Albert R. Mann Libkary Cornell University The gift of Richard Michelsen Ill 3 1 CORNELL UNIVERSITY LIBRARY 4 898 .m -^^ Cornell University Library The original of this book is in the Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924101414898 NAAMAN'S LITTLE MAID FROM A DRAWING BY W. HATHERRL fr, C'T-pyrlght, i9'3, by THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY Inc. A fe EAR B O \' S AND GIRLS: When you read this book, try to think of It as a Friend, — your true Friend, for every thought m it is made phiin in print for you. Every white page bound into its covers is yours. ^ es, this book is made just for you. Take It, keep it, treasure it, for it is a Friend whose heart is full of Love, Good Wishes and Sure Help. In making "\'our Book, we felt certain that you were not the kind of Children that wanted to be amused or entertained all the time. You will be entertained by this Book-Friend, but you will also be helped and guided to higher Manhood and truer Womanhood by Its straight Truths — Godly and Goodly^ Truths. Boys, we want your Boyhood to be a firm founda- tion for noble Manhood. You are "worth-while" Boys and you want to be brave, honest and successful MEN. Girls, you are true-hearted, and you hope some day to be kind, bright, gentle and wise WOMEN. You wish to be full of the sort of beauty that makes you loved and admired, no matter what your place in life may be. Boys and Girls, you wish all this, don't you.'' Well, this Book of vours will show you how to be what you wish to be. We call Your Book " BIBLE STORIES AND CHARACTER-BUILDING." It tells you the very best stories from the very best Book the world knows, the BIBLE. The golden pages of this Good Book have made many a splendid HERO and HERO- INE. The days of True Heroism are not over. You all have the same kind of hearts that God gave to His Boys and Girls in the Olden Days you read of. We be- lieve that, if need be, you may be just as true Heroes and Heroines as any of those of the Bible or of History. As you read these words, you may say, "Why, this is a Religious Book ! " So it is, Children, but it is not a " goody-goody " Book. As I have said, it is just straight TRUTH, which Children like you want to know. It shows you the manliness and nobility of GOODNESS. It points out the real bigness and fineness of Religion. Best of all, it shows you what a true CHRISTIAN is. There is a world of greatness in the word "Christian," and I cannot begin to tell of it all, but I will say two things about a Christian. FIRST. No Boy can be a Christian who is not a fighter, but he must " fight a good fight." He must fight for the right which his conscience shows him. Against all odds he must battle without tiring against his hidden enemy, EVIL, and his brutal enemy, WRONG. Yes, Boys, you knozv this is true bravery, and it takes a fighter to win out with honor. SECOND. A Christian Boy or Girl must know how to PRAY. In all our hearts, no matter if we are old or young, the Voice of God is in us, bidding us to pray. Prayers are only WISHES, after all — just wishes for our own GOOD. Prayers are only longings or de- sires for certain things that make us happier and better. We all WISH, and we all should try to make our wishes into Prayers, and so help them to come true. So, Children, this book of "BIBLE STORIES 1 AND CHARACTER-BUILDING" gives you page atrer page of Wish-prayers. You will turn to them to help you put your Wishes into simple words. You will get great Good from these pages. As tor " amusement," which every Child wants and has a right to, you will find treasure pages full of this. There are Christmas Days ; there is Santa Claus, and all the jov of these good times. There are Many Happy New Years awaiting you, full of promise and the best of Fortune. Yes, you will find " entertainment " in this Book of yours. Finally, Children, I want to say that, in giving this book to r<)//,wegiveo«rj^/'i'Cj the truest kind of happiness. We are reaching out our older and more experienced hands to you like good Comrades. You will grasp our guiding hands and grow stronger and wiser. As for us, we will grow younger and better, too, for your presence. So, Children, God speed your Journey into Good Lite ! Good bye ! Always your true Friend, JOHN MARTIN. Ci-'pyriyht by L'iiderwuud i: L na READING THE BIBLE STORIES. CONTENTS PAGE Prayers that every Child should Learn 5 Prayers in A'erse for Little Children 6 Little Sermons for Little Folk . . ' 8-17 Rcz\ lames M. Farrar. D.D.. and Rcz'. John Talbot Smith. LL.D. The A\\")nderful Ring — Roses of Charity — Playing to Music — The Magic Dipper — The Land of Forget — A Stone in the Road — The Careful Boy — Wrinkles as Wit- nesses — The Little Brown Bed — What is Good Success? Hymns that Every Child should Know 19--? Edited hv Daniel Edwin ll'heelcr Little Children, Come to Jesus — There's a Fold Both Safe and Happy — The Little Lord Jesus — When the Little Children Sleep — Jesus, Holy, Undefiled — Thou that Once on Mother's Knee — One Little Star — There is a Happy Land — I Love to Tell the Story — All Things Beautiful and Fair — I Am God's Little Child — Jesus Loves Me! This I Know — Jesus Bids Us Shine — If You Cannot on the Ocean — Pass it On — Wdiat a Friend ^^'e have in Jesus — Hark, Hark, IMy Soul — Sun of My Soul — I Look to Thee in every Need — Bringing in the Sheaves — How .Sweet the Name of Tesus Sounds — Am I a Soldier of the Cross — Onward, Christian Soldiers — There were Ninety and Nine — What I Li\'e For — Work, for the Night is Coming— Jeru- salem, the Golden — Rock of Ages — Jesus, Lover of My Soul — Softly Now the Light of Day — Abide with Me — Nearer, My God, to Thee Prayers for Boys and Girls -^9-45 JoJin Martin (Morgan Shepard) Animals of the Bible, for Little; Folk 46-53 The Homeland of Jesus 54-63 Life and Scenes in Palestine To-da}- — In a Peasant Home of the Holy Land — The Syrian Shepherd TtiE Yule-tide Lights 65-66 Laura Alton- Payne Christmas in Various Countries 67-80 Beatrix Juncjman. Edith A. Brozvne. L. Edna JJ'alter. Clifford Howard, and others St. Nicholas in Holland — Christmas in Germany — Christmas Fve in Russia — The Danish Christmas— How Spain Keeps Christmas— How Uncle Sam Observes Christmas CONTENTS Yule-tide Tales for Little Folk A Christmas Fair\'-tale Christmas without the Christmas Tree The Dear Old Tree E';ther's Christmas Christmas Ashes For Christmas Dav The Xew Year's (riift \'ida's Gray J\Iuit The Christmas Goose Santa's Surprise Party What Would You Sav? The Story of Our Bible . Edited h\ Rcz John Talbot Smith 85 PAGE -112 E. A. Watson Hyde May Snyder Luella Wilson Smith Gwendolen Overton Edith jl/. Thomas Nancy Byrd Turner Jessie Wright Whitcomb Kendrick Ferris Jessie