to others kind, And never say a thing untrue ; My teachers I should always mind ; Whatever they may bid me do. 64 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Each word we say by God is heard, I must not take his name in vain, Nor ever speak a naughty word, Nor stay where others talk profane. But I should try to learn my book, And love my Bible most of all ; That when at death I have to look, I then may know on whom to call. I ought to pray, and now begin To be as good as I can be, Assured that if I live in sin, My Maker's face I cannot see. Thus may I prize instruction given ; My Saviour's blessed words obey ; That I may learn the way to heaven, And happy be from day to day. Then let me diligently try V tlie To do what 's right and mind tne rule ; That when at last I come to die, My heart may bless our Teacher's School. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 65 FOR A NEW HEART. OH 1 for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free ; A heart redeemed by that rich blood So freely shed for me ! A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer's throne, Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone. An humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean ; Which neither life nor death can part From Him that dwells within. A heart in every thought renewed, And full of love divine ; Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, A copy, Lord, of Thine. FAITH. I KNEW a widow, very poor, Who four small children had, The eldest was but six years old, A gentle, modest lad. 6* 66 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. And very hard that widow toiled To feed her children four : An honest pride the woman felt, Though she was very poor. To labor she would leave her home, For children must be fed ; And glad was she when she could buy A shilling's worth of bread. And this was all the children had On any day to eat; They drank their water, ate their bread, But never tasted meat. One day the snow was falling fast, And piercing was the air ; I thought that I would go and see How those poor children were. Ere long I reached their cheerless home ; 'T was searched by every breeze : When, going in, the eldest child I saw upon his knees. I paused to listen to the boy : He never raised his head, But still went on, and said, " Give us This day our daily bread." THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 67 I waited till the child was done, Still listening as he prayed, And when he rose I asked him why The Lord's prayer he had said. "Why, sir," said he, "this morning when My mother went away, She wept because she said she had No bread for us to-day. " She said we children now must starve, Our father being dead ; And then I told her not to cry, For I could get some bread. '"Our Father,' sir, the prayer begins, Which makes me think that' He, As we have no kind father here, Our Father kind will be. "And then, you know, the prayer, too, Asks God for bread each day ; So in the corner, sir, I went, And that's what made me pray." I quickly left that wretched room And went with fleeting feet, And very soon was back again, With food enough to eat. 68 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. "I thought God heard me," said the boy; I answered with a nod : I could not speak but much I thought Of that boy's faith in God. GOD IS A SPIRIT. GOD is a spirit, He can see My very thoughts within ; And this is what he says to me, Child, never dare to sin ! When once I know within my heart That anything is wrong, I must not act that wicked part, However I may long. 'T is God who gives me life and breath, And home, and food, and clothes ; Though he can send me down to death This moment if He choose. But still to-day He lets me live, And keeps me safe and right; And the best thanks a child can give, Is doing what is right. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 69 GOD IS IN HEAVEN. GOD is in heaven can He hear A feeble prayer like mine ? Yes, little child, thou need'st not fear, He listeneth to thine. 70 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. God is in heaven can He see When I am doing wrong ? Yes, that He can ; He looks at thee All day and all night long. God is in heaven would He know If I should tell a lie ? Yes, if thou said'st it very low, He 'd hear it in the sky. God is in heaven does He care, Or is He good to me ? Yes, all thou hast to eat or wear, "Tis God that giveth thee. God is in heaven can I go To thank Him for His care ? Not yet; but love Him here below, And He will guide thee there. God is in heaven may I pray To go there when I die ? Yes, love, be good, and then one day He '11 call thee to the sky. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 71 GOOD RESOLUTIONS. THOUGH I 'm now in younger days, Nor can tell what can befall me, I '11 prepare for every place, Where my growing age shall call me. Should I e'er be rich or great, Others shall partake my goodness ; I '11 supply the poor with meat, Never showing scorn nor rudeness. When I see the blind or lame, Deaf or dumb, I '11 kindly treat them ; I deserve to feel the same, If I mock, or hurt, or cheat them ; If I meet with railing tongues, Why should I return them railing; Since I best revenge my wrongs By my patience never failing ! When I hear them telling lies, Talking foolish, cursing, swearing ; First I '11 try to make them wise, Or I '11 soon go out of hearing. 72 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. What though I be low and mean, I '11 engage 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, I shall meet, I hope, with pity ; Since I love to help the weak, Though they 're neither fair nor witty. I '11 not willingly offend, Nor be easily offended ; What 's amiss I '11 strive to mend, And endure what can't be mended. May I be so watchful still, O'er my humours and my passion, As to speak and do no ill, Though it should be all the fashion. Wicked fashions lead to hell, Ne'er may I be found complying ; But in life behave so well, Not to be afraid of dying. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 73 GOING TO BED. DOWN upon my pillow warm, I do lay ray little head; And the rain, and wind, and storm, Cannot come a-nigh my bed. Many little children poor Have not anywhere to go, And sad hardships they endure, Snch as I did never know. 1 74 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Dear mamma, I '11 thank thee oft, For this comfortable bed, And this pretty pillow soft, "Where I rest my little head. I shall sleep so very well On a bed so nice as this : So, my mother dear, farewell, Give thy little girl a kiss. .HOW MANY BONES ARE THERE IN THE HUMAN FRAME? Two hundred and forty-five, 'tis said, Compose the human frame : Just sixty-one within the head, Three more the trunk doth claim : Sixty the hands and arms complete, And make them fit for work or play ; Whilst sixty in the legs and feet, Support this tenement of clay. Wondrous machine ! with muscles, nerves, And flesh, and blood made strong ; How strange, how marvellous it seems That it should last so long. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 75 HAPPY CHILDREN. lv little children love to pray, And keep good tempered all the day, And never speak a wicked word, Whatever language they have heard Or if they straggle hard and pray, To drive all wicked thoughts away; Then they '11 be happy all day 'long, As wild birds in their morning song. 76 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. HYMN DESCRIPTIVE OF HEAVEN. (ADDRESSED TO THE MARTYRS.) FOLLOWERS of the holy Jesus, Gone without the camp with Him ; To the mansions ye inhabit, All the glare of earth, how dim ! Can imperial courts exhibit Aught that may with heaven compare ? Halls of ivory and silver, Faint would be your brilliance there. Gates of pearl and gem foundations, Through the heavenly city shine ; Golden streets and walls of beauty Glow with radiance divine. There no sun nor moon is shining, No created light is known ; But unmingled lustre streaming From the bright eternal throne. There the ransomed nations worship, Kings and priests to God they reign ; There the myriad harpers harping, Cease not day nor night their strain. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 77 There are meads of fadeless verdure ; There the living waters flow ; There the Lamb amidst them leads them Where the trees of healing grow. There shall he that overcometh, An eternal pillar stand ; On his head a crown of glory, Victor, palm-branch in his hand. Him the second death can never Offer danger or alarm, For the Alpha and Omega Rules it with victorious arm. Welcome scourges ! Welcome prisons ! Welcome death, with all its stings, Life from death, and joy from sorrow, Honor from dishonor springs 1 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! We shall one day conquer, too : Whether calms or storms await us, Jesus lives to lead us through. 7* 78 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. GENTLE Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child ; Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to Thee. Fain I would to Thee be brought ; Gracious God forbid it not ; In the kingdom of Thy grace, Give a little child a place. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 79 O supply my every want! Feed the young and tender plant; Day and night my keeper be, Every moment watch o'er me. LORD, teach a little child to pray, And oh ! accept my prayer ; Thou well canst hear all that I say, For Thou art everywhere. A little sparrow cannot fall Unnoticed, Lord, by Thee ; And though I am so young and small, Thou dost take care of me. Teach me to do whate'er is right, And, when I sin, forgive ; And make it still my chief delight To love Thee while I live. 0, FATHER, bless a little child, And in my early youth, Give me a spirit meek and mild, A soul to love the truth. 