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TO 
 
 MY LITTLE GODSONS, 
 
 I INSCEIBE THESE SIMPLE LINES, 
 
 HOPING THAT 
 
 THE LANGUAGE OF TERSE, WHICH CHILDREN LOVE, 
 
 MAY HELP TO IMPRESS ON THEIR MINDS 
 
 "WHAT THEY ARE, 
 
 WHAT I HATE PROMISED FOR THEM, 
 
 AND 
 
 WHAT THEY MUST SEEK TO BE. 
 
 C. F. A. 
 
^JSlotitz. 
 
 The title of this book shows it to be of a kind which 
 stands in as small need as any of preface or explanation. 
 Children, and those interested in children will feel at once 
 whether it suits them or not. These few lines, however, are 
 prefixed, because the writer of the Hymns wished for some 
 kind of clerical imprimatur, and the Clergyman to whom she 
 applied, thinks and hopes that they will not only be found 
 useful in the way which she earnestly desires, but will also 
 win a high place for themselves in the estimation of all who 
 know how to value true poetry and primitive devotion. 
 
 It seems right to add, that the profits of this publication, 
 will be applied to the support of a school for deaf and 
 dumb children maintained altogether by voluntary offerings, 
 in a small town in the north of Ireland. 
 
 J. K. 
 
 IIursley, March 28, 1818. 
 
 [THESE ITYMNS ARE COPYRIGHT.] 
 
GTmttcitis. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 mobkikg hymx 1 
 
 Evening Hymn 3 
 
 Htmx of the Holy Trinity 5 
 
 Holy Baptism 7 
 
 The First Promise — 
 
 To renounce the devil and all his works ..... 9 
 
 The pomps and vanity of this wicked world . . . . 11 
 And all the sinful lusts of the flesh . . . . . .13 
 
 The Second Promise — 
 
 To believe all the Articles of the Christian Faith. 
 
 Of the Creed — 
 
 I believe in God the Father Almighty 15 
 
 Maker of heaven and earth . ....... 17 
 
 And in jEsrs Christ His only Sox, our Lord ... 19 
 
 "Who was conceived by the Holy Ghost, Born of the Virgin Mary 21 
 
 Suffered under Pontius Pilate, Was crucified, dead and buried . 23 
 
 He descended into hell ; The third day He rose again from the dead 25 
 He ascended into heaver., And sitteth at the right hand of God 
 the Father Almighty ; From thence He shall come to judge 
 
 the quick and the dead 27 
 
 I believe in the Holy Ghost 29 
 
 The Holy Catholic Church 31 
 
 The Communion of Saints ........ 35 
 
 The Forgiveness of sins ........ 37 
 
 The Resurrection of the body ....... 39 
 
 And the Life everlasting ........ 41 
 
Vlll CONTEXTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The Third Peomise — 
 
 To keep God's holy will and commandments, and walk in the 
 same all the days of my life. 
 
 Of the Commandments — 
 
 1 43 
 
 II 45 
 
 HI 47 
 
 IV 49 
 
 V 51 
 
 VI 53 
 
 VII 55 
 
 VIII 57 
 
 IX 59 
 
 X 61 
 
 Prayer — 
 
 My good child, know this, that thou art not able to do these 
 things of thyself, nor to walk in the commandments of God, 
 and to serve Him, without His special grace ; which thou must 
 learn at all times to call for by diligent Prayer . . .63 
 
 The Lord's Prayer — 
 
 Our Father, Which art in heaven 65 
 
 Hallowed be Thy Name 67 
 
 Thy kingdom come 69 
 
 Thy will be done in earth, As it is in heaven . . . .71 
 
 Give us this day our daily bread ...... 73 
 
 And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive them that trespass 
 
 against us .......... 75 
 
 And lead us not into temptation ...... 77 
 
 Hut deliver us from evil 79 
 
 Therefore I say, Amen, so be it . . . . . . 81 
 
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 Now the dreary night is done, 
 Comes again the glorious sun, 
 Crimson clouds, and silver white, 
 AVait upon his breaking light. 
 
 Glistening in the garden beds, 
 Flowers lift up their dewy heads, 
 And the shrill cock claps his wiugs, 
 And the merry lark upsprings. 
 
 AVhen the eastern sky is red, 
 I, too, lift my little head. 
 When the Lark sings loud and gay 
 I, too, rise to praise and pray. 
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HYMNS TOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 Sayioue, to Thy cottage home 
 Onee the daylight used to come ; 
 Thou hast ofttimes seen it break 
 Brightly o'er that eastern lake. 
 
 Child of Mary, Thou dost know, 
 What of danger, joy, or woe, 
 Shall to-day my portion be, 
 Let me meet it all in Thee, 
 
 Thou wast meek and undefiled, 
 Make me holy too, and mild ; 
 Thou didst foil the tempter's power. 
 Help me in temptation's hour. 
 
 Thou didst love Thy Mother here, 
 Make me gentle, kind and dear ; 
 Thou wast subject to her word, 
 Teach me to obey, Lord. 
 
 Fretful feeling, passion, pride, 
 Xever did with Thee abide ; 
 Make me watch myself to-day, 
 That they lead me not astray. 
 
 With Thee, Lord, I would arise, 
 To Thee look with opening eyes ; 
 All the day be at my side, 
 Sayiour, Pattern, King, and Guide. 
 
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 (il.ORV TO (lOI) IN I Hi: HKillliST.— S. 1.1KK II. It. 
 
2. 
 
 On the dark hill's western side 
 The last purple gleam has died, 
 Twilight to one solemn hue 
 Changes all, both green and blue. 
 
 In the fold and in the nest, 
 Birds and lambs are gone to rest. 
 Labour's weary task is o'er, 
 Closely shut the cottage door. 
 
 Saviour, ere in sweet repose 
 
 I my weary eyelids close, 
 
 While my mother through the gloom 
 
 Singeth from the outer room ; 
 
 While across the curtain white, 
 With a dim uncertain light, 
 On the floor the faint stars shine, 
 Let my latest thought be Thine, 
 
 "Twas a starry night of old. 
 When rejoicing Angels told 
 The poor shepherds of Thy birth, 
 (Jon become a child on earth. 
 
HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 Soft and quiet is the bed, 
 Where I lay my little head ; 
 Thou hadst but a manger bare, 
 Rugged straw for pillow fair. 
 
 Sayiour, 'twas to win me grace, 
 Thou didst stoop to that poor place, 
 Loving with a perfect love 
 Child, and man, and GrOD above. 
 
 Hear me as alone I lie, 
 Plead for me with God on high ; 
 All that stained my soul to-day, 
 Wash it in Thy blood away. 
 
 If my slumbers broken be, 
 Waking let me think of Thee : 
 Darkness cannot make me fear, 
 If I feel that Thou art near. 
 
 Happy now I turn to sleep ; 
 Thou wilt watch around me keep. 
 Him no danger e'er can harm, 
 Who lies cradled on Thine Arm. 
 
Cfjc Baptism of our iLorK. 
 
 mor art My hki.ovkii Sox.— S. Mark 
 
3. 
 
 gum of tfa JSitflrr Jptriiuiir 
 
 AVe are little Christian children, 
 We can run, and talk, and play ; 
 
 The Great God of earth and Heaven, 
 Made, and keeps us every day. 
 