JVright Whitcomb Gladys Hyatt Sinclair Edith Sanford Tillotson II3-II6 LL.D. Old TestaxMent Stories FOR Children - Ii7~i50 Edited by Rev. George Edward R-eed. D.D. The Creation — Adam and Eve in Eden — Punishment of the First Sin — The Crime of Cain — The Great Flood — The Ark and its Voyage — What the Dove Found — The Meaning of the Rainbow — The CTnfinished Tower — Abraham and Lot — The Wicked Cities — The Sons of Abraham — Hagar and Lhmael — The Trial of Abra- ham's Faith — The Choosing of Rebekah — Esau and Jacob— Jacob's Tricky Deceit- Jacob's Ladder — Jacob's Twice-earned ^^'ife — "Israel, a Prince of God" — Joseph and his Brothers — Joseph in Egypt — What Joseph Did for his Father and Brothers — The Children of Israel in Bondage — ]\Ioses and Pharaoh — The Plagues of Egypt — The Children of Israel Set Free — In the Wilderness — The Ten Commandments — The Golden Calf — The Promised Land — The Plague of Serpents — How Balaam was Rebuked — The Death of Moses — Triumph of the Israelites — Gideon's Victory — The Strange Story of Samson — Ruth and Naomi — The Call of Samuel — How the Cows Drew the Ark of the Covenant — Samuel as Judge — How Saul became King — David, the Shepherd King — Saul and David — How David Fought the Giant — The Friendship of David and Jonathan — Saul's Cruelty to David — David's Generosity — David's Sin and Nathan's Reproof — The Sorrowful Story of David and Absalom — Solomon, the Wise l\Ian — The Queen of Sheba's Visit to Solomon — The Wonderful Things that Elijah Did — How Ahab Took Naboth's \'ineyard — Elisha, the Man of God — How Elisha Helped and Healed People — The Story of Queen Esther — Haman and Mordecai — Daniel Interprets the King's Dream — Daniel's Friends Cast into the Fiery Furnace — Belshazzar's Feast — Daniel in the Lions' Den — The Adventures of Jonah Bible Curiosities AXD ?ilEMORY-TESTS .... 151-157 Baby's Bible Pictures — Scripture Alphabet Game — Bible Characters — Capping Quo- tations—The "First Things" of the Bible — Old Testament Queries — New Testa- ment Queries — Curious Facts about the Bible A Child's Calendar OF Golden Thoughts ... 158-164 A Golden Week Henry Drnmmond and J. R. Miller A Golden Month Henry Dritmmond A Thought for Every Day in the Month Legends OF Jesus 165-170 Sehna Lagerlof and others The Wise Men from the East— The Robbers AVho Fled— The Thieves in the Desert — The Boy Judas Iscariot— The Wonderful Boy— In Nazareth— Robin Redbreast CONTENTS Stories from the Life of Jesus for Littlic Children Amy Slccdiiuni 172-203 The Message that Came to Mary — How the Angel Brought Good News — The Wise Men and the Star — The Bahy's Name — King Herod's Wicked Plan — The Home at Nazareth — Jesus in the Temple — The Baptism of Jesus — How Jesus was Tempted — The Water Turned into \\'inc — The Clioosing of the Twelve Friends — The Proud Rich Man and the Poor Sorrowful Woman — The Storm on the Lake — The Ruler's Little Daughter — How Jesus Fed the Hungry People — The Healing of the Fen Lepers — The Kind Stranger — The Unmerciful Servant — The Good Shepherd — The Wasteful Son — The Pharisee and the Puhlican — How Jesus I^oved Little Children — The Little Home at Bethany — The Blind Man Who" Cried to Jesus — The Little Man \Mio Tried to See Jesus — How Jesus Rode into Jerusalem — The Enemies of Jesus — The \\'ise and the Foolish Virgins — The Story of the Talents — The Last Supper — Jesus in the Garden — How Peter Pretended that he did not Know his Master — The Cross of Jesus — How Jesus Rose Again — How Jesus Showed Himself to his Friends — How the King Went back to Heaven Prayers for Children 204-211 Mother's Good-Xigiit Talks (a brief bedtime talk for each day of the month) Elizabeth Liiscombc Christmas Stories for Older Children A Stop-over Christmas . Travelers from the East The Story of the Holly Sprig Judy's Idea .... December The Bald Brow Christmas Trc The Lesson Learned The Skipper's Lad . Holly, Ivy, Bay Kitty's Christmas Stocking . The Doll that Santa Claus Brought The Snow-bound Santa Claus A Christmas Cure .... Sir Cleges and his Gift . 228-277 Claire H. Gitnicy Etiima A. Lcntc Artlnir Upson Chaiiottc Sedgwick Han-id F. Blodgctt Cliarlcs Poole Cleaves . Kathryn Jarboc Arthur Upson Edith M . Thomas Kate l'. Thompson Katharine Carrington I::ola L. Forrester Einilie Foidsson Arthur Guitcrman Christian Heroes and Teachers 278-312 Edited by Mrs. B. Ellen Burke and John H. Clifford Stories of the Saints — Some Famous Monks — Great Christian Missionaries — Great Hymn-writers — John Wesley, an Evangelist in Two Worlds Sermons and Seed-thoughts for Boys and Girls 313-337 Rev. Washington Gladden. D.D., JVilliam Jennings Bryan. James L. McCreery, Frances L. Mace, and others for Girls — The Daughter of Tairus — Faithfulness in Little Things — \\'ords of Help Christmas Bells — A Sermon for Hallowe'en — Lincoln's Birthday — The Fine -A.rt of Kindness^The Nobility of Work — If I were a Boy — If I were a Girl — The Life Beyond CONTENTS PAGB Bible Stories for Older Children 338-37^ The late Dean Stanley, Harold Begbie, and others of Stephen — The Sayings of Jesus — Stories from the Gospels — The Twelve Apos- tles — John, the Beloved Disciple — Paul, the Apostle of Christ The Birth of Christianity — Peter and John at the Gate Beautiful — The Martyrdom Little Talks ON Manners AND MoR^vLs 377-416 Washington's "Rules of Behavior" Who Was the Gentleman ? What is a Gentleman? Sensibility Hannah More Don't You See? Is It You? Love of Country and of Home Ja)ncs Montgomery Lad and his Neighbor Forgive and Forget Martin Farquhar Tuppcr Supposing Where is God? . Honor The Truant S. A. Hudson Mother's Children Whole Duty of Children Robert Louis Stevenson Lokman The Lark's Song Look Aloft Jonatlian. Lazvrenee I'll Try Kindness A Good Thanksgiving Marian Douglas Prayer and Potatoes The Cruel Boy Kindness to Animals Good Company The World's Music Gabriel Setoun A Child's Prayer Matilda B. Edwards Rules for Conversation Sir Matthew Hale Be Pure in Speech My Mother's Bible George P. Morris The Boy the World Wants The Boys that are Wanted The Girl the World is Waiting for We Were Boys Together George P. Morris Honestv Truth J.M. Morse Rebecca's Afterthought The Two Battle-Cries Dean Stanley's Advice to Boys and Girls . Talks on Courtesy The Value of Courtesy William J . Shearer Fun C. C. Everett How Alcohol Injures Life How We may Hurt Ourselves with Tobacco From the painting by Bi 'SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME UNTO ME.' " I rhink when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men. How he called little children as lambs to his fold, 1 should like to have been with him then." THE CHILIJ S FlillCND. THE TRIBUTE -MONEY (TITIAN). THE GREAT PHYSICIAN (GABRIEL MAX). THESE PICTURES SHOW HOW THREE DIFFERENT PAINTERS THOUGHT CHRIST LOOKED. TWO OF THEM ARE OF FAMILIAR SCENES IN HIS LIFE — HIS REPLY TO THE PEOPLE WHO ASKED HIM ABOUT THE RO.MAN PENNY (Luke XX. 22-25); AND THE RAISING OF THE RULER'S LITTLE DAUGHTER. Painted by Guido Reni, Faiiitud Uy 1-. Goud.i. MARY. THE MOTHER OF CHRIST. 