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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.

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1. Our Father in heaven, We hallow Thy name! May Thy kingdom holy On earth be the same! 9: 3

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O give to us daily Our portion of bread, It is from Thy bounty That all must be fed.

1363. Os & 5s.
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!

VIOLET. 88 & 78.

1st time.

2nd and 3d times.

1.

\ 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

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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.

1364. 88 & 7s.
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 His 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.

1366. 88 & 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.

1365. 88 & 7s. 1. LORD, a little band, and lowly,

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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1367. C. M.
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.

WATTS. 1369. C. M.

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

1370. C. M.

1. How doth the little busy bee

Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day

From every opening flower!
2. How skillfully she builds her cell!

How neat she spreads her wax!
And labors hard to store it weil,

With the sweet food she makes. 3. In works of labor or of skill,

I would be busy, too,
For Satan finds some mischief still

For idle hands to do. 4. In books, or work, or healthful play,

Let my first years be past,
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.

WATTS. 1371. C. M.

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.

WATTS. 1372. C. M.

4. While some poor wretches scarce can tell

Where they may lay their head,
I have a home wherein to dwell,

And rest upon my bed.
5. While others early learn to swear,

And curse, and lie, and steal,
Lord, I am taught Thy name to fear,

And do Thy holy will.
6. Are these Thy favors day by day,

To me above the rest,
Then let me love Thee more than they,
And try to serve Thee best.

WATTS. 1373. C. M. 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.

WATTS. 1374. C. M. 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 sol the spring-tide air

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

LYRA INNOCENTIUM.

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.

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