 "We are little Christian children ; 
 
 Cheist the Sox of G-od Most High, 
 "With His precious blood redeemed us, 
 
 Dying that we might not die. 
 
 "We are little Christian children, 
 GrOD the Holy Ghost is here, 
 
 Dwelling in our hearts, to make us 
 Kind and holy, good and dear. 
 
 We are little Christian children, 
 Saved by Him Who loved us most, 
 
 We believe in God Almighty, 
 Fathee, Sox, and Holy Ghost. 
 
% Baptism in tfjc Catacombs. 
 
 Baptising THEM in THE HAMS OP IHK FATHER, and OB THE Son, and OF the Hoi v C.iio-i — S. Matt xxviii. 19. 
 
7Efv0liT ^Baptism. 
 
 We were only little babies, 
 
 Knowing neither good nor harm, 
 
 When the Priest of God Most Holy 
 Took us gently in his arm. 
 
 And he sprinkled our young faces 
 With the water clear and bright, 
 
 And he signed our Satiour's token 
 On our little foreheads white. 
 
 In the Name of God the Fathek, 
 Of the So;s", and Holt Ghost, 
 
 He baptized us then, and made us 
 Soldiers in our Master's host. 
 
 Then we promised by our sureties, 
 
 Vowing for us solemnly, 
 Manfully to fight His battles, 
 
 Gentle, kind, and good to be. 
 
 At our posts beneath His banner, 
 
 We must watch, and strive, and pray. 
 
 By the Grace of God within us 
 Growing better every day. 
 
HYMNS EOR LITTLE CHILDREN". 
 
 For the little flowers grow brightly 
 
 In the early morning dew, 
 And when God's good Spirit feeds them, 
 
 Children's hearts grow holy too. 
 
 We must keep our early promise, 
 We must guard what He has given, 
 
 Till the Lord, Who loved and saved us, 
 Take us to our home in Heaven. 
 
Cijrtst blessing Utttlc Cfjtltircn. 
 
 .-'ni.i.oH I l : > OS GOD is DKAR CHU.DRKN.-EPB. 
 
5. 
 
 TO RENOUNCE THE DEVIL AND ALL HIS WORKS. 
 
 Do no sinful action, 
 
 Speak no angry word, 
 Ye belong to Jesus, 
 
 Children of the Lord. 
 
 Christ is kind and gentle, 
 Christ is pure and true. 
 
 And His little children 
 Must be holy too. 
 
 There's a wicked spirit 
 Watching round you still, 
 
 And he tries to tempt you 
 To all harm and ill. 
 
 But ye must not hear him, 
 Though 'tis hard for you 
 
 To resist the evil, 
 And the good to do. 
 
 For ye promised truly 
 
 In your infant days, 
 To renounce him wholly, 
 
 And forsake his ways. 
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10 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN 
 
 Ye are new-born Christians, 
 Te must learn to fight 
 
 With the bad within you, 
 And to do the right. 
 
 Christ is your own Master, 
 He is good and true, 
 
 And His little children 
 Must be holy too. 
 
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 ©ur SLorti's fjome at Najcrctij. 
 
 I AM MKKK AND LOWLY IN 11 K ART. — S. M ATT. XI. 29. 
 
6. 
 
 THE POMPS AND VANITY OF THIS WICKED WORLD. 
 
 At Xazareth in olden time 
 
 A peasant's cottage stood, 
 Where Joseph the poor carpenter 
 
 Toiled for his daily food. 
 
 An humble Virgin lived with him, 
 
 Beneath that lowly shed, 
 And there her Son our Saviour Chrtst, 
 
 In poverty was bred. 
 
 He had no glory here on earth, 
 
 No riches and no state ; 
 His Christian children must not care 
 
 For being rich or great. 
 
 Fine clothes, fine houses, pretty things, 
 That please our longing eyes, 
 
 Would only make our hearts forget 
 Our treasure in the skies. 
 
 It would be wrong on pomp or dress 
 
 To spend our thoughts or hours ; 
 Another lesson Christ hath taught, 
 
 Showing the simple flowers. 
 
12 HYMNS FOE LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 There's not a yellow buttercup 
 Returning with the spring 
 
 But it can boast a golden crown, 
 As bright as any king. 
 
 The red rose and the lily fair, 
 That charm our summer's day ; 
 
 There's not a lady in the land 
 As finely dressed as they. 
 
 They feel no proud, no foolish thoughts, 
 
 Because they are so fair ; 
 They wish for nothing, quite content 
 
 With sunshine and sweet air. 
 
 GrOD gave to them their colours bright, 
 To us faith, hope, and love, 
 
 And bade us fear the things of earth, 
 And seek the things above. 
 
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 To Kill' Mil I IN Ml, THY WAYS. — Ps. XCI. 11. 
 
A>'D ALL THE SINFUL LUSTS OF THE FLESH. 
 
 "We were washed in holy water, 
 
 We were set Christ's Church within. 
 
 Gifted with His Holt Spirit, 
 And forgiven all our sin. 
 
 But though born again and granted 
 
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 Grace to pray and strength to fight, 
 Still remains our sinful nature, 
 Weakened, not extinguished quite. 
 
 Sinful thoughts of pride and passion, 
 
 Greedy wishes, selfish care, 
 In our human hearts lie hidden, 
 
 Ready to awaken there. 
 
 Still the wrong way will seem pleasant, 
 Still the right way will seem hard j 
 
 All our life we shall be tempted, 
 We must ever be on guard. 
 
 We are soldiers doing battle, 
 Day by day, and hour by hour, 
 
 Each one with his own temptations 
 Striving in the Spirit's power; 
 
14 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 Still that Spirit stronger groweth 
 In the hearts that hold It fast ; 
 
 He will help us, teach us, crown us, 
 More than conqu'rors at the last. 
 
£fjc Ectunt of tfjc pvooigal. 
 
 Mi Fatmkh.— S Lukk xv. 18. 
 
8. 
 
 TO BELIETE ALL THE ARTICLES OF THE CHKISTIAX FAITH. 
 
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 I BELIEVE IN GOD THE FATHER ALMIGIITY. 
 
 How good is the Almighty God, 
 
 How merciful and mild, 
 Who is to me a Father dear, 
 
 And I His favoured child. 
 
 There's no one in the whole wide earth, 
 
 Not my own mother even, 
 Who loves me half as well as He, 
 
 My Father high in Heaven. 
 
 Did He not give His own dear Son 
 
 To die for sinful men ? 
 To turn them from their wicked ways, 
 
 And bring them hack again ; 
 
 Back to the place that they had lost, 
 
 Back to their Pathee's love. 
 Their Father the Great GrOD of all, 
 
 Their home. His Heaven above ! 
 
16 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 And I am called by Christ's dear Name, 
 
 I took the solemn vow 
 That made me His for evermore, 
 
 GrOD is my Father now. 
 
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 ©ur ILorti's ilrsson from Nature. 
 
 Consider tub Limbs op Tub fibld.— S. Matt vi 
 
9. 
 
 MAKER OF HEAYEX AND EARTH. 
 
