THE INFANT'S PLEA FOR PRAYER.

ADDRESSED TO ITS PARENTS.

SAY not, that because my tongue
Can but speak in lisping phrase,

I, thy child, am not among

Those who tell their Saviour's praise.

I can name my mother's name,
And I love its dear sounds well!

I my father's kiss can claim,
And my own fond fancies tell.

Can I not then-mother, say!

Tell His name, to whom I owe Every blessing, day by day,

You and all my friends below?

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THE INFANT'S PLEA FOR PRAYER.

He will not my praise disown,
He who knew an infant's state;
Lead me, father, to his throne,
This Redeemer, good as great.

Fear not thou my falt'ring speech,
Or my thoughts, tho' weak and dim ;
He who gave my mind will teach

How that mind should turn to Him.

MORNING HYMN.

The morning comes all fresh and bright,
After the peacefulness of night;

The new day breaks, so calm and clear-
I kneel, O Lord, to bless Thee here:
Before I dare to use the day
Thou givest me, to Thee I pray.

Keep me this day as Thou hast kept
My childish weakness whilst I slept;
Keep me from every thought of sin,
From harms without and snares within ;
Do Thou bring back my wand'ring mind,
Thou who gav'st sight unto the blind!