80 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. May never falsehood in my heart, Or in my words, abide ; But may I act the truthful part, Whatever may betide. When, for some little insult given, My angry passions rise, I '11 think how Jesus came from heaven, And bore His injuries. Dear Saviour, may I learn of Thee, My temper to amend ; And, walking in humility, May peace my steps attend. HO S ANN A. HOSANNA to King David's Son ! Who reigns on a superior throne ; We bless the Prince of heavenly birth, Who brings salvation down on earth. Let every nation, every age, In this delightful work engage ; Old men and babes in Sion sing The growing glories of her King I THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 81 IF EVER I SEE. IF ever I see, On bush or tree, Young birds in their pretty nests ; I must not in play Steal the birds away, To grieve their mother's breast. My mother, I know, Would sorrow so, Should I be stolen away ; So I '11 speak to the birds In my softest words, Nor hurt them in my play. 82 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. INTEMPERANCE. I SAW a little girl, With half uncovered form, And wondered why she wandered thus, Amid the winter storm ; They said her mother drank What took her sense away, And so she let her children go Hungry and cold all day. I saw them lead a man To prison for his crime, Where solitude and punishment And toil divide the time ; And, as they forced him through its gate, Unwillingly along, They told me 'twas INTEMPERANCE That made him do the wrong. I saw a woman weep As if her heart would break ; They said her husband drank too much Of what he should not take. I saw an unfrequented mound, Where weeds and brambles wave; They said no tear had fallen there : It was a drunkard's grave. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 83 They said these were not all The risks the intemperate run, For there was danger lest the soul Be evermore undone. Water is very pure and sweet, And beautiful to see; And since it cannot do us harm, It is the drink for me. HEAVEN AND HELL. THERE is beyond the sky A heaven of joy and love ; And holy children when they die Go to that world above. There is a dreadful hell, And everlasting pains ; There sinners must with devils dwell, Tn darkness, flre, and chains. Can such a wretch as I Escape this cursed end? And may I hope whene'er I die, I shall to heaven ascend ? 84 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Then will I read and pray, While I have life and breath ; Lest I should be cut off to-day, And sent to eternal death. HYMN FOR A CHILD. (RTLAND.) LORD, teach a little child to pray, Thy grace betimes impart ; And grant thy Holy Spirit may Renew my infant heart. For Christ can all my sins forgive, And wash away their stain ; And fit my soul with Him to live, And in His kingdom reign. To Him let little children come, For He hath said they may; His bosom then shall be their home Their tears He '11 wipe away. For all who early seek His face Shall surely taste His love ; Jesus shall guide them by His grace, To dwell with Him above. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 85 JESUS OUR SAVIOUR. IN Jesus, God is reconciled, Thy sins may be forgiven ; Come and He'll own thee as a child, And make thee heir of heaven. O may the word of gospel truth Thy chief desires engage; And Jesus be thy guide in youth, Thy joy in hoary age ! 8 86 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. INNOCENT PLAY. ABROAD in the meadows, to see the young lambs Run sporting about by the side of their dams, With fleeces so clean and so white ; Or a nest of young doves in a large open cage, When they play all in love, without anger or rage, How much may we learn from the sight ! If we had been ducks, we might dabble in mud ; Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood ; So foul and so fierce are their natures ; But Thomas and William, and such pretty names, Should be cleanly and harmless as doves, or as lambs, Those lovely, sweet, innocent creatures. 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 pebbles and mire ! There 's none but a madman will fling about fire, And tell you " 'tis all but in sport." THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 87 INDUSTRY. How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower ! How skilfully she builds her cell ! How neat she spreads the wax ! And labors hard to store it well, With the sweet food she makes. In works of labor or of skill, I would be busy too ; For Satan finds some mischief still, For idle hands to do. In books, or works, or healthful play, Let ray first years be past ; That I may give for every day, Some good account at last. INFANT'S PRAYER. JESUS, Saviour, Son of God, Who for me life's pathway trod, Who for me became a child, Make me humble, meek, and mild. 88 THE CHILD'S TREASURY I Thy little lamb would be, Jesus, I would follow Thee ; amuel was Thy child of old, Take me, too, within Thy fold. JESUS THE GUIDE. JESUS, guide of young beginners, Let a child approach to Thee, Thee who cam'st to ransom sinners, Thee who died'st to ransom me. Into Thy protection take me, Full of goodness as Thou art, After Thine own image make me, Make me after Thine own heart. Exercise the potter's power Over this unshapen clay ; Call me in the morning hour, Teach my youthful mind Thy way. With a tender awe inspire, That I never more may rove; Every spark of Good desire Raise into a flame of love. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 89 LOVE TO JESUS. "Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me; for of such is the kingdom of heaven." MATT. xix. 14. " And he took them up in his arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed them." MARK x. 16. I THINK when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesns was here among men, When He called little children as lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with them then. 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. 8* 90 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. But still to His footstool in prayer I may go, ask for a share of His love ; I thus earnestly seek Him below, "shall see Him and hear Him above. In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare, For all that are washed and forgiven ; And many dear children are gathering there, For of such is the kingdom of heaven. LITTLE THINGS. LITTLE drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land. Thus, the little minutes, Humble though they be, Make the mighty ages Of eternity. Thus, our little errors Lead the soul away, From the path of virtue, Off in sin to stray. (91) THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 93 Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden, Like the heaven above. OBEDIENCE TO PARENTS. LET children that would fear the Lord, Hear what their teachers say ; With reverence meet their parents' word, And with delight obey. Have you not heard what dreadful plagues Are threatened by the Lord, To him that breaks his father's law, Or mocks his mother's word ? What heavy guilt upon him lies ! How cursed is his name ! The ravens shall pick out his eyes, And eagles eat the same. But those who worship God, and give Their parents honor due, Here on this earth they long shall live, And live hereafter too. 94 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. I OFTEN SAY MY PRAYERS. I OFTEN say my prayers, But do I ever pray ? Or do the wishes of my heart Dictate the words I say? 'Tis useless to implore Unless I feel I need ; Unless 'tis from a sense of want, That all my words proceed. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 95 I might as well kneel down And worship Gods of stone, As offer to the living God A prayer of words alone ! Lord, teach me what I want, And teach me how to pray; Nor let me e'er implore Thy grace, Not feeling what I say. LINES ON THE DIFFERENCE OF COLOR, OR RACES OF MAN. GOD gave to Afric's sons A brow of sable dye, And spread the country of their birth Beneath a burning sky. And with a cheek of olive made The little Hindoo child, And darkly stained the forest tribes That roam our western wild. The Malay and Mongolian race Like chestnut polished bright; While Chinese and East Indian Have shades of yellow light. 96 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. To me he gave a form Of rather whiter clay ; Bt am I therefore in His sight Respected more than they ? Xo ! 'tis the hue of deeds and thoughts, Which He doth e'er regard; 'T is the complexion of the heart, Which He doth e'er reward. Not by the tinted cheek, That fades away so fast, But by the color of the soul, We shall be judged at last. And God, the Judge, will look at me With anger in his eyes, If I my brother's darker brow Should ever dare despise. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 97 \Vj| ' LITTLE STAR. TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, While I view it from afar; Up abore the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. 9 98 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. When the glorious sun is set, When the grass with dew is wet, Then it shows its little light, Twinkle, twinkle all the night. In the dark blue sky it keeps, And often through my curtain peeps ; For it never shuts its eye, Till the sun is in the sky. As its bright and tiny spark Lights the traveller in the dark, And I see it from afar, Twinkle, twinkle, little star. WHATEVER brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home ; Where sisters dwell and brothers meet, Quarrels should never come. Birds in their little nests agree ; And 'tis a shameful sight, When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 99 Hard names at first, and threatening words, That are but noisy breath; May grow to clubs and naked swords, To murder and to death. The devil tempts one mother's son To rage against another ; So wicked Cain was hurried on, Till he had killed his brother. The wise will make their anger cool, At least before 'tis night; But in the bosom of a fool It burns till morning light. Pardon, Lord, our childish rage, Our little brawls remove ; That as we grow to riper age, Our hearts may all be love. 100 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. LOVE AND KINDNESS. LOVE and kindness we may measure By this simple rule alone ; Do we mind our neighbor's pleasure, Just as if it were our own ? Let us try to care for others, Nor suppose ourselves the best ; We should all be friends and brothers, 'T was the Saviour's last request. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 101 NAMES AND ORDER OF THE BOOKS OF THE OLD TESTAMENT. THE great Jehovah speaks to us In Genesis and Exodus; Leviticus and Numbers see Followed by Deuteronomy. Joshua and Judges sway the land, Ruth gleans a sheaf with trembling hand ; 9* 102 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Samuel and numerous Kings appear, Whose Chronicles we wondering hear; Ezra and Nehemiah now Esther the beauteous mourner show : Job speaks in sighs, David in Psalms, The Proverbs teach to scatter alms. Ecclesiastes then comes on, And the sweet song of Solomon. Isaiah, Jeremiah then With Lamentations takes his pen. Ezekiel, Daniel, Hosea's lyres Swell Joel, Amos, Obadiah's. Next Jonah, Micah, Nahum, come, And lofty Habakkuk finds room. While Zephaniah, Haggai calls, Rapt Zechariah builds his walls; And Malachi, with garments rent, Concludes the ancient Testament. PRAISE FOR BIRTH AND EDUCATION IN A CHRISTIAN LAND. 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. THE CHILD'S TKEASURY. 103 "Tis to Thy sovereign grace I owe, That I was born on [Christian] ground; Where streams of heavenly 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. How do I pity those that dwell Where ignorance and darkness reigns ! They know no heaven, they fear no hell, Those endless joys, those endless pains. Thy glorious promises, Lord, Kindle my hopes, and my desire ; While all the preachers of Thy word Warn me to 'scape eternal fire. Thy praise shall still employ my breath, Since Thou hast marked my way to heaven ; Nor will I run the road to death, And waste the blessings Thou hast given. 104 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. NINE PARTS OF SPEECH. THREE little words we often see, An article, a, an, and the. A noun 's the name of any thing, As school or garden, hoop or swing. Adjectives tell the kind of noun, As great, small, pretty, white, or brown. Instead of nouns the pronouns stand, Thy head, his face, my arm, your hand. Verbs tell of something being done, To read, write, count, sing, jump, or run How things are done the adverbs tell, As slowly, quickly, ill, or well. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 105 A preposition stands before A noun, as in or through a door. )ua, a Conjunctions join the nouns together, As men and children, wind or weather. The interjection shows surprise, As Oh, how pretty ! Ah, how wise ! PRAISE TO GOD FOE OUR REDEMPTION. BLEST be the wisdom and the power, The justice and the grace, That joined in counsel to restore, And save our ruined race ! Our father ate forbidden fruit, And from his glory fell ; And we, his children, thus were brought To death and near to hell. Blest be the Lord that sent his Son To take our flesh and blood ; He for our lives gave up his own, To make our peace with God. 106 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. He honored all his Father's laws, Which we have disobeyed ; ^^ He bore our sins upon the cross, And our full ransom paid. Behold Him rising from the grave; Behold Him raised on high ; He pleads His merit, there to save Transgressors doomed to die. There on a glorious throne He reigns, And by His power divine, Redeems us from the slavish chains Of Satan and of sin. Thence shall the Lord to judgment come ; And with a sovereign voice Shall call, and break up every tomb, While waking saints rejoice. O may I then with joy appear Before the Judge's face ; And with the blessed assembly there Sing His redeeming grace ! THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 107 ONE BY ONE. ONE by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going, Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each ; Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach. One by one (bright gifts from heaven) Joys are sent thee here below; ,/i Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go. 108 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. One by one thy griefs shall meet thee, Do not fear an armed band ;^ One will fade as others greet thee, Shadows passing through tneiand. Do not look at life's long sorrow ; See how small each moment's pain; God will help thee for to-morrow, Every day begin again. Every hour that fleets so slowly Has its task to do or bear; Luminous the crown and holy, If thou set each gem with care. Do not linger with regretting, Or for passing hours despond ; Nor, the daily toil forgetting, Look too eagerly beyond. Hours are golden links, God's token, Reaching heaven ; but one by one Take them, lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 109 ON CLEANLINESS. GOOD boys and girls who come to school, Oh don't forget the cleanly rule ; To wash your hands and comb your hair, And so look clean and fresh and fair ; And, lest you fall into disgrace, Do not forget to wash the face. This is the way we wash our hands, And try to keep them white ; This is the way we comb onr hair, And so look clean and bright. This is the way we wash our face, Before we come to school ; And thns we brush and fix our clothes, To keep the cleanly rule. 10 110 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Raise your hands if they are clean, By your teachers to be Hands and faces clean anc How it will their hearts If you keep them bright and clean, Their true color may be seen. Hold them very still again AVe can almost see each vein; Almost see each purple tide, All along each finger glide. O, how healthy that must be, When the blood can flow so free I Hid with dirt we could not know Where these pretty veins did flow. Sparkle, sparkle, water pure ! Dirty hands I can't endure ; "Washing 's pleasant, I am sure, "Sparkle, sparkle, water pure ! PRAISE FOR MERCIES, SPIRITUAL AND TEMPORAL. WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad How many poor I see ! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me ? THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Ill Not more than others I deserve, ^ hath given me more ; I r I have food while others starve, door to door. llow many children in the street Half naked I behold ! While I am clothed from head to feet, And covered from the cold. 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. While others early learn to swear, And cnrse, and lie, and steal ; Lord, I am taught Thy name to fear, And do Thy hgly will. Are These Thy favors, day by day, To me above the rest ? Then let me love Thee more than they, And strive to serve Thee best. 112 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. PRAISE. JESUS, high in glory, Lend a listening ear, When we bow before Thee, Infant praise to hear. Though Thou art so holy, Heaven's almighty King, Thou wilt stoop to listen When Thy praise we sing. We are little children, Weak and apt to stray ; Saviour, guide and keep us In the heavenly way. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 113 Save as, Lord, from sinning, Watch us day by day ; Help us now to love thee, T:ake our sins away. Then when Jesus calls us To our heavenly home, We will gladly answer, Saviour, Lord, we come. PRAISE FOR CREATION AND PROVIDENCE. I SINO the Almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise ; That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day ; The moon shines full at His command, And all the stars obey. I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food ; He formed the creatures with His word, And then pronounced them good. 10* 114 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Lord, how thy wonders are displayed Where'er I turn mine eye !^^^ If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky ! There 's not a plant or flower below, But makes Thy glories known ; And clouds arise, and tempests blow, By order from Thy throne. Creatures (as numerous as they be) Are subject to Thy care ; There 's not a place where we can flee, But God is present there. In heaven He shines with beams of love, With wrath in hell beneath ! 'Tis on His earth I stand or move, And 'tis His air I breathe. His hand is my perpetual guard ; He keeps me with His eye : Why should I then forget the Lord, Who is forever nigh ? THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 115 PRAYER FOR DIVINE ASSISTANCE. Now, in my early days, Teach me Thy will to know ; Lord, Thy sanctifying grace Betimes on me bestow. 116 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Make my unguarded youth The object of Thy care ; ^^ Help me to choose the way of truth, And flee from every snare. My heart, to folly prone, Renew by power Divine ; Unite it to Thyself alone, And make me wholly Thine. Lord, let Thy word of grace My warmest thoughts employ ; Be this, through all my future days, My treasure and my joy. PRAISE FOR THE GOSPEL. 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. What would the ancient Jewish kings And Jewish prophets once have given, Could they have heard those glorious things, Which Christ revealed and brought from heaven 1 PRAISE FOR MERCIES. (118) THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 119 How glad the heathens would have been, That worshipped idols, wood, and stono, If they the Book of God had seen, Or Jesus and his Gospel known ! Then if this Gospel I refuse, How shall I e'er lift up mine eyes ? For all the Gentiles and the Jews, Against me will in judgment rise. PRAISE FOR MERCIES. LORD, I would own Thy tender care, And all Thy love to me ; The food I eat, the clothes I wear, Are all bestowed by Thee. And Thou preservest me from death And dangers every hour ; I cannot draw another breath, Unless Thou give the power. My health, my friends, and parents dear, To me by God are given ; I have not any blessings here, But what are sent from heaven. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Such goodness, Lord, and constant care, A child can ne'er repay; But may it be my daily prayer To love Thee and obey. REMEMBER THY CREATOR IN THE DAYS OF THY YOUTH. WHILE in the tender years of youth, In nature's smiling bloom, Ere age arrive, and trembling wait Its summons to the tomb. Remember thy Creator, God ; For Him thy powers employ; Make Him thy fear, thy love, thy hope, Thy confidence, thy joy. He shall defend and guide thy course Through life's uncertain sea, Till thou art landed on the shore Of blest eternity. Then seek the Lord betimes, and choose The path of heavenly truth ; The earth affords no lovelier sight Than a religious youth. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 121 PERSEVERANCE. HERE'S a lesson all should heed, Try, try again ; If at first you don't succeed, Try, try again. Let your courage well appear; If you only persevere, You will conquer, never fear Try, try again. 11 122 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Twice or thrice though you should fail, Try, try again ; If at last you would prevail, Try, try again. When you strive there 's no disgrace, Though you fail to win the race ; Bravely, then, in such a case, Try, try again. Let the thing be e'er so hard, Try, try again ; Time will surely bring reward Try, try again. That which other folks can do, Why, with patience, may not you ? Why, with patience, may not you ? Try, try again. PRAYER FOR YOUTH. " Train up a child in the way he should go : and when he is old he will not depart from it." PROV. xxii. 6. BESTOW, Lord, upon our youth The gift of saving grace, And let the seed of sacred truth Fall in a fruitful place. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 123 Grace is a plant, where'er it grows, Of pure and heavenly root; But fairest in the youngest shows, And yields the sweetest fruit. Ye careless ones, O hear betimes The voice of sovereign love 1 Your youth is stained with many crimes, But mercy reigns above. For you the public prayer is made ; O join the public prayer! For you the sacred tear is shed ; shed yourselves a tear! We pray that you may early prove The Saviour's quickening grace ; Too young you cannot taste His lore, Or seek His smiling face. 124 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS. WHO showed the little ant the wav Her narrow hole to bore, And spend the pleasant summer day In laying up her store ? The sparrow builds her clever nest Of wool and hay and moss ; Who told her how to weave it best, And lay the twigs across ? THE GUILD'S TREASURY. 125 Who taught the busy bee to fly Among the sweetest flowers, And lay his feast of honey by, To eat in winter hours? 'T was God who showed them all the way, And gave their little skill ; , And teaches children, if they pray, To do his holy will. RELIGION. 'Tis religion that can give Sweetest pleasure while we live ; 'Tis religion must supply Solid comfort when we die. After death its joys will be Lasting as eternity ! Be the living God our friend, Then our bliss shall never end. 11* 126 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. REFLECTIONS AT THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR. " For the grace of God that bringeth salvation hath ap- peared to all men, teaching us that, denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, we should live soberly, righteously, and godly in this present world ; looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God, and our Saviour Jesus Christ ; who gave Himself for us, that He might redeem us from all iniquity, and purify unto Himself a peculiar people, zealous of good works." TITUS ii. 11-14. AND now, my soul, another year Of ray short life is past; I cannot long continue here, And this may be my last. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 127 Part of my doubtful life is gone, Nor will return again ; And swift my fleeting moments run The few which yet remain ! Awake, my soul ! with utmost care Thy true condition learn ; What are thy hopes how sure, how fair, And what thy great concern ? Another year next morn begins ; Set out afresh for heaven ; Seek pardon for thy former sins, Through Christ so freely given. Devoutly yield thyself to God, And on His grace depend ; With zeal pursue the heavenly road, Nor doubt a happy end. SOLEMN THOUGHTS ON GOD AND DEATH. THERE is a God, that reigns above, Lord of the heavens and earth and seas ; I fear Ilis wrath, I ask His love, And with my lips I sing His praise. 128 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 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, jnst, and true. There is a Gospel of rich grace, Whence sinners all their comforts draw ; Lord, I repent, and seek Thy face, For I have often broke Thv law. There is an hour when I must die, Nor do I know how soon 't will come ; A thousand children, young as I, Are called by death to hear their doom. Let me improve the hours I have, Before the day of grace is fled ; There 's no repentance in the grave, Nor pardon offered to the dead. Just as a tree cut down, that fell To north or southward, there it lies ; So man departs to heaven or hell, Fixed in the state wherein he dies. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 129 RULES OF SCHOOL. I SHOULD come early every day, And all my teacher's rules obey ; Be here before the school begins, And silent when the signal rings. My clothes and person should be neat ; I should not mark my desk nor seat ; My books I should not soil nor tear, Nor aught about the room impair. I should not whisper, talk, nor play, Nor idly while my time away ; But learn my lessons well and fast, For soon my school-days will be past. 130 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. I should not quarrel, swear, nor lie, Tell tales, deceive, nor angry be; Nor do to others things that I Should hate to have them do to me. SUMMER EVENING. How fine has the day been, how bright was the sun ! How 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's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best, He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his rest, And fortells a bright rising again. 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 richer in grace, And gives a sure hope at the end of his days, Of rising in brighter array. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 131 SPEAK GENTLY. SPEAK gently : it is better far To rule by love than fear. Speak gently : let not harsh words mar The good we might do here. Speak gently : love doth whisper low The vows that true hearts bind ; And gently friendships accents flow Affection's voice is kind. Speak gently to the little child ! Its love be sure to gain; Teach it in accents soft and mild It may not long remain. 132 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Speak gently to the young, for they Will have enough to bear; Pass through this life as best they maf, 'T is full of anxious care ! Speak gently to the aged one, Grieve not the careworn heart ; The sands of life are nearly run Let such in peace depart. Speak gently, kindly to the poor ; Let no harsh tone be heard; They have enough they must endure, Without an unkind word. Speak gently to the erring : know They may have toiled in vain ; Perchance unkindness made them so ; , Oh, win them back again 1 Speak gently : He who gave His life, To bend man's stubborn will, When elements were in fierce strife, Said to them, "Peace, be still !" Speak gently: 'tis a little thing Dropped in the heart's deep well; The good, the joy which it may bring, Eternity shall tell. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 133 SULKING. WHY is Mary standing there, Leaning down upon a chair, With pouting lip and frowning brow? T wonder what 's the matter now ? Come here, my dear, and let me see; Is it because I spoke to thee, About the work thou didst so slow, That thou art standing sulking so ? 12 134 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Why, then, indeed, I 'm grieved to see My child can so ill tempered be ; Thy fault was made a great deal worse By being angry and perverse. Oh, how much better it appears To see thee melting into tears ; And then to hear thee humbly say, "I'll not do so another day." But thus to stand and sulk about, And look so cross, and cry, and pout, Why that, my little girl should know, Id worse than working bad or slow. THE HEAVENLY JERUSALEM. "And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and showed me that great city, the Holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God, having the Glory of God. And there shall in no wise enter into it any- thing that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh abomina- tion, or maketh a lie ; but they which are written in the Lamb's book of life." REV. xxi. 10, 27. JERUSALEM ! my happy home, Name ever dear to me ! When shall my labors have an end In joy, and peace, and thee ? THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 135 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold ? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold ? There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know ; Blest seats 1 through rude and stormy scenes, I onward press to you. Why should I shrink at pain and woe, Or feel at death dismay ? I 've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day. Apostles, martyrs, prophets there Around my Saviour stand ; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band. Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see. 13C THE CHILD'S TREASURY. SOWING AND REAPING. "Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap." WHO are sowing ? Who are sowing ? These young children now at play ; And the scattered seeds are growing Night by night, and day by day : THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 137 Some with fruitful grain are shooting, Some will only weeds produce, Which, alas, will need uprooting, Ere the soil be fit for use. Who are sowing ? those just leaving Childhood and its sports behind ; Hearts with golden visions heaving, Are they sowing to the wind ? If they toil.'on Christ relying, If His glory be their aim, They may hope with hope undying, They shall reap eternal gain. Who are sowing ? Those expending Manhood's years for objects vain ; Earth beyond, no thought extending, What shall be their future gain ? Who are sowing ? Those still clinging To the dregs of life misspent : Tares around their footsteps springing, Earnest of their end present. Who are sowing ? Who are sowing ? Children, manhood, youth and age, And the scattered seeds are growing, Putting forth at every stage ; 12* 138 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. All along life's pathway springing, Bearing fruit or flower or weed, On the air their odor flinging, Either for our bane or need. Soon will dawn the day of reaping Soon the gathering time will come, When each seed its promise keeping, All shall bear their harvest home. THE COW. Come, children, listen to me now, And we will talk about the cow ; We '11 find her useful, live or dead, Whether she 's black, or white, or red. When milk-maids milk morn and night, She gives them milk, so fresh and white ; And this, we little children think, Is very nice for us to .drink. The curdled milk they press and squeeze, And thus they make it into cheese ; The cream skimmed off they shake in churns, Which very soon to butter turns. THE OOW. (139) THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 141 And when she 's dead her flesh is good, For beef is very wholesome food ; And though in health it makes us strong, To eat too much is very wrong. Then lime and bark the tanner takes, And of her skin he leather makes : And this, we know, they mostly use To make nice soles for boots and shoes. The hair that grows upon her back, Is taken, whether white or black, And mixed with mortar, short or long, To make it very firm and strong. Her gall is used for washing clean, Cloth that is blue, or black, or green ; Her fat they wash, and scrape and boil, From which they skim off neats-foot oil. Her hoofs, with care, make glue so good, For carpenters to join their wood ; Her fat, with cotton used aright, Makes candles, which we burn at night. And last of all, when cut with care, Her horns make combs to comb oar hair And so we learn, thanks to our teachers, That cows are very useful creatures. 142 THE CHILD'S TREASURY, THE CHILD WHO STRUCK HER BROTHER, COME here, my child, and tell me why Sorrow should shade so fair a brow ? Why stands the tear-drop in her eye? Confess the truth, and tell me now. "Was it in anger that the blow To innocence was given ? My darling one must surely know Her act was seen in heaven. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 143 And He who made that little hand, And gave it power to move, Hath also given the great command, That we should dwell in love. And did my child despise His law, And thus offend that God, "Who from on high the action saw, And can inflict His rod ? Oh 1 lift thy heart to Him above, His gracious pardon seek ! And then imprint the kiss of love Upon thy brother's cheek. LOVE ONE ANOTHER. CHILDREN, do you love each other ? Are you always kind and true ? Do you always do to others As you 'd have them do to you ? Are you gentle to each other? Are you careful day by day, Not to give offence by actions, Or by anything you say ? 144 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Little children, love each other, Never give another pain ; If your brother speak in anger, Answer not in wrath again. Be not selfish to each other Never mar another's rest; Strive to make each other happy, And you will yourselves be blest. SPRING. "Just to say the Spring is come, The violet peeps from her woodland home." THOU shalt be mine, thou simplest flower, 'Tenting thyself beneath the bower Thy little leaves have made ; So meekly shrinking from the eye, Yet marked by every passer by, Of thine own sweets betrayed. The rose may boast a brighter hue, May yield as rich a fragrance, too, Yet let her yield to thee ; Not hers thy modesty of dress, Nor hers thy witching artlessness, And these are more to me. (145) THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 147 * THE CHRISTIAN'S FRIEND. ONE there is above all others Well deserves the name of Friend ; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end : They who once his kindness prove, Find it everlasting love. Which of all our friends to save us Could or would have shed their blood ? But our Saviour died to have us Reconciled in Him to God ; This was boundless love indeed ; Jesus is a Friend in need. When He lived on earth abased, Friend of sinners was His name ; Now, above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same ; Still He calls them brethren, friends, And to all their wants atteuds. for grace our hearts to soften ! Teach us, Lord, at length to love ; We, alas ! forget too often What a Friend we have above : But when home our souls are brought, We will love Thee as we ought. 148 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. THE SHEPHERD. THE Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know, I feed in green pasture, safe folded I rest ; . He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wandering, redeems when op- prest. Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since Thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear ; Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay, No harm can befall with my Comforter near. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 149 THE SPARROW'S NEST. LOOK, what a medley thing it is ! I never saw a nest like this ; . Not neatly wove with decent care, Of silver moss and shining hair, But put together, odds and ends, Picked up from enemies and friends ; See, bits of thread and bits of rag, Just like a little rubbish bag. Here is a scrap of red and brown, Like an old washer-woman's gown ; 13* 150 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. And here is muslin, pink and green, And bits of calico between. See, hair of dog and fur of cat, And rav 'lings of a worsted mat; And shreds of silk, and many a feather, Compacted cunningly together. Well, here has hoarding been and hiding, And not a little good contriving, Before a home of peace and ease "Was fashioned out of things like these. Think ! had these odds and ends been brought To some wise man renowned for thought, Some man, of men a very gem, Pray what could he have done with them ? If we had said, "Here, look, we bring Thee many a worthless little thing ; Some bits and scraps so very small, That they have scarcely size at all And out of these thou must contrive A dwelling large enough for five Neat, warm, and snug, with comfort stored, Where five small things may lodge and board. How would the man of learning vast, Have been astonished and aghast; And say that such a thing had been Ne'er thought of, heard of, much less seen. Ah ! man of learning, thou art wrong, Instinct is e'en as reason strong; (152) CHILD'S TREASURY. 153 And He who made the sparrow taught This skill beyond thy reach of thought. And here, in this uncostly nest, These little creatures have been blest. THE WALL OF FIRE. To drive Napoleon from the throne, Were battles lost and won, Alas ! how many lives were lost, And how much evil done ! Troops from Russia marched to France, And their wild Cossack band, Dealing destruction far and wide, Spread terror o'er the land. Beside a gently flowing stream A German village lay, Where men and women were at work, And little ones at play. 'T was said the Cossack band was near, As numerous as bees ; Then all the men their weapons sought, To kill their enemies. 154 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. The precepts of the Prince of Peace, They did not read aright ; For "Love your enemies," he said, "My servants do not fight." A cottage near the village stood, Not than a haystack higher, Where "Wilheim and his grandmamma Were sitting by the fire. "0, if the Cossacks come this way, Grandmother," said the boy, " I am afraid they '11 kill and burn, And everything destroy ! " If my dear father were alive, It would not then be thus ; He would not let the Cossacks come, For he would fight for us. " I only am a little boy, And you are old and weak ; They '11 burn our cottage to the ground, Where can we shelter seek ? " "My child," his aged grandma said, ' ' Think not of sword or gun ; Thy father's heart was full of peace And love to every one. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 155 "And he would never raise his hand To shorten human life ; He knew his Saviour, when on earth, Forbad all war and strife. "In God we must put confidence, Be not discouraged yet; For any one that trusts in Him, He never will forget. "But now, my son, a chapter read, Then seek to pray aright, That God will our protector be, And care for us to-night. He took the Bible, and he read In second Zechariah, "I, saith the Lord, around about Will be a wall of fire." "Grandmother," cried the little boy, "What is this all about? Will God a wall of fire become, To keep the Cossacks out?" "Perhaps not so," the dame replied, "But either night or day, He will protect His trusting ones, In his own gracious way. 156 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. "If He be pleased by fire to save, By fire it will be done ; But God may save some other way Unharmed by any one." The good old woman and her son Slept calmly all the night ; At length she thought it must be day, Although it was not light. She called her Wilheim to arise, And to tine window go ; He opened it, and saw that they Were buried in the snow. A storm had lasted many hours, And fierce the north wind blew, And drifted high the pure white snow, O'er roof and chimney too. Poor Wilheim wept aloud, and cried He could not see the sky ; And feared they never would escape From snow so thick and high. "Be patient, son," his grandma said, "We have a store of wood; And for a day or two, or more, We shall not want for food." THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 157 Now when another night was gone, With shovel and with broom, They pushed the snow, until the sun Came shining in the room. Then to the village near at hand, Quite joyfully they went ; But not a neighbor could they see, And wondered what it meant! At length a wounded man they found, He told this tale of woe : "The Cossacks came we could not hear Them marching on the snow. "We started from our beds to seize Our powder and our guns ; But tried in vain our lives to save, Our wives and little ones. " The Cossacks fell with sword and spear On every one they found, Till all who could not flee away, Were dying on the ground." Thus Wilheim and his grandma heard, (And greatly they deplored,) That all their neighbors had been slain While trusting in the sword. 14 158 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. They felt that God did unto them His gracious care bestow; Atid if He sent not " Wall of Fire," He did a Wall of Snow. THE LITTLE PILGRIM. MAY I a little pilgrim be, Resolved alone to follow Thee, Thou Lamb of God, who now art gone Up to heaven's eternal throne. May I my heart to Thee resign, Thine ever be, and Thou be mine ; The world I leave, to find the way To happiness and endless day. My lips shall be employed to bless The Lord, my strength, my righteousness ; By faith His holy life I '11 view, His precepts and His path pursue. Thus would I learn below to live, Till I my summons hence receive ; Then, when He calls, I shall but die To live with Him eternally. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 159 THE CHILD'S WISH. I WANT to be an angel, And with the angels stand, A crown upon my forehead, A harp within my hand; rThere, right before my Saviour, So glorious and so bright, I 'd wake the sweetest music, And praise Him day and night. 160 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 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. I know I 'ra 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 ! Oh, there I '11 be an angel, And with the angels stand, A crown upon my forehead, A harp within my hand ! And there, before my Saviour, So glorious and so bright, I '11 join the heavenly music, And praise Him day and night. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 161 THINGS TO REMEMBER. THESE are the things I ought to mind ; To come in time, and every day, And never idly wait behind, Having no reason but to play. To brush my clothes and put them on, And see my hands and face are clean ; To know my lessons every one, And to remember what they mean. My books I must not tear nor lose, But always keep them fair and neat ; And wicked words I must not use, Such as I hear about the street. 14* 162 TUB CHILD'S TREASURY. I must remember what I 'm told, And always do as I am bid, And not be obstinate nor bold, Angry and sulky when I 'm chid. And when I am away from school, And think that nobody is near, I must remember every rule, And be as good as when I 'm there. THE LORD'S PRAYER. OUR Father, our Father in heaven, Be hallowed Thy glorious name ; To Thee let the kingdom be given, Thy will we acknowledge supreme. We would by Thy bounty be fed, By infinite mercy forgiven; Nor into temptation be led, Nor into sad evils be driven. For Thine is the Kingdom, Lord, The power and the glory are Thine, Be forever and ever adored, On earth as in heaven divine. THE CHILD'S TREASUKY. 163 THE MEADOW. WE 'LL go to the meadows where cowslips do grow, And buttercups looking as yellow as gold, And daisies and violets beginning to blow ; For it is a most beautiful sight to behold. The little bee humming about them is seen, The butterfly merrily dances along ; The grasshopper chirps in the hedges so green, And the linnet is singing his liveliest song. 164 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. The birds and the insects are happy and gay, The beasts of the field they are glad and rejoice, And we will be thankful to God every day, And praise His great name in a loftier voice. He made the green meadows, He planted the flowers, He sent His bright sun in the heavens to blaze, He created these wonderful bodies of ours, And as long as we live we will sing of His praise. THE DYING CHILD. PUT thy arm around me, mother, Draw thy chair beside my bed ; Let me lean upon thy bosom This poor, weary, aching head. Once I thought I could not leave thee, Once I was afraid to die ; Now, I feel 'tis Jesus calls me To His mansion in the sky. Why shouldst thou be grieving, mother, That thy child is going home To that land where sin and sorrow, Pain and weakness never come ? THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 165 THE CHICKENS. SEE the chickens round the gate For their morning portion wait; Fill the basket from the store ; Let me open wide the door. Thow out crumbs and scatter seed, Let the hungry creatures feed ; Call them ah, how fast they run, Gladly, quickly, every one ! Eager, busy, hen and chick, Every little morsel pick. See the hen with callow brood, To her young how kind and good ! 166 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. With what care their steps she leads ! Them and not herself she feeds ; Picking here and picking there, Where the nicest morsels are. As she calls they flock around, Bustling all along the ground. When their daily labors cease, And at night they rest in peace, All the little tiny things Nestle close beneath her wings ; There she keeps them safe and warm, Free from fear, and free from harm. Now, my little child attend : Thy Almighty Father, Friend, Though unseen by mortal eye, Watches o'er thee from on high I As the hen her chickens leads, Shelters, cherishes, and feeds, So by Him thy feet are led : Over thee His wings are spread. THE EXAMPLE OF CHRIST. (TAYLOR.) JESUS CHRIST, my Lord and Saviour, Once became a child like me ; Oh ! that in my whole behaviour, He my pattern still might be. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 167 All my nature is unholy, Pride and passion dwell within ; But the Lord was meek and lowly, And was never known to sin. While I 'm often vainly trying, Some new pleasure to possess, He was always self-denying, Patient in his worst distress. Lord assist a feeble creature ; Guide me by Thy word of truth ; > Condescend to be my teacher, Through my childhood and my youth. Often I shall be forgetful Of the lessons thou hast taught,- Idle, passionate and fretful, Or indulging foolish thought. Then permit me not to harden In my sin, and be content; But bestow a gracious pardon, And assist me to repent. 168 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. THE DOVES. Coo, coo, says the gentle dove : Coo, coo, says its gentle mate ; They play with each other in love, And never show anger or hate. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 160 Just so little children should be ; As gentle and kind as the dove ; And never get angry and fret, But play with each other in love. TEACH US TO PRAY. LORD, teach us how to pray, And give us hearts to ask ; Or all we seek, or think, or say, Will prove a tiresome task. Teach us for what to pray, For Thou alone art wise ; And often what we blindly urge, Thy mercy, Lord, denies. Lord, teach us so to pray, That murmuring be unknown ; That whatso'er Thy grace denies, Thy will may be our own. Tliy Holy Spirit send, Our bosoms to inspire ; Then shall our praise to Thee ascend, With pure and warm desire. 15 170 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. THE CHILD'S GARDEN. BENEATH the budding lilacs, A little maiden sighed The first flower in her garden That very morn had died. A primrose tuft, transplanted, And watered every day, One yellow bud had opened, And then it pined away. I thought, as that child's sorrow Rose wailing on the air, My heart gave forth an echo, Long in the silence there. THE CHILD'S TREASURY, 171 For though time brings us roses, And golden fruits beside, "We 've all some desert garden * Where life's first primrose died. THE CHILD COMING TO JESUS. SIFFER me to come to Jesus; Mother, dear, forbid me not ; By II\s blood from hell He frees us, Makes us fair, without a spot. 172 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Suffer me, my earthly father, At His pierced feet to fall : Why forbid me ? help me, rather ; Jesus is my all in all. Suffer me to run unto Him, Gentle sisters come with me ; Oh ! that all I love but knew Him, Then my home a heaven would be I Loving playmates, gay and smiling, Bid me not forsake the cross ; Hard to bear is your reviling, Yet for Jesus all is dross. / Yet though all the world has chid me, Father, mother, sister, friend, Jesus never will forbid me, Jesus loves me to the end. Gentle Shepherd, on Thy shoulder Carry me, a sinful lamb ; Give me faith and make me bolder, Till with Thee in heaven I am. THE GUILD'S TREASURY. 