 All things bright and beautiful, 
 All creatures great and small, 
 
 All things wise aud wonderful, 
 The Lord God made them all. 
 
 Each little flower that opens, 
 Each little bird that sings, 
 
 He made their glowing colours, 
 He made their tiny wings. 
 
 The rich man in his castle, 
 The poor man at his gate, 
 
 G-OD made them, high or lowly, 
 \nd ordered their estate. 
 
 The purple-headed mountain. 
 
 The river running by, 
 The sunset, and the morning, 
 
 That brightens up the sky ; 
 
 The cold wind in the winter. 
 The pleasant summer sun, 
 The ripe fruits in the garden, 
 
 1 [e made them even one. 
 
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10. 
 
 AXD IX JESUS CHEIST 1US OXLY SOX OUR LORD. 
 
 When we speak of the Lord Jestts, 
 When His awful Name is said. 
 
 We will repeat it solemnly. 
 We will bow the head. 
 
 For our Lord He is, and Master. 
 
 And He left His Father's side ; 
 He was born a little Baby, 
 
 Here He lived and died. 
 
 "Twas for us He left His glory, 
 Died the death of pain and shame ; 
 
 We will try to do Him honour, 
 We will love His Name. 
 
 In the holy Church we say It, 
 Speaking all with one accord, 
 
 In our quiet homes we read It 
 In God's Holy Word. 
 
 Jesus Chbist, our Lord, ami Master,— 
 Whensoe'er that Name is said, 
 
 We will repeat it solemnly, 
 We will bow the head. 
 
CThr Brttfj of our ILorU. 
 
 MIK HKOtMIT FOKTII II K K riK-T- 
 
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11. 
 
 WHO WAS CONCEITED BY THE HOLY GHOST, 
 BORN OF THE VIRGIN MARY. 
 
 Oxce in royal David's city 
 
 Stood a lowly cattle shed, 
 Where a mother laid her Baby, 
 
 In a manger for His bed. 
 Mary was that mother mild, 
 Jesus Christ her little Child. 
 
 lie came down to earth from Heaven, 
 Who is Gtod and Lord of all, 
 
 And His shelter was a stable. 
 And His cradle was a stall ; 
 
 With the poor, and mean, and lowly. 
 
 Lived on earth onr Saviour Holy. 
 
 \iid through all His wondrous childhood. 
 
 He would honour and obey. 
 Love and watch the lowly maiden 
 
 In whose gentle arms lie lav. 
 Christian children all must be 
 
 Mild, obedient, good as He. 
 
22 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 For He is our childhood's Pattern, 
 Day by day like us He grew, 
 
 He was little, weak, and helpless, 
 Tears and smiles like us He knew, 
 
 And He feeleth for our sadness, 
 
 And He shareth in our gladness. 
 
 And our eves at last shall see Him, 
 Through His own redeeming love, 
 
 For that Child so dear and gentle 
 Is our Lord in Heaven above ; 
 
 And He leads His children on 
 
 To the place where He is gone. 
 
 Not in that poor loAvly stable, 
 With the oxen standing by, 
 
 AV r e shall see Him ; but in Heaven, 
 Set at God's right Hand on high ; 
 
 When like stars His children crowned, 
 
 A]] in white shall wait around. 
 
€ux ILortJ en tfjc bag to Cahjarg. 
 
 Ami ied Him »«av tc ttuin Hiv-S Matt, sivii. 3t. 
 
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12. 
 
 SUFFERED UNDER PONTIUS PILATE, 
 WAS CRUCIFIED, DEAD, AND BURIED. 
 
 Theee is a green hill far away, 
 
 "Without a city wall, 
 "Where the dear Lord was crucified, 
 
 "Who died to save us all. 
 
 We may not know, we cannot tell 
 What pains He had to bear. 
 
 But we believe it was for us, 
 He hung and sutler ed there. 
 
 He died that we might be forgiven. 
 
 He died to make us good, 
 That we might go at last to Heaven. 
 
 Saved by His precious Blood. 
 
 There was no other good enough 
 
 To pay the price of sin, 
 He only could unlock the gate 
 
 Of Heaven, and let us in. 
 
 (), dearly, dearly has He loved. 
 
 And we must love Him too, 
 And trust in His redeeming Blood, 
 
 And try Hi* works to do. 
 

 Easter Dan. 
 
 Hk is BI8BN, Hk is HOI HKRK.— S. MARK XVI. 8. 
 
13. 
 
 HE DESCENDED INTO HELL, THE THIRD DAT HE EOSE AGAIN 
 FROM THE DEAD. 
 
 The rich man did of Pilate crave 
 
 The lifeless body of the Lord, 
 And laid it in his own new grave ; 
 
 There all night long with spear and sword, 
 The Roman soldiers watched the stone, 
 Where the world's Saviour lay alone. 
 
 But with the first day's dawning bright, 
 That heavy stone was rolled away, 
 
 Two glorious Angels all in white, 
 Sat where the Saviour's Body lay, 
 
 The watch, the seal, were all in vain, 
 
 The Lord of Life was risen again. 
 
 There are short graves in churchyard ground. 
 
 Whore little children buried lie, 
 Each underneath his narrow mound. 
 
 With stiff cold hand, and close shut eye ; 
 Bright morning Bunheams kiss the spot, 
 Yet day by day they open not. 
 
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26 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 But surely as our Saytour rose 
 
 On Easter morn from Joseph's cave. 
 
 Shall all those mounds at last unclose, 
 And Christian people leave the grave. 
 
 He died, He slept, He rose to be 
 
 An earnest of our victory. 
 
 Lord, Who for us so cold and deep 
 Down in that garden grave hast lain, 
 
 When we like Thee must fall asleep, 
 Be with us in our hour of pain, 
 
 That strengthened by Thy Grace Divine. 
 
 Alive or dead we may he Thine. 
 
14. 
 
 HE ASCENDED INTO HEAVEN, AND SITTETH AT THE EIGHT HAND 
 
 OF GOD THE FATHER ALMIGHTY, FROM THENCE HE SHALL 
 
 COME TO JUDGE THE QUICK AND THE DEAD. 
 
 Up in Heaven, up in Heaven. 
 
 In the bright place far away, 
 He Whom bad men crucified, 
 Sitteth at His Fatiiek's side, 
 
 Till the Judgment Day. 
 
 And He loves His little children. 
 
 And He pleadeth for them there, 
 Asking the Great God of Heaven 
 That their sins may be forgiven, 
 And He hears their prayer. 
 
 iS"ever more a helpless Baby, 
 
 Born in poverty and pain, 
 But with awful glory crowned, 
 With His Angels standing round, 
 
 He shall conic again. 
 
 Then the wicked souls shall tremble, 
 
 And the good souls shall rejoice ; 
 Parents, children, every one, 
 They shall stand before His throne 
 » And shall hear II is voice. 
 
28 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 And all faithful holy Christians, 
 
 Who their Master's work have done, 
 
 Shall appear at His right hand, 
 
 And inherit the fair land 
 That His love has won. 
 
OTjtt-Suntiay. 
 
 Tin: Spirit or Cod dwki.i.ktii in you.— 1 Cor. hi. 16 
 
15. 
 
