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ORD, I have passed another day, And come to thank Thee, for Thy care; Forgive my faults, in work and play, And listen to my evening prayer. 2 Thy favour gives me daily bread, And friends, who all my wants supply; And safely now I rest my head, Preserv'd and guarded by Thine eye. 3 Look down in pity, and forgive Whate'er I've said or done amiss; And help me every day I live To serve Thee better than in this. 4 Now, while I speak, be pleased to take A helpless child beneath Thy care; And condescend, for Jesus' sake, To listen to my evening prayer.

VI. SCRIPTURE EXAMPLES AND FACTS.

80.

I

Children Coming to Jesus.

P.M.

THINK when I read that sweet story of old,
When Jesus was here among men,

How He called little children, as lambs, to
His fold,

I should like to have been with them then. I wish that His hand had been placed on my head,

That His arm had been thrown around me,

And that I might have seen His kind look when He said

"Let the little ones come unto Me."

2 If Jesus were here, and would smile on my song, When to love Him and praise Him I tried, With sweetest hosannas I'd join in the throng, And would press myself close to His side. And if they should chide me, or send me away, I would cling to His sheltering knee;

And I'd tell them the words He Himself once did say

"Let the little ones come unto Me."

3 Yet still to the footstool of mercy I'll go,
And ask for a share of His love;
And if I thus earnestly seek Him below,
I shall see Him and hear Him above,
In that beautiful place He has gone to
For all who are washed and forgiven;
And many dear children are gathering there,
"For of such is the kingdom of heaven."

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4 But thousands and thousands, who wander and Never heard of that beautiful home; [fall, I should like them to know there is room for them all,

And that Jesus has bid them to come.
I so long for the joy of that glorious time,
The sweetest, and brightest, and best,
When the dear little children of every clime
Shall crowd to His arm sand be blest.

81.

The Widow's Son.

C.M.

A

WIDOW'D mother lost her son,
She had no son beside;

He was her loved, her only one,

And he fell sick and died.

2 And many a friend shed many a tear,
But none had power to save;
They placed the body on the bier,
To bear it to the grave.

3 When lo! a company appears,
A band by Jesus led!-
Jesus can dry the mourner's tears
Jesus can raise the dead!

4 His heart, with tender pity moved, Felt for the widow's grief; "Weep not," He said, and soon He proved His hand could give relief.

5 He touch'd the bier,-the mourner's eyes Are fix'd upon the Lord; "Young man, I say to thee, Arise!" Is His almighty word.

6 He rises up,-he speaks,

he lives;

No tear need now be shed;

Christ to the widow'd mother gives
The child she mourn'd as dead.

82.

1

The Box of Ointment.

SHE loved her Saviour, and to Him
Her costliest present brought;
To crown His head, or grace His name,
No gift too rare she thought.

C.M.

2 And though the prudent worldling frown'd,
And thought the poor bereft,
Christ's humble friend sweet comfort found,
For he approved the gift.

3 So let the Saviour be ador'd,
And not the poor despis'd;
Give to the hungry from your hoard,
But all, give all to Christ.

4 The poor are always with us here;
'Tis our great Father's plan,
That mutual wants and mutual care
May bind us, man to man.

5 Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind,
Give to the weary rest;

For sorrow's children comfort find,
And help for all distrest:

6 But give to Christ alone thy heart,
Thy faith, thy love supreme;
Then for His sake thine alms impart,
And so, give all to Him.

83.

Christ Stilling the Tempest.

A

LITTLE ship was on the sea,
It was a pretty sight;
It sail'd along so pleasantly,
And all was calm and bright.

2 When lo! a storm began to rise,
The wind grew loud and strong;
It blew the clouds across the skies,
It blew the waves along.

3 And all, but One, were sore afraid
Of sinking in the deep;
His head was on a pillow laid,
And He was fast asleep.

4 Master, we perish !-Master, save!
They cried,-their Master heard!
He rose, rebuked the wind and wave,
And still'd them with a word.

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5 He to the storm says," Peace, be still!"
The raging billows cease;
The mighty winds obey His will,
And all are hush'd to peace.

6 O! well we know it was the Lord,
Our Saviour and our Friend;

Whose care of those who trust His word
Will never, never end.