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2. Forgive our transgressions,

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

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

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He my pattern

And was never

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

2. All my nature is unholy,

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

3. While I'm often vainly trying

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

4. Let me never be forgetful

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

As I've often been before.

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

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1. LORD, a little band, and lowly,

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

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

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

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

4. Let our sins be all forgiven;

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

1366. Ss & 7s.'

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

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

3. Father! let Thy Holy Spirit
Still reveal a Saviour's love,
And prepare me to inherit

Glory where He reigns above;

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

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

2. I was not born as thousands are,

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

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

4. I was not born a little slave,
To labor in the sun,

And wish I were but in my grave,

And all my labor done.

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

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

1368. C. M.

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

2. There's not a sin that we commit,
Nor wicked word we say,
But in Thy dreadful book 'tis writ
Against the judgment-day.

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

Pardon my sins before I die,

And blot them from Thy book.

5. Remember all the dying pains,
Thou, my Redeemer felt,
And let Thy blood wash out my stains,
And answer for my guilt.

6. O may I now for ever fear

To indulge a sinful thought,

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

1369. C. M.

WATTS.

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

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

2. I hate to hear a wanton song,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where none but sinners are.

WATTS

1. WHATEVER brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home, Where sisters dwell, and brothers meet, Quarrels should never come.

2. Birds in their little nests agree, And 't is a shameful sight

When children of one family

Fall out, and chide, and fight.

3. Hard names at first, and threatening words, That are but noisy breath,

May grow to clubs and naked swords,
To murder and to death.

4. The wise will make their anger cool,
At least before 't is night;

But in the bosom of a fool

It burns till morning light.

5. Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage,
Our little brawls remove,
That, as we grow to riper age,
Our hearts may be all love.

1372. C. M.

WATTS.

1. 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?

2. Not more than others I deserve,
Yet God hath given me more,
For I have food while others starve,
Or beg from door to door.

3. How many children in the street
Half naked I behold,

While I am clothed from head to feet,
And covered from the cold.

1. WHAT blessed examples do I find
Writ in the word of truth,
Of children that began to mind
Religion in their youth.

2. Jesus who reigns above the sky,
And keeps the world in awe,
Once was a child as young as I,
And kept his Father's law.

3. At twelve years old he talked with men-
The Jews in wonder stand,
Yet he obeyed his mother then,
And came at her command.

4. Children a sweet hosanna sung,

And blest their Saviour's name;

They gave him honor with their tongue,
While scribes and priests blaspheme.

5. Then why should I so long delay
What others learn so soon;

I would not pass another day,
Without this work begun.

1374. C. M.

WATTS.

1. WE miss thee in thy place at school,
And on thy homeward way,
Where violets by the reedy pool,
Peep out so shyly gay.

2. And many a tearful, longing look
In silence seeks thee yet,
Where, in its own familiar nook,
Thy fireside chair is set.

3. And oft, when little voices dim
Are feeling for the note

In chanted prayer, or psalm, or hymn,
And wav'ring wildly float-

4. Comes gushing o'er a sudden thought
Of her who led the strain,
How oft, such music home she brought,
But ne'er shall bring again.

5. O say not so! the spring-tide air

Is fraught with whisperings sweet, Who knows, but heavenly carols there With ours may duly meet?

LYRA INNOCENTIUM.