 I BELIEVE IX THE HOLT GHOST. 
 
 I KUEW a little sickly child ; 
 
 The long long summer's day, 
 "When all the world was green and bright, 
 
 Alone in bed he lay. 
 There used to come a little dove 
 
 Before his window small, 
 And sing to him with her sweet voice 
 
 Out of the fir tree tall. 
 
 And when the sick child better grew, 
 
 And he could crawl along, 
 Close to that window he would creep. 
 
 And listen to her song ; 
 And he was gentle in his speech. 
 
 And quiet at his play ; 
 He would not for the world have made 
 
 That sweet bird fly away. 
 
 There is a Holy Dove that sin^s 
 
 To every Christian child, 
 That whispers to his little heart 
 
 A song as sweet and mild. 
 
30 HYMNS EOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 It is the Holy Spirit of Gror>, 
 That speaks his soul within, 
 
 That leads him on to all things good, 
 And holds him back from sin. 
 
 And he must hear that still small voice, 
 
 Nor tempt It to depart, 
 The Spirit great and wonderful, 
 
 That whispers to his heart ; 
 He must be pure, and good, and true, 
 
 Must strive, and watch, and pray ; 
 For unresisted sin at last 
 
 Will drive that Dove away. 
 
MfflHRfflgfflffl|H 
 
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 Cije Cijitorcn's ^osannas. 
 
 TilK Lord is in His HOLY Tkmpi.K.— Ps. II. 4. 
 
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16. 
 
 THE HOLY CATHOLIC CHURCH. 
 
 Little children must be quiet. 
 
 When to Holy Church they go, 
 They must sit with serious faces. 
 
 Must not play or whisper low. 
 
 Tor the Church is God's Own Temple, 
 Where men go for praise and prayer. 
 
 And the Great God will not love them 
 Who forget His presence there. 
 
 They were little Jewish children, 
 
 Who within the temple cried, 
 " Honour to the Son of David," 
 
 Standing at our Saviour's side. 
 
 Sow much more should Christian children 
 Know His Name, and praise Him too, 
 
 Who of His own Church are members, 
 Sons of God, and born anew. 
 
 They must walk in reverent order, 
 
 Stand for praise and kneel lor prayer. 
 
 For the Church is Qod's own Temple, 
 \nd His presence dwelleth there. 
 
£fjc jFtrst (Commission. 
 
 GO YF T1IKHKIORE. AND TKACII ALL NATIONS - P, MATT XXVII 
 
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16.* 
 
 THE HOLY CATHOLIC CHT7RCH. 
 
 The faithful men of every land, 
 "Who Chetst's Own rule obey, 
 
 The hoiy dead of every time — 
 The Church of Christ, are they. 
 
 The Saints who die, and leave us now, 
 
 The Good of long ago, 
 "Women, and men, and children young, 
 
 Still living here below: 
 
 Who have the same eternal hope, 
 
 The same unceasing care. 
 One universal hymn of praise. 
 
 One general voice of prayer; 
 
 All members of one body vast 
 AVith Jesus for their head. 
 
 And sacraments whereby their souls 
 Are born again and \'vd •, 
 
 And Bishops good to order them, 
 And Priests to train and leach, — 
 
 This is the holy Church wherein 
 Wo have OUT places each, 
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34 HYMNS FOE LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 Since we are members, then, of Chrtkt. 
 
 How holy should Ave be, 
 How faithful to obey our Head, 
 
 In truth and purity ! 
 
 Since we are all made one in Him, 
 How gentle should we prove, 
 
 How peaceful in our ways and words. 
 How tender in our love ! 
 
 So shall our Head at all times near. 
 
 Dwell in His members blest, 
 So lead us in His Church on earth, 
 
 Safe to His Church at rest. 
 
£f)c Example of =&. (Ettnotfjg. 
 
 Who h a i il SAVED I B, and CALLED v s with ax hoi.v CALLING.— II. S. TIMOTHY I. 'J. 
 
17. 
 
 THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 
 
 Tn e Saints of G-od are holy men, 
 And women good, and children dear. 
 
 All those who ever loved the Lord, 
 AYho live in faith and fear. 
 
 They are not all together now, 
 
 For some are dead and gone before, 
 
 And some are striving still on earth, 
 Their trial is not o'er. 
 
 Great numbers are they of all states. 
 And born in every place and land, 
 
 "Who never saw each other's face, 
 Xor touched each other's hand. 
 
 But they are all made one in Cjieist, 
 They love each other tenderly. 
 
 The old and young, the rich and poor 
 Of that great company. 
 
 Cueist's little children called His Own, 
 And saved by His redeeming Blood, 
 
 They must be little Saints on earth. 
 And all the Saints are good. 
 
36 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 They must not fight or disobey, 
 
 For Saints do never things like these ; 
 
 They must be holy, meek, and mild, 
 And try the Lord to please. 
 
 And there shall come a glorious Day, 
 When all the good Saints every one, 
 
 Shall meet within their Father's home, 
 And stand before His Throne. 
 
Cfje Sick of tljc IJalsg ausolbco. 
 
 SON, TI1V 5INS HI 
 
 fHEE.-S. Mark ii 
 
 18 
 
18. 
 
 THE FORGIVENESS OF SINS. 
 
 Oxce in baptismal waters bright 
 He washed our sinful spirits white, 
 
 Forgave us once for all. 
 But we have sometimes sinned since then ; 
 Now who shall make us clean again ? 
 
 And who shall hear our call ? 
 
 There is One only who forgives, 
 
 Christ, Who was born, AVho died, Who lives. 
 
 Pleading beside the Throne ; 
 Who hath His Holy Spirit sent, 
 To bless that precious Sacrament 
 
 That made us first His Own. 
 
 Who when His Holy Church within. 
 Confession sad of all our sin 
 
 We make on bended knee, 
 Accepts the penitential prayer, 
 And bids His Minister declare 
 
 Our pardon full and free. 
 
38 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 He only hears the sinner's cry, 
 He only dries the mourner's eye, 
 
 No uither half so mild, 
 Not half so kind a mother's kiss, 
 When pardoning what is done amiss, 
 
 She soothes her sorrowing child. 
 
 We must take heed to cast no stain 
 On souls He bought with so much pain, 
 
 And with His blood made pure ; 
 And we must trust to Him alone, 
 Who did for all our guilt atone, 
 
 Who made our pardon sure. 
 
&fjc Raising of 3La$arus. 
 
 rni: Resi RRt< tion, and the Life.— S. J >hn xi. 25. 
 
 19 
 
19. 
 
 THE RESURRECTION OF TI1E BODY. 
 
 Within the churchyard side by side 
 
 Are many long low graves, 
 And some have stones set over them. — 
 
 On some the green grass waves. 
 
 Full many a little Christian child, 
 Woman and man, lies there ; 
 
 And we pass by them every time 
 When we go in to prayer. 
 
 They cannot hear our footsteps come. 
 
 They do not see us pass. 
 They cannot feel the bright warm sun. 
 
 That shines upon the grass. 
 
 They do hot hear when the great bell 
 
 Is pinging over-head ; 
 They cannot rise and come to Church 
 
 With us. for they are dead. 
 