173 THE WANDERINGS OF THE BIRDS. AUTUMN has come, so bare and gray, The woods are brown and red ; The flowers all have passed away, The forest leaves are dead. 15* 174 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. The little birds at morning dawn, Clothed in warm coats of feather, Conclude that they away will roam, To seek for milder weather. The robin gives his last sweet strain, His mate responding follows ; And then away they lead the train Of blue-birds, wrens, and swallows. The cuckoo, thrush, and yellow-bird, The wild goose, teal, and sparrow, Martin and chippee, all are heard To sing their parting carol. The oriole hastens in his flight, The swallow skims the water; The whip-poor-will and bobby-white Join in the black-bird's clatter. Tribe after tribe, with leaders fair, All spread their wings for flight, Away, away, high in the air, Nor care for day nor night. The fig tree and the orange bowers They soon will find so sweet ; The sunny clime of fruits and flowers They with warm hearts will greet THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 175 But when the voice of spring they hear, They'll sing their " chick-a-dee, " And back they '11 come, our hearts to cheer, "Tu-whit, tu-whit, tu-whee. " WANDERING ALBATROSS 176 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. THE ADVANTAGES OF EARLY RELIGION. HAPPY the child whose tender years Receive instructions well : Who hates the sinner's path, and fears The road that leads to hell. When we devote our youth to God, 'T is pleasing in his eyes ; A flower, when offered in the bud, Is no vain sacrifice. 'T is easier work if we begin To fear the Lord betimes ; While sinners that grow old in sin Are hardened in their crimes. 'T will save us from a thousand snares, To inind religion young : Grace will preserve our following years, And make our virtue strong. To Thee, Almighty God, to Thee Our childhood we resign ; 'Twill please us to look back and see That our whole lives were Thine. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 177 Let the sweet work of prayer and praise Employ my youngest breath : Thus I 'm prepared for longer days, Or fit for early death THE CRUST. Waste not, want not. I MUST not throw upon the floor, The crust I cannot eat; There 's many a hungry little one Would think it quite a treat. My parents take the kindest care To get me wholesome food ; And so I must not waste a bit, That may do others good. The corn from which my bread is made, God causes it to grow ; How sad to waste what he has given He would both see and know. 'Tis wilful waste brings woful want; And I may live to say, " Oh ! how I wish I had the bread Which once I threw away. 178 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. TRYING TO DO RIGHT. (T A T L E .) THAT it were ray chief delight To do the things I ought ! Then let me try with all my might To inind what I am taught. Wherever I ara bid to go, I '11 cheerfully obey ; Nor will I mind it much, although I leave some pretty play. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 179 When I am bid I '11 freely bring Whatever I have got ; And never touch a pretty thing, If mother tells me not. When she permits me, I may tell About my little toys ; But if she's busy. or unwell, I must not make a noise. And when I learn my hymns to say, And work, and read, and spell, I will not think about my play, But try to do it well. For God looks down from heaven on high, Our actions to behold, And He is pleased when children try To do as they are told. THE DANGER OF DELAY. WHY should I say, " "Tis yet too soon To seek for heaven, or think of death ? " A flower may fade before 'tis noon, And I this day may lose my breath. 180 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. If this rebellious heart of mine Despise the gracious calls of heaven, I may be harden'd in my sin, And never have repentance given. What if the Lord grow wroth and swear While I refuse to read and pray, That He '11 refuse to lend an ear To all my groans another day ! What if His dreadful anger burn, While I refuse His offered grace, And all his love to fury turn, And strike me dead upon the place ! 'T is dangerous to provoke a God ! His power and vengeance none can tell f One stroke of His Almighty rod Shall send young sinners quick to hell. Then 'twill forever be in vain To cry for pardon and for grace ; To wish I had my time again, Or hope to see my Maker's face. (182) THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 183 THE RAINBOW. BEAUTEOUS bow, so broad, so high, An arch of glory in the sky ! Seven bands of colors bright Pace the sun, the source of light ; The first and highest red appears, An orange hue the second wears ; The third like yellow gold is seen, And then the fourth, a vivid green ; But the fifth shines out below, And next the sixth, deep indigo; The seventh and last, and lowest yet, Is the lovely violet. THE MECHANICAL POWERS. OF different powers Mechanics have six, Heavy weights to lift up, and great timbers to fix ; So listen awhile to my short explanation : Of mechanical powers, exact and so true, There's the Lever, the Pulley, the Wheel on its axle, The Inclined Plane, the Wedge, and the Screw. 184 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. R, THE LIE. AND has my darling told a lie? Did she forget that God was by That God who saw the thing she did, From whom no action can be hid ? Did she forget that God could see, And hear, wherever she might be ? He made our eyes, and can discern Whichever way we think to turn ; He made our ears, and he can hear Whene'er we think no one is near : THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 185 In every place, by night or day, He watches all we do or say. She thought because she was alone, Her falsehood never could be known ; But liars always are found out, Whatever way they wind about. Then always be afraid, my dear, To tell a lie, for God can hear. THE TEN COMMANDMENTS. Out of the Old Testament, put into short rhyme for children. EXODUS, Chapter xx. 1 THOU shalt have no more gods bat me. 2 Before no idol bow thy knee. 3 Take not the name of God in vain. 4 Nor dare the Sabbath day profane. 5 Give both thy parents honor due. 6 Take heed that thou no murder do. 7 Abstain from words and deeds unclean. 8 Nor steal, though thou art poor and mean. 9 Nor make a wilful lie, nor love it. 10 What is thy neighbor's dare not covet. 16* 186 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. THE WORKS OF GOD. (TAYLOR.) GOD made the sky that looks so blue; He made the grass so green ; He made the flowers that smell so sweet, In pretty colors seen. God made the sun that shines so bright, And gladdens all I see ; It comes to give us heat and light, How thankful should we be ! God made the pretty bird to fly ; How sweetly has she sung ; And, though she flies so very high, She won't forget her young. God made the cow to give nice milk, The horse for me to use ; I '11 treat them kindly for His sake, Nor dare His gifts abuse. God made the water for my drink, He made the fish to swim ; He made the tree to bear nice fruit O, how should I love Him ! THE WORKS Or GOD. (187) THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 189 THE SPARROW. WHO formed the little sparrow, And gave him wings to fly? Who shields him from the arrow, When flying in the sky ? Our Father, God, who reigns in heaven, By whom are all our blessings given. And who so gently leads him Far from the fowler's snare ? And who so kindly feeds him, And shows such tender care? Our Father, God, who stoops to show His grace to creatures here below. 190 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. And who a dress provides him, So beautiful and warm ? Who in the shelter hides him, Amid the raging storm ? Our Father, God, extends his care Through heaven, and earth, and sea, and air. Does God full many a favor To little sparrows give ? And shall we not endeavor By faith on Him to live ? Our Father, God, who reigns above, Is worthy of our highest love. THE HEAVENLY CANAAN. "And there shall be no night there, and they need no candle, neither light of the sun ; for the Lord God giveth them light, and they shall reign forever and ever." RKV. xxii. 5. THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Eternal day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 191 There everlasting spring abides, And never-fading flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green ; So to the Jews fair Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between. Bat timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea ; And linger, trembling, on the brink, And fear to launch away. Oh ! could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes : Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. 192 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. THE FLY. r TwA8 God who made the little fly; But if thou pinch it, it may die : My teacher tells us God has said, We must not hurt what he has made. For God is very kind and good, And gives to little flies their food ; And He loves every little child Who is kind-hearted, good, and mild. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. VERSES. GOD lives on high, Beyond the sky; And angels bright, All clothed in white, The praises sing Of heaven's King. 'Tis He bestows My food and clothes, And ray soft bed To rest my head, And cottage neat, And mother sweet. And should not I Forever try To do what He Has ordered me, And dearly love This Friend above ? I always should Be very good : At home should mind My parents kind ; At school obey What teachers say. 17 194 THE CHILD'S TREASURY, Now, if I fight, And scratch and bite, In passions fall, And bad names call, Full well I know Where I shall go. Satan is glad When I am bad; And hopes that I With him shall lie In fire and chains, And dreadful pains. All liars dwell With him in hell ; And many more, Who cursed and swore ; And drunkards, too, A dreadful crew. And I have not Done what I ought : I am not fit With God to sit, And angels bright, All clothed in white. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 195 This God can see Both you and me ; Can see at night, As in the light: And all we do Remember, too. I will confess My naughtiness ; And will entreat For mercy sweet. Lord, forgive, And let me live. My body must Be turned to dust; Then let me fly Beyond the sky, And see Thy face la that sweet place. 