3 THE HCILY FAMILY (MURIl.LO). THI': M.STINE MADONNA (RAPHAEL). MARY. THE MOTHER OF CHRIST. VERY MANY GREAT PAINTERS. BOTH IN THE MIDDLE AGE.S AND TO-DAY, HAVE TRIED TO MAKE FOR US BEAUTIFUL PICTURES OF THE MOTHER OF OUK LORD. PRAYERS THAT EVERY CHILD SHOULD LEARN FOR A PURE HEART Jesus, take this heart of mine, Make it pure, and only thine. I thy httle child would be. Help me. Lord, to live for thee. FOR THREE THINGS Dear Lord, for these three things I pray: To know thee more clearly, To lo-\'e thee more dearly, To follow thee more nearly, Every day. FOR EVERY DAY Father, we thank thee for the night, And for the pleasant morning light; For rest and food and loving care. And all that makes the day so fair. Help us to do the things we should, To be to others kind and good ; In all we do in work or play. To grow more loving every day. GIVIXG THANKS FOR THE SAVIOUR For Jesus Christ, the children's friend. We thank thee, heavenly Father : For Jesus Christ, who keeps us to the end We thank thee, heavenly Father. THANKS FOR GOD'S GOODNESS Dear Lord, we thank thee for thy care. And all thy mercy sends ; For food we eat, the clothes we wear, Our health and home and friends. JESUS, SAVIOUR, PILOT ME Jesus, Saviour, pilot me, Over life's tempestuous sea; Unknown waves before me roll, Fliding rock and treacherous shoal ; Chart and compass come from thee : Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. As a mother stills her child. Thou canst hu.sh the ocean wild ; Boisterous wa\'es obey th)- will When thou say'st to them "Be still Wondrous Sovereign of the sea, Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. When at last I near the shore, And the fearful breakers roar 'Twixt me and the peaceful rest. Then, while leaning on thy breast, May I hear thee say to me, "Fear not, I will pilot thee !" LEAD ME ON Traveling to the better land. O'er the desert's scorching sand. Father ! let me grasp thy hand ; Lead me on, lead me on ! When at Marah, parched with heat, I the sparkling fountain greet. Make the bitter water sweet ; Lead me on ! When the wilderness is drear. Show me Elim's palm-grove near. And her wells, as crystal clear; Lead me on ! Through the water, through the fire, Never let me fall or tire. Every step brings Canaan nigher : Lead me on ! Bid me stand on Nebo's height, Gaze upon the land of light. Then, transported with the sight. Lead me on ! When I stand on Jordan's brink, Never let me fear or shrink ; Hold me, Father, lest I sink : Lead me on ! When the victory is won, And eternal life begun. Up to glory lead me on ! Lead me on. lead me on ! PRAYERS IN VERSE FOR LITTLE CHILDREN THE LORD'S PRAYER Our Father in heaven, We hallow thy name ! May thy kingdom holy On earth be the same. O, give to us daily Our portion of bread; It is from thv bounty That all must be fed. 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 Forever — Amen. MORNING PRAYER Now the shades of night are gone; Now the morning light is come : Lord, may I be thine to-day ; Drive the shades of sin awav. Dear Lord, we pray thee, keep thy little children From doing wrong throughout this happy day. Hear our morning promises. Father, help us keep them, That we may please thee in all we do or say. EVENING PRAYER " Glory to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, O keep me. King of kings, Under thine own almighty wings. Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ills that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. ANOTHER Lord, teach a little child to pray. And fill my heart with love, And make me fitter, every day, _ To go to heaven above. O, hear my little simple prayer, My faults and sins forgive. That I may join the angels there, And with my Saviour live. Fill my soul with heavenly light. Banish doubt, and clear my sight; In thy service. Lord, to-day, May I labor, watch, and pray. ANOTHER I THANK thee, Lord, for quiet rest. And for thy care of me ; Oh, let me through this day be blest. And kept from harm by thee. Oh, let me thank thee, kind thou art To children such as I, Give me a gentle, loving heart ; Be thou my friend on high. ANOTHER Father in heaven, help thy little children To love and serve thee throughout this day. Help us to be truthful, help us to be kindly. That we may please thee in all we do or say. AT BEDTIME Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. THE CHILD'S PRAYER Lord, teach a little child to pray. And then accept my prayer ; For thou canst hear the words I say,' For thou art everywhere. A little sparrow cannot fall Unnoticed, Lord, by thee ; And though I am so yoimg and small. Thou dost take care of me. Teach me to do the thing that 's right. And when I sin, forgive ; And make it still my chief delight To serve thee while I live. A SUMMER SUNDAY HOUR OI" LONG AOO. \^^^' ft] Q-S^?^3^S^3^2^ vi LITTLE SERMONS FOR LITTLE FOLK 3^3^2:5^ ^ THE WONDERFUL RING •Tic comicterl h\- coiiscicncc." — John \iii. A SILVER egg was once, as the story goes, pre- sented to a prince. On opening the shell by a spring, he found within a yolk of gold. Another spring caused the yolk to open and disclose a beautiful bird. R)- pressing the wings of the bird, the breast opened and displayed a wonderful ring. The ring fitted the prince's finger excel- lentlv while he walked in the right path, but pinched his flesh sharply whenever he was in danger of doing wrong. This wonderful ring illustrates what your conscience, does for you. The storv of the ring tells vou, however, a part only of the meaning of conscience. Conscience tells you to do what "\'ou know to be right and not to do what vou know to be wrong. It does not and can not tell vou what is right and what is wrong. The Bible tells us about right and wrong. You must read vour Bible, learn what it says is right and what it says is wrong. When you have the knowledge in 3'our heart then conscience will whisper: "Do what vou belie\'e is right, do not do what you believe is wrong." If you obey con- science you are happy, but if you disobey con- science you are unhappv. Two facts I want you boys and girls to clearly fix in vour minds, are these: First — learn from the Bible what God says is right and what he sa\'S is wrong. .Second — listen to the still small voice of conscience telling you to obey God. An incident in the childhood of Theodore Parker will help }'ou to understand what I am so anxious for you to remember. Here is the story : One fine day in the spring, when Theodore was •a little boy, his father took him to a field, where he was working, and later sent him home again. 