 But we believe a Day shall come, 
 
 When all the dead will rise. 
 When they who sleep down in the grave 
 
 Will ope again their eyes. 
 
40 
 
 HYMNS FOE LITTLE CHILDREN 
 
 For Christ our Lord was buried once, 
 
 He died and rose again, 
 He conquered death, He left the grave, 
 
 And so will Christian men. 
 
 So when the friends we loved the best 
 Lie in their churchyard bed, 
 
 We must not cry too bitterly 
 Over the happy dead ; 
 
 Because for our dear Saviour's sake, 
 
 Our sins are all forgiven, 
 And Christians only fall asleep, 
 
 To wake again in Heaven. 
 
£ljc IDcabcnlg Imwwlcm, 
 
 In in Fvtiikr's Hot -i ml mvny M 
 
 20 
 
20. 
 
 AND THE LIFE EVERLASTING. 
 
 Every morning the red buii 
 
 Rises warm and bright. 
 But the evening cometh on, 
 
 And the dark cold night. 
 There's a bright land far away, 
 AVliere 'tis never ending day. 
 
 Every spring the sweet young flowers 
 
 Open bright and gay, 
 Till the chilly autumn hours 
 
 Wither them away. 
 There's a land we have not seen. 
 AVhere the trees are always green. 
 
 Little birds sing songs of praise 
 
 All the summer Long, 
 But in colder shorter days 
 
 They forget their Bong. 
 There's a place where Angels sing 
 Ceaseless praises to their King. 
 G 
 
42 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 Christ our Lord is ever near 
 Those who follow Him, 
 
 But we cannot see Him here, 
 For our eyes are dim. 
 
 There is a most happy place, 
 
 Where men always see His face. 
 
 Who shall go to that bright land F 
 
 All who do the right : 
 Holy children there shall stand, 
 
 In their robes of white, 
 For that Heaven so bright and blest, 
 Is our everlasting rest. 
 
Cfjc Commandments ijtorn. 
 
 i vii mi i.oi'.n mi GOD.-Exonia xx.2. 
 
 2] 
 
2U 
 
 Tbc Thin) ^Promise. 
 
 TO KEEP GOD'S HOLT -WILL AND COMMANDMENTS. AND WALK 
 IX THE SAME AXL THE DAYS OF MY LIFE. 
 
 Of % Gfommanbmcnts. 
 
 I, 
 
 Thebe is One God, but One alone. 
 
 He made all things in earth and Heaven ; 
 To Him all love and praise are due, 
 
 All worship must be given. 
 
 The little birds sing happy songs, 
 
 The flowers grow brightly everywhere ; 
 
 They do not know the Great Lokd God, 
 AVho made them all so fair. 
 
 But we are not like senseless flowers, 
 
 We are not like the little birds, 
 For we can love Him with our hearts. 
 
 And praise Him with our words. 
 
 ! if the Great Almighty God 
 
 Will hear the prayers that children pray. 
 
 If He will let us love His Name, 
 And serve Him dav bv dav ; 
 
44 HYMNS FOE LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 If we may turn and cling to Him, 
 Before Whose face the Angels fall, 
 
 Sure we must give Him our whole hearts, 
 And love Him best of all. 
 
Qttjz Etool maker. 
 
 rilKBK A COIl BESIDE ME.- IS.UAII 3EI.IV. S. 
 
 22 
 
22. 
 
 II. 
 
 There are strange countries far away 
 Where God's Xame is unknown, 
 
 Where children live who say their prayers 
 To gods of wood and stone. 
 
 But Christian children go to Church, 
 They kneel at home in prayer ; 
 
 And God, Who is a Spirit, hears 
 And answers everywhere. 
 
 11 is ear is open to their call, 
 
 In childhood, age. and youth, 
 And they must always worship Him 
 
 In spirit and in truth. 
 
 They must not think of other things. 
 
 Light toys or merry play, 
 When they are listening to God's Word, 
 
 Or kneeling down to pray. 
 
 For they who worship at Goo's throne. 
 
 With hearts so dull and dim, 
 Make idols of their foolish thoughts. 
 
 And love them more than Him. 
 
46 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 They may not kneel to any form, 
 Or picture that man paints, 
 
 Of Christ, or of His Mother dear, 
 Or of His blessed Saints. 
 
 They may not worship or bow down 
 To cross of stone or wood, 
 
 Though it be our redemption's sign,- 
 Such worship is not good. 
 
 For we must pray to GrOD alone, 
 Who is in Heaven on high, 
 
 Who is on earth with us unseen, 
 Who alwavs hears our crv. 
 
23. 
 
 III. 
 
 Hush ! little Christian child, 
 
 Speak not that Holy Name, 
 Xot with a laughing lip, 
 
 Not in thy playful game ; 
 For the great GrOD of all 
 
 lleareth each word we say, 
 He will remember it 
 
 In the great Judgment Day. 
 
 Hush ! for His hosts unseen 
 
 Are watching over thee ; 
 His Angels spread their wings, 
 
 Thy shelter kind to be. 
 Wilt thou with words profane, 
 
 Eash, and undutiful, 
 Scatter thine Angel guards, 
 
 Glorious and beautiful ': 
 
 Honour G-on's Holy Name, 
 
 Speak It with thought and care, 
 Sing to It holy hymns, 
 
 Breathe It in earnest prayer ; 
 But not with sudden cry. 
 
 In thy light joy op pain, 
 " God will hold guilty all 
 
 Who take His name in vain." 
 
Z\)t Courts of trjc Horn's |t?ottsc. 
 
 COMB LET IS WORSHIP AND PALT. DOWN— Ps X" 
 
 24 
 
2\. 
 
 IV. 
 Put the spade and wheel away ; 
 Do no weary work to-day ; 
 Let the way-worn horse g 
 And the field uncultured be ; 
 Leave the flail beside the corn. 
 All must rest on Sunday morn. 
 For the Lord. Who died to save. 
 
 ■ '-day from Joseph's grave, 
 And with rest and holy mirth. 
 AVe will keep His least on earth. 
 Hark — I hear the sweet Church bells. 
 And their quiet music tells. 
 How to keep Christ's holy day 
 In the happiest fittest way : 
 How His children here may meet. 
 All in saintly Bervic - 
 And in pre* I ! . rd. 
 
 Sing His praise, and hear His word : 
 With our fathers and our moth 
 With our - - - »nd our broth< b, 
 To the JhAy Church w< _ 
 The dear Church of high and low. 
 
 re the poor man meanly dr i 
 [8 as welcome as tin- 1 
 
50 HYMNS EOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 And the rich and poor may gather, 
 Kneeling to their common Father 
 Yes, onr risen Lord is there, 
 Listening kindly to our prayer, — 
 Thus should Christian people all 
 Hold their Master's festival ; 
 Thus with joyous rest and praise, 
 His Own children keep His days. 
 
©ur ILorti's obrtiicnrc. 
 
 Ami was SUBJECT in to THEM— S. LUKE ii. 51 
 
25. 
 
 y. 
 
 Little birds sleep sweetly 
 In their soft round nests, 
 
 Crouching in the cover 
 Of their mothers' breasts. 
 