196 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. THE DARLING LITTLE GIRL. WHO *s the darling little girl Everybody loves to see? She it is whose sunny face Is as sweet as sweet can be. Who 's the darling little girl Everybody loves to hear ? She ** is whose pleasant voice Falls like music on the ear. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 197 Who's the darling little girl Everybody loves to know ? She it is whose acts and thoughts All are pure as whitest snow. Who 's the darling little girl Even Jesus Christ can love ? She it is who, meek and good, Daily grows like Him above. Happy, darling little girl I Is it I ? oh I is it I ? Blessed Jesus make ine such, While I live and when I diet THY WILL BE DONE. IT is a short and simple prayer, But 'tis the Christian's stay, Through every varied scene of care, On to His dying day. As through the wilderness of life, He calmly wanders on, His prayer in sorrow, joy, or strife, Is still "Thy will be done." 17* 198 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. WHO MADE THE STARS? "MOTHER, who made the stars which light The beautiful blue sky ? Who made the moon, so clear and bright, That rises np on high ? " "'Twas God, my child, the glorious One He formed them by His power; He made alike the brilliant sun, And every leaf and flower. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 199 "He made thy little feet to walk, Thy sparkling eyes to see ; Thy busy, prattling tongue to talk, Thy limbs so lithe and free. "He paints each fragrant flower that glows With loveliness and bloom ; He gives the violet and the rose Their beauty and perfume. " Our various wants His hands supply, And guard us every hour; We 're kept beneath His watchful eye, And guided by His power. "Then let thy little heart, my love, Its grateful homage pay To this kind Friend, who from above, So gently guides thy way." THE ALL-SEEING EYE. ALMIGHTY GOD, Thy piercing eye Strikes through the shades of night, And our most secret actions lie All open to Thy sight. 800 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. There 's not a sin that we commit, Nor wicked word we say, But in Thy dreadful book 'tis writ, Against the judgment day. And must the crimes that I have done Be read and published there ? Be all exposed before the sun, While men and angels hear? Lord, at Thy foot ashamed I lie; Upwards I dare not look ; Pardon ray sins before I die, And blot them from Thy book. Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer felt, And let his blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt. O may I now forever fear To indulge a sinful thought, Since the great God can see and hear, And writes down every fault I THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 201 YOUTH INVITED TO CHRIST. " Hearken unto me, now, therefore, ye children, and attend to the words of my mouth." PROV. yii. 24. CHILDREN ! listen to the Lord, And obey His gracious word; Seek His face with heart aud mind Early seek, and you shall find. Let His love your heart inflame ; Be His praise your highest aim ; Keep His fear before your sight ; Be His smile your chief delight. 202 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Serve the Lord with perfect heart ; Never from His ways depart ; Glorify the King of kings, Take the peace the gospel brings. Turn to Christ your longing eyes, View this bleeding sacrifice ; See in Him your sins forgiven, Pardon, holiness, and heaven. USE OF THE BIBLE. HOLY Bible ! book divine ! Precious treasure ! thou art mine ! Mine, to tell me whence I came ; Mine, to teach me what I am : Mine, to chide me when I rove ; Mine, to show a Saviour's love ; Mine art thou to guide my feet; Mine, to judge, condemn, acquit; Mine, to comfort in distress, If the Holy Spirit bless : Mine, to show by living faith, Man can triumph over death ! Mine, to tell of joys to come, And the rebel sinner's doom ; O thou precious book divine ! Precious treasure ! thou art mine ! THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 203 WHEN MY LITTLE DAUGHTER COMES. WHEN my little daughter comes To the board with plenty spread, She should try to think of Him, By whose bounty she is fed. From our heavenly Father's hand, Come our blessings, health and food, Parents, homes, and all we have, All we know and think of good. 204 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Then, my darling, try to say To thyself a little prayer ; Ask God for a grateful heart, At thy meals and everywhere. WILL YOU GO? WE 'RE travelling home to heaven above ; Will you go ? To sing the Saviour's dying love; Will you go ? Millions have reached that blessed shore, Their trials and labors all are o'er, But still there 's room for millions more : Will you go ? We 're going to walk the plains of light ; Will you go ? Far, far from death, and sin, and night ; Will you go ? The crown of life we then shall wear, The conqueror's palm we then shall bear, And all the joys of heaven share : Will you go ? THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 205 We 're going to see the bleeding Lamb ; Will you go ? With joyful songs to praise His name ; Will you go ? Our sun will then no more go down, Our moon no more will be withdrawn, Our days of mourning past and gone ; Will you go? The way to heaven is straight and plain; Will you go ? Repent, believe, be born again ; Will you go ? The Saviour cries aloud to thee, ' ' Take up thy cross and follow me, And thou shalt my salvation see ; " Will you go? O 1 could I hear some sinner say, "I will go." ! could I hear him humbly pray, "Make me go." And all his old companions tell, "I will not go with yon to hell, 1 long with Jesus Christ to dwell : Let me go." 18 206 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE A SUNBEAM? IT were well to be a sunbeam In this fair world of ours, Calling forth the skylark's song, And wakening up the flowers ; Creeping down the mountain-side, And up the wooded hills, Flinging wreaths of diamonds On the little singing rills ; THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 207 Peeping through the cottage doors, And on the white-washed walls, Spreading richer drapery Than festoons palace halls ; Breathing thoughts of gladness Round the aged and the worn, As it bringeth blessed tidings Of the land where it was born ; Joining oh, how merrily! In the play it lovcth well, As it peeps, with laughing children, In the lily's shining bell; Giving life and gladness To a thousand dancing things; Gentle, bright and smiling As the gift an angel brings. Were it well to be a sunbeam In this fair world of ours ? Then, little ones, rejoice that The same sweet work is yours. Go forth into thy quiet home A little beam of light, And with thy loving ministry, Make many memories bright. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Do deeds of winning kindness To the dear ones round thy hearth But think, amidst thy home-love, Of the lonely ones on earth. Waken in some sad heart, By the touch of thy soft hand, The harp-notes of rejoicing For the hopes of a better land. Let thy light tread be heard On bare and cheerless floors; And enter, like a sunbeam, The lonely cottage doors. And in thy loving mission Let none forgotten be ; Let insect, bird, and flower Be cared for tenderly. And so thou shalt be called A little sunbeam bright, One day to gleam and glisten In thy Saviour's crown of light. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 209 \ AT EVENING TIME IT SHALL BE LIGHT. WALK with the Lord at morn, When every scene is fair ; When opening buds the boughs adorn, And fragrance fills the air; Ere yet the rosy dawn awake, And in thy being's pride, In the first blush of beauty make Omnipotence thy guide. Walk with the Lord at noon, When fervid suns are high, And pleasure, with a treacherous boon, Allureth manhood's eye. Then with the diamond shield of prayer, Thy soul's opposers meet ; And crush the thorns of sin and care That bind the pilgrim's feet. Walk with the Lord at eve, When twilight dews descend, And nature seems a shroud to wear, As for some smitten friend. 18* 210 THE CHILD'S TREASURY. As slow the lonely moments glide On mournful wings away, Cling closer, closer to His side, For He shall be thy stay ! And shouldst thou linger still, Till midnight spreads her pall, And age lament, with bosom chill, Thy buried earthly all, Thy withered eye a signal bright, Beyond the tomb shall see, That He who was thy morning light, Thy God, shall walk with thee. ZION. (NEWTON.) GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God ! He, whose word cannot be broken, Framed thee for His own abode. On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose ? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou mayest smile at all thy foes. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. 211 See ! the streams of living waters Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove : Who can faint while such a river Ever flows their thirst t' assuage ? Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver, Never fails from age to age. Round each habitation hovering, See the cloud and fire appear ! For a glory and a covering, Showing that the Lord is near; Thus deriving from their banner Light by night, and shade by day ; Safe they feed upon the manna Which He gives them when they pray Blest inhabitants of Zion, Washed in the Redeemer's blood ! Jesus, whom their souls rely on, Makes them kings and priests to God. "Tis His love His people raises Over self to reign as kings, And, as priests, His solemn praises, Each for a thank-offering brings. THE CHILD'S TREASURY. Saviour, if of Zion's city, I, through grace, a member am, Let the world deride or pity, I will glory in thy name. Fading is the worldling's pleasure, All his boasted pomp and show ; Solid joys and lasting treasure None but Zion's children know. <--C^A** 1 /-t-B-'frlyl REGIONAL LIBRARY FACILITY 000997826 3