'On the way back the bo)' had to pass a "pond- Iiole," wdierein he saw, in full bloom, a beautiful rhodora. In trying to get at the flower he saw a pretty little spotted tortoise, sunning itself in the shallow water. He lifted the stick he held in his hand and was about to strike the harmless creature, but all at once something checked the uplifted arm, and a voice within said, clear and strong, "It is wrong.'' He held the uplifted stick in wonder at the new emotion, and the tortoise vanished from his sight. Hastening home, he related the case to his mother, and asked her what it was that told him it was wrong to strike the tortoise. Wiping the tear from her eye with her apron, and taking the boy in her arms, the mother said to him : "Some men call it conscience, but I prefer to call it the voice of God in the soul of man. If you will listen and obey it, then it will speak clearer and clearer, and always guide you right: but if you turn a deaf ear or disobey, then it will fade away little by little and leave you all in the, dark without a guide. Your life, niy son, depends on heeding this little voice." From "Harper's Magazine" I take a story that «ill show you the power and blessing of a good conscience : "The widow of an English army officer was visiting me with her son, a charming little fellow about five years old. The mother told me with pride how honorable he was, how high-minded, and that she had never for an instant seen in hiin indications of any traits that were low or base. "The child was put to bed at six. We dined at seven. I was sitting in the drawing-room one evening before dinner. The room was dark, the doors open, and my seat conmianded a view of both the s-tairway and the dining-room. The table was set, and in the center was a dish of tempting peaches. "Presently there came to my ears the patter of little bare feet, and a childish figure, clad in a nightgown, stole down the stairs, through the hall, into the dining-room, up to the table. Smal' LITTLE SKRMONS FOR iJTTLK FOLK 9 fingers seized the topmost peach from the dish. (liroiit;ii the liali, into tlic dininf;--rooni, np lo the and the little fellow turned and trotted a\\M\' up- lahle. Small lini^ers replaeeil the sdiUn peach stairs aijaiii. just where il had heen, and a sluhlnini liMlc voice "As I sat in the dark, in an a^onv of apprehen- mullered, d )(ine a,L;ain, old Satan!' sion. there eame attain the p.itter, patter of little lie was "coiuicled h\- conscience" and ohcNcd feet, and a white-clad fii^ure stole down the stairs, the voice of Gtid. ROSES OF CHARITY "I am the rose of Sharon.' The rose is a great linguist. It can speak in every language in the world. It makes no differ- ence where the rose is when it speaks — the people understand what it says and love it. How does it speak? It speaks by its beauty and its fragrance. If you should take a bunch of roses and go down to the pier \vhere the immigrants come into the city of New York from Ellis Island, and if yon should give the first little immigrant girl that you met one of your roses, you wanuld see her eyes light up and a smile come to her face. She would know what the rose said, and would realize that its message was one of love and good will from you. Christ like a rose comes wdth a message of love and good wall to all. Solomon represented Christ as saying: "I am the rose of Sharon." When Christ was upon- earth he said : "I am the vine. Ye are the branches." If, then, we are one with Christ as a branch is one with the vine, there will be roses not only on our cheeks, but they will drop from our hands in our every act of love and kindness. Christ is the bread of life, and we often need him as our bread; but there is a hunger for beauty and fra- grance that bread does not satisfy. As the rose of Sharon, he meets this need of your life and mine. Luther Burbank, who lives in California, hunts until he finds a strong vine, upon which he grafts a branch of some favorite rose. It has been said that he has produced a flower that will never fade. He found a hardy annual, upon which he .grafted a branch which bears fragrant blossoms that never lose their color. If you are one wdth Christ, and he is living in you, then vour acts of kindness will be like fadeless roses. ' — Sonil of Soloinim ii. I The rose is a flower that blooms in every part of the world. China has the climliing wdiite rose ; Persia boasts of a hundred-leaved variety. From Egypt's sands the rose grows and blooms, and Iceland produces a vivid crimson rose, which the natives find as they scrape away the snow to gather moss for their reindeer. Christ, the ^■ine, will live in any part of tl;e world, and upon this vine we can graft the rose of China, E.gypt, Ice- land, and of every land, a variety of roses wdtli a unity in the vine — the snow-rose of Iceland and the American Beauty rose, roses of all varieties, but all one in the unity of the vine. A motherless child in a poor home was very sick. All wdnter she lav in the sick-room, and visitors seldom came to see her. The wind made a lonel}' sound in the limbs of the leafless trees. The child lon.gcd for a bird, a:id the first to come was an owl. After a long- wr.it June came anrl opened the window, covered the trees with leaves and brought singing birds. One morning when the child awoke there was a visitor in the room — a green. vine with a red rose. The vine, fastened to the wall, had, from the weight of the dew, fallen through the open window on to the invalid's pillow. The child pressed the cool red rose against her pale hot cheek, and smiled for the first time in weeks. If }-ou are a branch of the Christ vine, yoy. will find the open window, and, as the rose of s\-m- pathy, love and helpfulness, ^ou will shed forth beauty and fragrance wherever they are most needed. The dew of heaven wall fall upon you, and the fragrance and beauty of your life will help to make earth like heaven. PLAYING TO MUSIC ' W'c ha\e piped unto >'0U, and ye ha\e not danced." — Matt. xi. i; The boy or girl who wdll not dance is a dunce. I mean the kind of dance that Christ watched and enjoyed, when the children were playing on the Streets of Jerusalem. Christ speaks of two street- g.ames — one was funeral, and the other was wed- ding. Children then, like children now, imitated the older people. At a real funeral the mourners played on reed-pipes, something like our flute. 