 Little lambs lie quiet 
 All the summer night, 
 
 "With their old ewe mothers 
 Warm, and soft, and white. 
 
 But more sweet and quiet 
 
 Lie our little heads, 
 With our own dear mothers 
 
 Sitting by our beds. 
 
 And their soft sweet voices 
 Sing our hush-a-bies, 
 
 While the room grows darker 
 As we shut our eyes. 
 
 And we play at evening 
 Bound our father's knees, 
 
 Birds are not so merry. 
 Singing on the tv 
 
52 HYMNS TOR LITTLE CHILDBEK 
 
 Lambs are not so happy. 
 
 Mid the meadow flowers ; 
 They have play and pleasure, 
 
 But not love like ours. 
 
 But the heart that's loving-. 
 
 Works of love will do ; 
 Those who dearly cherish, 
 
 We must honour too : 
 
 To our father's teaching 
 Listen day by day, 
 
 And our mother's bidding 
 Cheerfully obey. 
 
 For when in His childhood 
 Our dear Lord was here, 
 
 He too was obedient 
 To His Mother dear. 
 
 And His little children 
 Must be good as He, 
 
 Gentle and submissive, 
 As He used to be. 
 
liillB 
 
 ©ur ILoro's example of meekness. 
 
 When HE was reviled reviled not again.— i S. Peter ii 23 
 
 26 
 
26. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Do not quarrel, do not chide ; 
 
 You must love each other : 
 Every comrade at your side 
 
 Is your Christian brother : 
 You have all been born anew ; 
 Love and peace are fit for you. 
 
 You became by that new birth 
 To the Lord most holy, 
 
 And His sainted ones on earth 
 Peaceful are and lowly. 
 
 Ye are Saints, and ye must be 
 
 Worthy of such company. 
 
 Give not back the hasty blow, 
 Though 'tis given wrongly ; 
 
 Let the foolish scoffer go, 
 
 Though he tempt thee strongly 
 
 Keep thy gentle Loud in mind, 
 
 Who was alwavs meek and kind. 
 
54 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 He gave back no angry word, 
 When they did offend Him ; 
 
 He that was the Angels' Lord, 
 Called none to defend Him, 
 
 Not when hated and abused, 
 
 Scorned, and spitted on, and bruised. 
 
 But He suffered patiently 
 Pain and cruel chiding : 
 
 Meek and patient you must be, 
 In His Church abiding : 
 
 Pride and anger would be shame 
 
 For the Saints who bear His Name. 
 
JDj£iS,/.4?4t~ \ 
 
 ©ttl Horo's ILrsson of Ennorrnrr. 
 
 AppROVlsr. OORSKLVBB Bl FVMHKSS. — IlCOB VI. 6 
 
 27 
 
27. 
 
 VII. 
 
 I loye the little snowdrop flower, 
 
 The first in all the year, 
 Without a stain upon its leaf, 
 
 So snowy white and clear. 
 
 I love a little modest child, 
 
 That speaketh quietly. 
 That blushes up to its blue eyes. 
 
 And hardly answers me. 
 
 I sometimes think the Church's Saints 
 Are flowers so fair and bright, 
 
 And that her little children are 
 Her snowdrops sweet and white. 
 
 For pure of heart and innocent, 
 
 And teachable, and mild, 
 And modest in its ways and words, 
 
 Should be a Christian child. 
 
 I do not like a loud rough tone, 
 
 A look too boldly set, 
 A greedy hand outstretched to seize 
 
 AVhatever it can cot. 
 
1 
 
 56 
 
 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 I'd rather meet with downcast eves. 
 Sweet voices low and faint ; 
 
 For gentleness and modesty 
 Become a little Saint. 
 
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 loam's &fjtft tJisrobcrrtJ. 
 
 THEN I rOTBTBD THEM AND TOOK Til EM. — JOSH I' A VII. 21. 
 
28. 
 vin. 
 
 Ox the goods that are not thine, 
 Little Christian, lav no finger ; 
 
 Bound thv neighbours' better things 
 Let no wistful glances linger. 
 
 Pilfer not the smallest thing, 
 
 Touch it not, howe'er thou need it, 
 
 Though the owner have enough, 
 Though he know it not, nor heed it. 
 
 Taste not the forbidden fruit, 
 Though resistance be a trial ; 
 
 Grasping hand and roving eye, 
 Early teach them self-denial. 
 
 L'pright heart and honest name 
 To the poorest are a treasure, 
 
 Better than ill-gotten wealth, 
 
 Better far than pomp and pleasure. 
 
 Poor and needy though thou art, 
 Gladly take what God has given, 
 
 With clean hand and humble heart. 
 Passing through the world to Heaven. 
 
29. 
 
 IX. 
 
 O Christian child! in Christ's Own Church 
 
 So late baptized and born anew, 
 Let all thy thoughts be upright thoughts, 
 
 Let all thy words be true. 
 
 The little lips that every day 
 
 Say prayers to God at morn and eve, 
 
 They were not made for wicked words, 
 That injure or deceive. 
 
 The hearts where God's great Spirit dwells, 
 To cleanse, and teach, and sanctify, 
 
 Should never think a wicked thought, 
 Should never frame a lie. 
 
 The Lord God sits in Heaven above, 
 The God Who is all pure and true, 
 
 And Ckeist our Lord is at His side, 
 Beholding all we do. 
 
 The wicked father of all lies. 
 
 Goes to and fro, and watches nigh, 
 And he rejoices when he gets 
 \ ( 'hrisrinn child to lie. 
 
60 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 You cannot see the Holy GTod, 
 Nor that bad spirit tempting you ; 
 
 But you can watch, and never speak 
 A word that is not true. 
 
 For Christ "Who looks into our hearts, 
 Sees all we think, hears all we say, 
 
 Will surely help us to be good, 
 If we but watch and pray. 
 
5. ^3aul labouring fottfj fjis ijantrs. 
 
 Not slothul in business— serving the LORD— Romans .\ii U 
 
 30 
 
30. 
 x. 
 
 Saw ye never in the meadows, 
 "Where your little feet did pass, 
 
 Down below, the sweet white daisies, 
 Growing in the long green grasa f 
 
 They are like to little children, 
 Children bred in lowly cot, 
 
 Who are modest, meek, and quiet, 
 And contented with their lot. 
 
 Saw you never lilac blossoms, 
 
 Or acacia white and red, 
 "Waving brightly in the sunshine, 
 
 On the tall trees overhead ? 
 
 They are like to other children, 
 Children of the high and great. 
 
 "Who are gracious, good, and gentle, 
 Serving Gon in their estate. 
 
 Christian children, high and lowly. 
 
 Try like little flowers to be, — 
 Day by day the tall tree-blossom 
 
 Gives to G-od its fragrance free. 
 
62 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 Day by day the little daisy 
 Looks up with his yellow eye, 
 
 Never murmurs, never wishes 
 It were hanging up on high. 
 
 GrOD has given each his station ; 
 
 Some have riches and high place, 
 Some have lowly homes and labour,- 
 
 All may have His precious Grace. 
 
 You must be content and quiet, 
 Your appointed stations in ; 
 
 For to envy, or to covet 
 
 Others' goods, is mortal sin. 
 
