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1. I think when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How He
called little children as lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with them then.
1. Our Father in heaven, We hallow Thy name! May Thy kingdom holy On earth be the same! 9: 3
O give to us daily Our portion of bread, It is from Thy bounty That all must be fed.
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And teach us to know
That pardons each foe;
Keep us from temptation,
From weakness and sin,
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\ Jesus Christ my Lord and Saviour, Once became a child like me,
o that in my whole be-ha - vior, D. C. But the Lord was meek and lowly,
He my pat - tern And was never
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,
Of our thoughts and actions, too. 4. Let our sins be all forgiven;
Make us fear whate'er is wrong; Lead us on our way to heaven,
There to sing a nobler song.
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Once became a child like me;
He my pattern still might be. 2. All my nature is unholy,
Pride and passion dwell within;
And was never known to sin. 3. While I 'm often vainly trying
Some new pleasure to possess,
Patient in His worst distress. 4. Let me never be forgetful
Of His precepts any more:
As I've often been before.
Every deed and every thought,
There to learn what Thou hast taught.
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1. What a strange and wondrous story,
From the Book of God is read-
Had not where to lay His head. 2. How He left his throne in heaven,
Here to suffer, bleed, and die,
And ascend to God on high. 3. Father! let Thy Holy Spirit
Still reveal a Saviour's love,
Glory where He reigns above; 4. There, with saints and angels dwelling,
May I that great love proclaim,
All the wonders of His name.
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We are come to sing to Thee; Thou art great, and high, and holy
O how solemn should we be! 2. Fill our hearts with thoughts of Jesus,
And of heaven, where He is gone;
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That on my birth have smiled,
A happy, Christian child.
Where God is never known,
To gods of wood and stone.
In some poor broken shed,
And steal my daily bread. 4. I was not born a little slave,
To labor in the sun,
And all my labor done. 5. My God, I thank Thee, who hast planned
A better lot for me,
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,
Against the judgment-day.
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 answer for my guilt. 6. O may I now for ever fear
To indulge a sinful thought,
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1. Why should I join with those in play,
In whom I've no delight,
Who call ill names and fight. 2. I hate to hear a wanton song,
Their words offend my ears;
With language such as theirs.
Nor with the scoffers go;
That wiser I may grow. 4. From one rude boy that's used to mock,
They learn the wicked jest,
And poisons all the rest.
With sinful children here,
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1. How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
From every opening flower!
How neat she spreads her wax!
With the sweet food she makes. 3. In works of labor or of skill,
I would be busy, too,
For idle hands to do. 4. In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be past,
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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
Fall out, and chide, and fight. 3. Hard names at first, and threatening words,
That are but noisy breath,
To murder and to death.
At least before 't is night;
It burns till morning light.
Our little brawls remove,
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4. While some poor wretches scarce can tell
Where they may lay their head,
And rest upon my bed.
And curse, and lie, and steal,
And do Thy holy will.
To me above the rest,
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Writ in the word of truth,
Religion in their youth.
And keeps the world in awe,
And kept his Father's law. 3. At twelve years old he talked with men
The Jews in wonder stand,
And came at her command.
And blest their Saviour's name;
While scribes and priests blaspheme. 5. Then why should I so long delay
What others learn so soon;
WATTS. 1374. C. M. 1. WE miss thee in thy place at school,
And on thy homeward way,
Peep out so shyly gay.
In silence seeks thee yet,
Thy fireside chair is set.
Are feeling for the note
And wav'ring wildly float-
Of her who led the strain,
But ne'er shall bring again.
Is fraught with whisperings sweet,
1. WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see;
For all his gifts to me?
Yet God hath given me more,
Or beg from door to door.
Half naked I behold,
And covered from the cold.