10 LITTLE SERMONS FOR LITTLE FOLK When the sad and doleful music was heard, the people would lament. Lament means to cry and moan. The children would imitate the funeral — they plaved funeral. Sometimes when a trifle contrary the}- refused to play. "A\'e have moaned unto you," the other children said, "and ye have not lamented." Their other game gave no excuse for refusing to play. It was the game of wedding. The same pipe or flute was used, and thev played the same tune, hut they played it a little faster. There were some cross-grained children who would not play wedding. I think that they were the ones who were not asked to play bride and groom. Then those who were plaj-ing would say, "We have piped unto you, and ye have not danced." Christ watched these children wdien they played, as truly as he watched them when they prayed. What a beautiful picture I Children on the street dancing to music and shouting to one another in great glee, Christ watching them and rejoicing with them. When I was a boy the minister preached about Christ listening when I prayed. How I wish he had told me that Christ watched me when I played. How much better I would have played. The children Christ was watching were not dancing in the way we mean by dancing. They were playing to music. In the army they have music to help the soldiers march. Why not have music to help the children play? It is better to have music while you exercise than it is to have music while you eat. You can eat fast enough and long enough without music. I wish we could have a band of music on every playground. When music gets into your ears it runs down into your feet and makes you dance. You ought to dance. Dancing in the open air is iine e.xercise. God put dance into your feet to make you grow. I am always glad when I hear the street-band and see the children dancing. I once heard of some one who counted the steps taken by dancers. As many as 56,000 steps are often taken by the chil- dren. That is three miles longer than the Marathon race. The children's street-dance is the easiest and best w-ay of exercise. There are tw-o things I want you to remember. The first is that Christ watches you not only when vou pra)-, but he watches you when you play. Christ was interested in me when, as a boy, I danced along the streets of the little village of Candor. He is interested in vou as vou dance along the streets of your village or city. Is n't it splendid to know that Christ enjoys your play? The second thing to remember is that you have no more right to be cranky and cross-grained when you play than you have to be cranky and cross-grained when you pray. God watches while vou play and listens while you pray. The Bible says there is "a time to weep and a time to laugh : a time to mourn and a time to dance." A time to dance — that means that we are not to dance all the time. When the dancing- time is up, you should stop and be ready to do something else. You ought to work and pray as heartily and cheerfully as you dance and play. The dance habit, wanting to dance all the time, is a very bad habit. Dance and play in order to grow strong and happy. Get strong and happy in order that )'ou may do great things for God and man. There are battles to be fought in life that can not be won b}' those who know only how to dance. May I tell you a story ? The Sybarites were great warriors. At one time they sent out 300,000 men to fight their enemies. They had fine horses, and being very proud of them, taught them to dance. The horses would rise on their hind feet and then on their fore feet, as they kept time to the music. For more than a vear the soldiers had nothing to do, so they exercised their horses by having them dance. The horses got into the dancing habit. Then came a great war, and the soldiers rode out to the battlefield expecting to gain a victory. The enemy were on foot and the horsemen ex- pected to ride right over them, and to defeat them easily. The enemy knew the horses had the danc- ing habit. They knew the horses' dance-music. So when the horsemen came rushing at them, the enemy began to play dance-music. The horses forgot it was war and began to dance. What a sight ! Warriors eager for battle, sitting on dancing horses. The horses danced, rising on their hind feet and then on their fore feet, turn- ing to right, then turning to left, forward and backward and balanced all. While the horses danced, the enemy fought, and the brave horse- men were easily conquered. The battle was lost because the war-horses had the dance habit. Let us make a resolution to-day to play and pray, to work and never shirk. Christ came to set our life to music. LITTLE SERMONS FOR LITTLE FOLK 11 THE MAGIC DIPPER "I was thirsty, and >-e gave me drink." — Mali. xx\-. 35 Hang your dipper on the sky. In the country the dipper, or tin cup, hangs on the side of the pump. To-day you are to listen to the story of a thpper that hangs on the sling. Angels bright in raiinent white, Still their watch are keeping; They will watch by night or day. Never let them go astray. When the little children wake, When the little children wake. «9 20 HYMNS THAT EVERY CHUT) SHOULD KNOW JESUS, HOLY, UXDEFILED I;Y MRS. E. SllEl'COTE Jesi:s, licil)-, iinrlefileea\en To see us shine. You in your small corner, And I in mine. Jesus bids us shine Then, for all around ; For many kinds of darkness In the world are found, Sin and want and sorrow: So we must shine. You in vour small corner, And I in mine. IF YOU CANNOT ON THE OCEAN BY ELLEN II. OATES If vou cannot on the ocean Sail among the swiftest fleet. Rocking on the highest billows. Laughing at the storms \ou meet. You can stand among the sailors. Anchored vet within the liay, You can lend a hand to help theuL As thev launch their boat awav. Did )ou hear the loving word — Pass it on ; Like the singing nf :i liird? Pass it on ; Let its music ]i\e and grow. Let it cheer another's woe. You liave reap'd what others sow, Pass it on. 'Twas the sunshine of a smile — Pass it on ; Staving but a little wdiile ! Pass it on ; April beam, the little thing. Still it wakes the flow'rs of spring. Makes the silent birds to sing- Pass it on. Have you found the heav'niv light? Pass it on ; Souls are groping in tiie night. Daylight gone ; Hold thy lighted lamp on high. Be a star in some one's sky. He may live who else would die, Pass it on. If vou have not gold and silver Ever readv to command ; If vou cannot tow'rd the needy Reach an e\-er open hand. You can visit the afflicted. O'er the erring you can weep ; You can be a true disciple Sitting at the Savio'ir's feet. If vou cannot in the harvest Garner up the richest sheaf. Many a grain both ripe and golden Will the careless reapers leave ; Go and glean among the briers, Growing rank against the wall. For it may be that the shadow Hides the heaviest wheat of all. PASS IT ON BY HENRY BURTON Have you had a kindness shown; Pass it on ; 'Twas not giv'n for thee alone, Pass it on ; Let it travel down the years. Let it wipe another's tears. Till in heav'n the deed appears — Pass it on. Be not selfish in thy greed, Pass it on ; Look upon thy brother's need. Pass it on ; Live for self, you live in vain; Live for Christ, you live again; Tive for him, with him yoii reign- Pass it on. WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS BY JOSEPH SC'RIVEN What a Friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear ! What a privilege to carry Everything to God in prayer ! O, what peace we often forfeit, O, what needless pain we bear — All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer. Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere ? We should never be discouraged. Take it to the Lord in prayer. Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share? Jesus knows our every weakness. Take it to the Lord in prayer. HYMNS THAT EVERY CHILD SHOULD KNOW Are we weak and heavy Laden, Cumbered with a load of care? Precious Saviour, still our refus^e — Take it to the Lord in praN-er. Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? Take it to the Lord in praver ; In his arms he'll take and shield thee. Thou wilt find a solace there. Aliide with me when ni,t;dit is nigh, L\jr without thee I d.are not die. Be near to bless me when I wake. Ere thro' the world my way I take; Abide with me till in thy love I lose myself in heaven above. 23 HARK, HARK, ]\IY SOUL BY FREDERICK W. F.M'.ER Hark, hark, my soul ! angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore : How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more. Refrain Angels of Jesus, Angels of light. Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night, Singing to welcome the pilgrims, the pilgrims of the night. Onward we go, for still we hear them singing. Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come; And thro' the dark, its echoes sweetlv ringing, The music of the gospel leads us home. Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea; And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to thee. Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping, Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping. And life's long shadows break in cloudless love, SUX OF MY SOUL BY JOHN KEBLE Sux of my soul ! thou Saviour dear. It is not night if thou be near ; Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes ! When the soft dews of kindly sleep My weary eyelids gently steep. Be my last thought — how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's breast ! Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live; I LOOK TO THEE IN EVERY NEED BY SAMUEL LONGFELLOW I LOOK to thee in every need. And never look in vain; I feel thy touch. Eternal Love, And all is well again ; The thought of thee is mightier far Than sin and pain and sorrow are. Discouraged in the work of life, Disheartened by its load. Shamed by its failures or its fears, I sink beside the road,— But let me only think of thee, And then new heart springs up in me. Thy calmness bends serene above, Afy restlessness to still ; Around me flows thy quick 'ning life To nerve my falt'ring will ; Thy presence fills my solitude; Thy providence turns all to good. Embosomed deep in thy dear love, Held in thy law I stand ; Thy hand in all things I behold, And all things in thy hand; Thou leadest me by unsought ways, And turn'st my mourning into praise. BRINGING IN THE SHEAVES BY KNOWLES SHAW Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eves; Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping, We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Chorus Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, We shall come, rejoicing. Bringing in the sheaves; Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, We shall come, rejoicing, Bringing in the sheaves. 24 HYMNS THAT EVERY CHILD SHOULD KNOW Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows, Fearing neither clouds nor winter's chilling breeze : By and by the harvest, and the labor ended, We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master, Tho' the loss sustained our spirit often grieves; When our weeping's over, he will bid us welcome, We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. HOW SWEET THE NAME OF JESUS SOUNDS BY JOHN NEWTON How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. It makes the wounded spirit whole. And calms the troubled breast: 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. Dear name ! the rock on which I build ; My shield and hiding-place. My never-failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace. Jesus, my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend: My Prophet, Priest, and King; My Lord, my life, my way, mine end. Accept the praise I bring. Weak is the effort of my heart. And cold my warmest thought ; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought : Till then, I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath ; And may the music of thy name Refresh mv soul in death. AM I A SOLDIER OF THE CROSS BY ISAAC WATTS Am I a soldier of the cross — A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? In the name of Christ the King, Who hath purchased life for me, Through grace I'll win the promised crown, Whate'er my cross may be. Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace. To help me on to God? Since I must fight if I would reign. Increase my courage. Lord ! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain. Supported by thy word. ONWARD, CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS BY S.ABINE BARING-GOULD Onward, Christian soldiers ! marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus going on before. Christ, the Royal Master, leads against the foe; Forward into battle see his banners go. Onward, Christian soldiers ! marching as to war. With the cross of Jesus going on before. At the sign of ti-iumph, Satan's host doth flee; On then. Christian soldiers, on to victory ! Hell's foundations quiver at the shout of praise: Brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise ! Like a mighty army moves the Church of God: Brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod; We are not divided, all one body we— One in hope and doctrine, one in charity. Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane ; But the Church of Jesus constant will remain; Gates of hell can never 'gainst that Church prevail ; We have Christ's own promise — and that cannot fail. Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng; Blend with ours your voices in the triumph-song: "Glory, laud, and honor unto Christ the King'' — This through countless ages men and angels sing. HYMNS THAT EVERY CHILD SHOULD KNOW 25 THERE WERE NINETY AND NINE BY ELIZABETH C. CI.EFHAXE There were ninety and nine tliat safely lav In the shelter of the fold ; But one was out on the hills away, Far off from the gates of £;old — Away on the mountains wild and bare, Away from the tender Shepherd's care. "Lord, thou hast here thy ninety and nine. Are they not enough for theei" But the Shepherd made answer, "Tliis of mine Has wandered away from me ; And although the road he rough and steep, I go to the desert to find m\- sheep." But none of the ransomed eyer knew How deep were the waters crossed ; Nor how dark was the night that the Lord passed through, Ere he found his sheep that was lost. Out in the desert he heard its cry- Sick, and helpless, and read\' to die. "Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the way, That mark out the mountain's track?" "They were shed for one who had gone astray. Ere the Shepherd could bring him back." "Lord, whence are thv hands so rent and torn ^" "They are pierced to-night by many a thorn." But all through the mountains, thunder-riyen, And up from the rock}' steep. There arose a crv to the gate of heayen, "Rejoice! I ha^'e found my sheep!" And the angels echoed around the throne, "Rejoice! for the Lord brings back his own." WHAT I LR'E FOR BY G. LIXX.EUS BANKS I LiyE for those who loye me. Whose hearts are kind and true. For the heaven that smiles above me. And awaits my spirit too ; For all human ties that bind me, For the task by God assigned me. For the bright hopes yet to find me, And the good that I can do. Bards, patriots, martyrs, sages, The heroic of all ages. Whose deeils crowd histr>ry's pages, And Time's great volume make. I live to hold communion With all that is divine. To feel there is a union 'Twixt Nature's heart and mine ; To profit bv affliction, Reap truth from fields of fiction. Grow wiser from conviction. And fulfil God's granfl design. I live to hail that season. By gifted ones foretold. When men shall li\'e by reason, And not alone by gold : When man to man united. And e\-ery wrong thing righted. The whole world shall be lighted As Eden was of old. I live for those who love me. For those who know me true. For the heaven that smiles above me. And awaits mv spirit too : For the cause that lacks assistance. For the wrong that needs resistance. For the future in the distance. And the good that I can do. WORK, FOR THE NIGHT IS COAMING BY IRA D. SAX KEY \\'0RK, for the night is coming! Work through the morning hours; Work while the dew is sparkling, \\'ork 'mid springing flowers: Work when the day grows brighter, Work in the glowing sun ; W^ork, for the night is coming. When man's work is done. Work, for the night is coming. Work through the sunny noon : Fill brightest hours with labor, Rest comes sure and soon. Give every flying minute Something to keep in store : Work, for the night is coming, ^^'hen man works no more. I live to learn their story Who suffered for my sake ; To emulate their glory. And follow in their wake- Work, for the night is coming, Under the sunset skies ! While their bright tints are glowing Work, for daylight flies. 26 HYMNS THAT EVERY CHILD SHOULD KNOW Work til! the last beam fadeth, Fadeth to shine no more : Work while the night is dark'ning, When man's work is o'er. JERUSALEM THE GOLDEN BY BERNARD OF CLUNY Jerusaleii the golden, With milk and honey blest. Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, oh, I know not. What joys await us there ; What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare ! They stand, those halls of Sion, All jubilant with song. And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng. The Prince is ever in them; The daylight is serene; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen. There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast; And they wdio, with their Leader, Have conquered in the fight, Forever and forever Are clad in robes of white. O sweet and blessed country. The home of God's elect ! O sweet and blessed country. That eager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest. ROCK OF AGES BY A. M. TOPLADY Rock of Ages, cleft for me. Let me hide myself in thee ! Let the water and the blood. From thv riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power. Not the labors of my hands Can fulfil thy law's demands : Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone, Thou must save, and thou alone ! Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling; Naked, come to thee for dress; Helpless, look to thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me. Saviour, or I die ! While I draw this fleeting breath — When my eye-strings break in death- When I soar to worlds unknown- See thee on thy judgment throne- Rock of Ages, cleft for me. Let me hide myself in thee ! JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL BY CHARLES WESLEY Jesus, Lover of my soul. Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide : receive my soul at last ! Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed; All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing. Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; ]\Iore than all in thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name ; 1 am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am ; Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin ; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art. Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise, to all eternity. HYMNS THAT EVERY CHILD SHOUIT) KNOW SOFTLY XO\Y THE LIGHT OF DAY 27 riY G. W. nOANE Softly now the lisjlit of dav Fades upon mv sight away ; Free from care, from labor free. Lord, I would ciinuiunie with thee. Thou, whose ail-pervading e\e Naught escapes, without, within, Pardon each infirmit\-. Open fault, and secret sin. Soon, for nie, the light of day Shall forever pass aw"av ; Then, from sin and sorrow free. Take me, Lord, to dw"ell with thee. ABIDE ^VITH :me BY IIEXRY F. LYTE Abide with me. fast falls the eventide : The darkness thickens: Lord, with me abide; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee. Help of the helpless, oh abide with me. Sw'ift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see: thou who changest not, abide with me. Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, But as thou dwell'st with thy disciples. Lord — Familiar, condescending, patient, free — Come not to sojourn, but abide with me. Come not in terrors, as the King of kings. But kind and good, with healing in thy wings; Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea ; Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me. 1 need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who like thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, oh abide with me. I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless. Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is Death's sting? where, Grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if thou abide with me. Flold thou thv cross before my closing eyes, Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies : Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee ; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE BY S.\.RAH FLOWER ADAMS Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee — Nearer to thee ! Though, like the wanderer, Daylight all gone. Darkness be over me, M}' rest a stone : ^'ct in m_\' dreams I 'd be Nearer, my Goil. to thee — Nearer to thee ! There let the way appear .Steps unto heaven ; All that thou send'st to me. In mercy given ; y\ngels to beckon me Nearer, m}- God, to thee — Nearer to thee ! Then with my waking thought Bright with thv praise. Out of mv stonv griefs Bethel I '11 raise: So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to thee — Nearer to thee ! Or if on joyful wing. Cleaving the sky. Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly ; Still, still, my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to thee — Nearer to thee ! Fr^matarb n frint h^ Brian ^ Co . of Paris and N Y THIS liCTUKK IS y sir |.,JiuaKeyiK.lj4. ANGELS' HICADS. .; (,F THE FINEST BY THE ENGLISH ARTIST WHO I^MNTEl. IT; AND WE ARE TOLD THAI IT PRESENTS FIVE DIFFERENT VIEWS OF ONE LITTLE GIRL'S HEAD. er T)oys ^Oirl-s BY JOHN MARTIN (HOI^AN 3HEPARP) f'mi^tireyoM often wi^li a^Wi^h, J^WfiicKi^ all right to do. Aiv^ very o£ten thing^syoAi wij^li Arc e>pt to come to^^^u. ' W^H i^ju^t &^ jSort o£ Prefer. I AndPK^D^ ^Q Wi^hQ^ too; 0o whyrsptj^ra^ an Gs^jrne^tWi^ti, And ^GG it eJl don\G true. oTihave aItiend,thatfei\"o\ir^,de£M'Qirl &T)oy. 29 30 PRAYERS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS ?3PD/f/ER5 /'orLITTLE BOY^BJ w//mmK m/iim/m THE/e#OL/m e^rdod,! told ^lie tod^gyC£-) }} I t"h.o\idh± it WD.^ DJY ed^ way To'hide poirS^thinp^ that I had done Cr om Mother: evnd ^on\ every or\e;. Help n\e tolet^rrvwhen I r^Jivyo\ir\( TfveArvo Give tru^t^ o. lyir^p torv0ue( Wi\eivl tell Mother I w§^b^d, O I hope ^T\e "woKt "be very j^'^d.;'^5vv£uI feelinp Ctxrrve, Ai\d Med TT^Keort^tK cruel pvc\, Ai\d zxW tKe \iplirve^3 mtKirv ]Pk\^Ked out ju^t like ex PlMne. I Kkow, I kr\ow I ^l\o\ildri.t d^re To let d\^\ wicked teitvper lDuri\. Te5vCl\n\e Corvtrol,Kelpn\e tolee^rix lb ^top it wKeiv it',5 tfver e . Teo^dcviTve to'Know tK^t evei^r fit OSAr^^ev n\^Ke^ nve le^^ ei.iyfe.T\; Vle^e jShpw me hpw each, time I C6j\ Juj5t quer\cK M\d ^iiYotl\er it.^^^j^^. 32 PRAYERS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS ^ INFIGHTINGS ^ ^^d-odJhc^d cxCight to-dexy; _^ Ii\rdt I didnl: Ce^re ir\ s^ny "wegy^ leveiv ^crextcKed exTvdbit. I pi\aoded juptlike e\ ^e^ve^^ge te^t I bunded v/itKovit Keedii\0. I didr\t ^eena to c^^e ttve lee^^^t TK^st Iavcx^ jsoiled Mid bleedir\6. O 4od, I krvov^^\i do ivot c^re Who woi\ tKtd bee^^tl^ PiOKb. b\itIfavow^\/7elltb^t^\iwere there Arvi i^cw tKe brutal ^i^t. QplG2x^e,4od,teadiinebetterplacK WFddK look^ at Courcvc^e cjravet^ And only f i(g\ts wfienblow.3 are struck I>eP ending otKerp breivel^ U> ^ .a ^r->^^ PRAYERS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS 33 LordiwesnttoToe e^Kixidxt WltK6rn^p^bripht&l5I\ce e^re^b. I v/'Osr± to go ii\to iKe ftdht Ai\d do nv level besfer" Bui Kri^htp 5re got\e.^rT\6.pp I CDv1\ Ju^t Ti\Dke believe, ai\d I C5i\ try To be tK dexllexi^d: Cjentle "Mbocv, Ard breveLy do, or die. I hi\ow tK^t l^d of Knight i^ be^t , For tincveiS 5re jsomewhed different. But I C5r\ 6p \iporL ^^.'que^bf, Ju0t bs^ trve otKerp werdj. Ar\d Mother, ^Ke will watch 5nd ^ee Howl do bedtle Cor the rioht. Then ;3hell be redKer proud of n\e. Her Gentle Mevn e^GadKniOht. © AMEN. >> ^ aiM^^ ^^^ ^ 34 PRAYERS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS A^^^eOINe TO SCHOOL/'^^^A ear 60 d,a ^cKoold^ (Comers again. ^WitKmar^/ thii\g3 for me to do. Please ble^»5 my hear t and guideirybr^dn. O, maKe me earn.e^t, strong and true. My le^3on? may »5eem dull to rr\ej AL\d ^tudy Kour»5 long and di3A_9 But iC YoM Kelp me,tKen TU ^^ee How f a>5't tho^e u^JePul Kour^ ^h^^ DearQod^thi^A^orld V 2:>e\^to bqyp*,- There V »5omuchto ^ee and learn. Each day bring^^ wonder^ita;^!^ andjdy^; If? hard to know wKicK way to turn. O 6od^plea^e watcK me every da^^. And when I needyo\i,tate my hand. O (^uide me ,5aCely or\ n\y V/^ay; J) And help nr/ heart to understand. <^--^^^ .AMEN. PRAYERS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS 35 ^PR/^Jt^RS /or LITTLE QIRL3TP 7*' < '1 % E ■d _ m PBAKb gf m eardod^bu ^re rr^/ Erier\dJ Know Ar\d"Ybu 2sre ^we^^ rveeor: Ple&v>;^e come ii\feo tt§/ Keexrt 5JA.d ^Kow How I c^>:rv coi\qLier I^ee^n PlessSe be e^Kirvd oC iSerdinel, TK^i Svlwcg/^ ^ive^ n\e edd ; And wfver\ Im tri0htei\ed\&uv/ilUell Me 720^ to be eSredd. Dee^Cjod^tKere e^re ^on\e tKiTv6^ forme Too bi(^ to \i!\cLen5'tesi\d, But I ^>n\ y5are thsd I cesix ^See IC You JLVt Kold rr\y K5J\d. TKeirwery ^ooi\ I vdll be bre>ve Bec5M)^e e\ Friend 1^5 here, WKo liKe^s to waicK,da\d v/Ko will $^>we My Ke5srt Pronv ever:y Fe^vT. amen. ==^1 36 PRAYERS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS r4n Andhdpm.e,ple5.^e,totryto ^t^rt All over rid\i: tomorrow Help me to frdrm. of X\ms^ to do To nvdKe folK^ Ke^ppy wKeixlmtlroii^h. Iix^tead of mbkinO porrow. De5rQod,help me to pee 5iid know Thbt thouOhtPul service m5ke3 \^pC(M Ajoy to one e^otKer. i^olielp ine,(jod,to Wd^nt to jserve Ar\d thdrk of other ^, diid deserve The i^elfle^^ love of Mother PRAYERS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS ' 37 ^^^I DISOBEDIENCE ^^M 1 1 ^"hovildht 5Jwe^^ Keve ir^/ wc^/ ^Kow n\e plbirJy tK^t li? i^ A preed mistake to divS'obey: 1 "Krvow Im jui5 1 5^ little dirl But yS'till dear 6od, I ouoKt to ^ee TKatKotKer Krvow^s* wK^t I j5l\oulddo, Ai\d \(/Ket V readily be.s't £or me. Tea.cK TT\e to be obediei\t7^ 0,n\5l5;e me edwe^yy^ ui\der^5'tcM\d That IE I n\ir\d wKer^ I e\nY3/oui\^ I TTSsist Crow wortly to command. Ood Ji\eed3/our cgj.idii\d hesivi. To leexd me cfurely dty by a^, 1 i\eed\bur V/^iy^dom j^o TU ,^ee That aJl the frz.zecr/' dirlt? Qsek amek. 38 PRAYERS FOR BOYS AND GIRLS dod, I ofiteix P\i?3 2vr\d fret-^^^j) V/hei\ MotKer <^ve^ me thmg^ to do. I dor\t go ridbi e\Kee\d to 0^t~^^ — ' Tfio^e very ^5'impl^ datiev5 throuOK. I do not do "OT/ \^or]\with: ca^re Ar\d I refo^e to u^e irg/ HeeNCl; Mythdvi^hi^ do we\nderii\0 everywhere When they ^ould 3tc§/ est Home in^iee^i O ^od,plea.^e help n^;^ heart to ^see How Oood it ij to loVe ir^Worh^^. Andm^Xe vc^ He\r\d>s refof e to he The thoughtle^^ »5erve