 And the air is just as pleasant, 
 And as bright the sunny sky, 
 
 To the daisy by the footpath, 
 
 As to flowers that bloom on high. 
 
 And GrOD loveth all His children, 
 Rich and poor, and high and low, 
 
 And they all shall meet in Heaven, 
 Who have served Him here below 
 
©antcPs Eraser. 
 
 11 K KM.ELtl) UPON HIS KNEES THREE TIMES 1 DAY.— DAN. VI 10. 
 
 .:, 
 
31. 
 
 raucr. 
 
 MY GOOD CHILD, KNOW THIS, THAT THOU AET NOT ABLE TO 
 DO THESE THINGS OF THYSELF, NOR TO WALK IN THE 
 COMMANDMENTS OF GOD, AND TO SEEVE HIM, WITH- 
 OUT HIS SPECIAL GEACE : WHICH THOU MUST 
 LEARN AT ALL TIMES TO CALL FOE BY 
 DILIGENT PEAYEE. 
 
 AVake, little child, the morn is gay, 
 
 The air is fresh and cool ; 
 But pause awhile, and kneel to pray, 
 Before you go to merry play. 
 
 Before you go to school. 
 
 Kneel down and speak the holy words, 
 
 GrOD loves your simple prayer, 
 Above the sweet songs of the birds, 
 The bleating of the gentle herds, 
 
 The flowers that scent the air. 
 
 And when the quiet evenings come, 
 
 And dewdrops wet the sod, 
 When bats and owls begin to roam, 
 And flocks and herds are driven home, 
 Then kneel again to God. 
 
64 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 Because you need Him day and night, 
 
 To shield you with His arm, 
 To help you always to do right, 
 To feed your soul and give it light, 
 And keep you safe from harm. 
 
32. 
 
 OUE FATHER WHICH AET IN HEAVEN. 
 
 Is there a little orphan child, 
 
 Father and mother gone, 
 Who deems himself quite desolate, 
 
 Left in the world alone ? 
 
 It is not so — while Christ's Own words, 
 
 On every lip are laid, 
 AYhile each a Father hath in Heaven, 
 
 To cheer him and to aid. 
 
 O ! let him seek the churchyard ground, 
 
 Some quiet summer even. 
 When calmly on his father's grave 
 
 Looks down the sunset heaven ; 
 
 And let him gaze on the blue sky. 
 
 And dry the tears that gather 
 In his dim eyes, and breathe a prayer 
 
 Unto his other Father. 
 
 Ye happier children, who below 
 
 Still share a father's love. 
 I vein ember earthly love is taught 
 To lead to things above. 
 
66 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 Eemember, when ye court his smile, 
 Or prattling climb his knee, 
 
 Ye have a Father ever near, 
 More kind, more good than he. 
 
 GTive Him a love as fond and free, 
 As fully trust His might, 
 
 Hold converse with Him day by day, 
 And with as great delight. 
 
 For household duties, loves, and joys, 
 Losses and cares are given, 
 
 To train the sons of GrOD to reach 
 Their Father's House in Heaven. 
 
33. 
 
 HALLOWED BE THY NAME. 
 
 Hallowed be our Father's Name, 
 
 In the hall and in the cot ; 
 Holy hearts, delight to honour, 
 
 Lips profane, repeat it not. 
 
 Hallowed be our Sayiour's Name, 
 Of the high and of the low ; 
 
 Every mouth declare His praises, 
 Every knee before Him bow. 
 
 Hallowed be the Spirit's Name, 
 Fount eternal, gentle Dove ; 
 
 Him all Christians inly cherish, 
 Hear His voice, and learn His love. 
 
 Hallow we our Father's Name, 
 We, His new-born little ones, 
 
 Love It, like obedient daughters, 
 Honour It like duteous sons. 
 
 Hallow we our Sayiour's Name, 
 Let our feet His temple tread, 
 
 Speak It there with praise and blessing, 
 Bowing with uncovered head. 
 
68 HYMNS FOB LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 Hallow we the Holt Ghost, 
 Let Him rule our hearts within, 
 
 Seek Him, hold Him, love Him better, 
 Every hour we strive with sin. 
 
 Ever hallowed be Thy Name, 
 
 Thereby called, and therein blessed, 
 
 Maker, Saviour, kind Renewer, 
 In Thee only we have rest. 
 
©ur 3Loro's Ecsson of ESSatcjjfulncss. 
 
 1 SAY L'NTO ALL WATCH. — S MaUK XIII. 3" 
 
 :-;i 
 
34 
 
 THY KINGDOM COME. 
 
 Why do we say, " Thy kingdom come ?" 
 Because our Ivixa is far away, 
 
 Aud till He come to us again, 
 We wait, and watch, and pray. 
 
 Because some hearts are cold and hard, 
 And some are traitors to His cause, 
 
 They do not honour the great 'King, 
 They will not keep His laws. 
 
 And we would see through all the earth 
 His holy Name beloYed alone, 
 
 And every knee in homage bowed 
 Before His kingly Throne. 
 
 The happy dead who rest with Him 
 Are ever praying the same prayer, 
 
 For when Christ's kingdom comes again 
 His Saints will all be there. 
 
 B ut if we say these solemn words, 
 And hope to share His triumph hour, 
 
 Our hearts must be His kingdom now. 
 Where He alone hath power. 
 
70 hym:n t s foe little childee:n\ 
 
 They must be holy, pure, aud true, 
 Obeyiug Cheist in every thing, 
 
 For they who own His gentle rule, 
 Can have no other king. 
 
 So shall our souls be ready found, 
 When from the country far away, 
 
 Our Ki^o returns in glory crowned, 
 To hail His Sovereign sway. 
 
©ur ILortTs Example of Submission. 
 
 Not My »iii, hit Thim UK DOM-:.- S. LiKt XXII 42 
 
 35 
 
35. 
 
 THY WILL BE DONE IN EABTH, AS IT IS IX HEAVEN. 
 
 The Angels stand around Thy Throne, 
 And wait Thy bidding every one, 
 
 As stars around the full bright moon, 
 Or clouds beneath the setting sun. 
 
 Fair creatures, beautiful and bright, 
 They do the will of God on high, 
 
 His ministers to us on earth, 
 
 Unseen their white wings gliding by. 
 
 And children, too, may do God's will, 
 Each in his lowly, earthly place ; 
 
 For Cheist hath said, " our Angels bright 
 Always behold the Father's Face." 
 
 Loud, when we say, " Thy will be done," 
 
 May heart to lip be ever true : 
 O give us grace to serve Thee here 
 
 As gladly as the Angels do. 
 
 Like Him, the lowly Child, Who dwelt 
 Where gleams the Galilean sea, 
 
 Whose meat it was to do Thy will, — 
 Our Guide, our Trust, our Pattern, He. 
 
72 HYMNS E0R LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 And if Thou send us pain or grief, 
 If loss or anguish e'er befall, 
 
 Still teach us though with quivering lip, 
 To say, " Thy will be done in all." 
 
 Thus did our Lord in anguish pray, 
 
 Saying, " Not My will, Lord, but Thine 
 
 So kneel we at our Father's Feet, 
 And all our wills to Him resign. 
 
©ur Eorti hztiin$ tfjt multttutic. 
 
 Who etVITH food to am. fi.ksh — Ps. CX.XXYI. 25 
 
 36 
 
36. 
 
 GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD. 
 
 The raven builds her nest on high, 
 
 The loud winds rock her craving brood, 
 
 The forest echoes to their cry ; 
 Who gives the ravens food ? 
 
 The lion goeth forth to roam 
 
 Wild sandy hills and plains among, 
 
 He leaves his little whelps at home : 
 Who feeds the lion's young ? 
 
 GrOD hears the hungry lions howl, 
 He feeds the raven hoarse and grey : 
 
 Cares He alone for beast and fowl ? 
 Are we less dear than they ? 
 
 Nay, Christian Child, kneel down and own 
 The hand that feeds thee day by day, 
 
 Nor careless with thy lip alone, 
 For " all things needful" pray. 
 
 GrOD made thy cottage home so dear, 
 Gave store enough for frugal fare ; 
 
 If richer homes have better cheer, 
 'Twas GrOD AVho sent it there. 
 
74 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 But better far than garners stored, 
 Than bread that honest toil may win, 
 
 Than blessings of the laden board, 
 The food He gives within. 
 
 The lion and the raven die, 
 
 They only ask life's common bread, 
 
 Our souls shall live eternally, 
 And they too must be fed. 
 
 Then not alone for earthly food, 
 
 Teach us with lisping tongue to pray 
 
 The heavenly meat that makes us good, 
 Lord, give us day by day. 
 
Ifosrpij anti Ijts brrtjjrcn. 
 
 FORGIVE, » Mi \ v: -ni W.I. BE FORI.IVKX. — S, Li K 1 \ l 3T 
 
37. 
 
 AND FORGIVE ES OER TRESPASSES, AS WE FOEGITE THEM: 
 THAT TRESPASS AGAINST ES. 
 
 When thou art kneeling down at night, 
 Beside thy mother's knee to pray. 
 
 And thinking over all thy sins, 
 Done through the busy day ; 
 
 Then call to mind thy brother's wrong, 
 To strife by angry passions driven, 
 
 And in thy heart forgive him all, 
 As thou wouldst be forgiven. 
 
 Go, throw thy little arms around 
 His neck, and kiss him tenderly, 
 
 Xor turn away with pouting lip. 
 And sullen tearful eye. 
 
 Thou hast sinned more against thy GrOD 
 Than ever brother did to thee ; 
 
 If He should turn away His face, 
 How wretched wouldst thou be. 
 
 Dost thou remember when thy Lord 
 Hung on His cruel Cross so long, 
 
 How in His agony He prayed 
 For those who did Him wrong? 
 
76 HYMNS EOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 They nailed His hands, they pierced His feet. 
 Their angry hearts no pity knew, 
 
 " Father, forgive them," was His cry, 
 " They know not what they do." 
 
 Go, seek thy little brother's side, 
 And press to his thy rosy cheek, 
 
 And whisper the forgiveness free 
 He is too prond to seek. 
 
 Then as the brightest ray from Heaven 
 Doth on the glittering dewdrop fall, 
 
 Thy penitence shall be received, 
 And God forgive thee all. 
 
JTfjc Hiri} ooung ittan's trial. 
 
 For III HAD cri-AT rossKSSIOXB — «. Matt. xi\. 22. 
 
 38 
 
38. 
 
 AND LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION. 
 
 Theee is a land where flowers are fair, 
 
 And pleasant paths run through the woods 
 
 But evil beasts are lurking there, 
 
 And there the pois'nous adder broods. 
 
 If we were in that land afar, 
 
 And for the sake of those sweet flowers, 
 Should wander where such dangers are, 
 
 A cruel doom would sure be ours. 
 
 More foolish he, who to the way 
 Of strong temptation turns his feet, 
 
 "Who listens what the wicked say, 
 Who looks on the forbidden sweet. 
 
 ! when we asked at morning hour 
 That God would make us good to-day, 
 
 And keep us from temptation's power, 
 Did heart and lip together pray ? 
 
 Not, if we seek the dangerous spot, 
 Where we are tempted most to sin, 
 
 If for a moment be forgot 
 
 Our tempter, and the strife within. 
 
HYMNS FOE, LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 He spreads his snares in every place, 
 His voice is sweet, his arm is strong ; — 
 
 Lord, keep us by Thy stronger Grace, 
 Nor let our wavering feet go wrong. 
 
©tir 3Lort torltocrs rjis tiisriplrs from trjc Storm. 
 
 isn. — S. Matt. Till. 25. 
 
 39 
 
39. 
 
 BUT DELIVER US FROM EVIL. 
 
 Child, ere thou wander forth to play, 
 Thy Lord's Own words be duly said, 
 That thou from sin and danger dread 
 
 Delivered be to-day. 
 
 The spirit dark that works within, 
 "Will whisper evil to thy heart, 
 "Will turn thee from the better part, 
 
 And tempt thy soul to sin. 
 
 Thou canst not tell what danger near, 
 "What sorrow never dreamed before, 
 This one short day may have in store, 
 
 AVhat sudden pain or fear. 
 
 As I have seen a boat go down, 
 In quiet waters suddenly, 
 "When not a wave was on the sea, 
 
 Nor in the sky a frown. 
 
 But happy still in all distress, 
 The child that to his father flies, 
 The heart that on its God relies 
 
 For strength and holiness. 
 
80 HYMNS EOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 God's glorious Angels watch him roimd, 
 God's Spirit on his soul is shed ; 
 In vain the tempter's snares are spread, 
 
 He walks on guarded ground. 
 
 Why should he dread misfortune's blast ? 
 Why should he tremble at the foe, 
 Or fear for pain, or shame, or woe ? 
 
 His heart is anchored fast. 
 
 Like lily flower that to and fro 
 Is tossed upon the waters wide, 
 What cares it for the changeful tide ? 
 
 Its root is firm below. 
 
Qabio's Sacrifice of praise. 
 
 AMD ALL Tilt PEOPLI s\Il> AMH I CBROU IM JO. 
 
 40 
 
40. 
 
 THEEEEOBE I SAT, AMEN, SO BE IT. 
 
 So be it, Loed ; the prayers are prayed. 
 
 But still we pause ou bended knee, 
 And lingering though the words are said, 
 
 Look fondly up to Thee. 
 
 So be it, Loed ; let nothing bad 
 Scatter our incense on the air, 
 
 No wandering thoughts that we have had 
 Arise to cloud our prayer. 
 
 So be it, Fathee : yet awhile 
 We hang upon Thy patient ear, 
 
 And in the brightness of Thy smile 
 A moment tarry here. 
 
 Like one who on a cloudy day 
 
 Has caught a glimpse of the blue sky. 
 
 And though the gleam have passed away. 
 Still looks with longing eye. 
 
 Or like a strain of music sweet, 
 
 That dies away in mountain ground, 
 
 Till one by one the hills repeat 
 The solitary sound ; 
 M 
 
82 HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 So dowD the full Church falls alone 
 The Pastor's voice ; it sinks, and then, 
 
 Sweet echo to that solemn tone, 
 We breathe our soft " Amen." 
 
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