O Christ, prepare Thy children, With that triumphant throng, To pass the burnished portals, And sing the eternal song.

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J. L. DANIEL.

"Ye are not your own."-1 Cor. vi. 19. ET children proclaim

1 Their Saviour and King;

To Jesu's great name,
Hosannas we sing:
Our best adoration
To Jesus we give,
Who purchased salvation
For us to receive.

2 The meek Lamb of God
From heaven came down,
To ransom with blood,

And make us His own:
And Him without ceasing
We all shall proclaim,
And ever be blessing

Our Jesu's great name.

3 To Him will we give
Our earliest days,
And thankfully live

To publish His praise:
Our lives shall confess Him
Who came from above:
Our tongues e er bless Him,
And tell of His love.

CHARLES WESLEY.

76.76.76.76.

"Blessed is He that cometh in the name of the Lord."-Matt. xxi. 9.

WH HEN His salvation bringing

To Zion Jesus came,

The children all stood singing
Hosanna to His name.
Nor did their zeal offend Him,
But as He rode along

He bade them still attend Him,
And smiled to hear their song.

2 Then since the Lord retaineth
His love for children still,
Though now as King He reigneth,
On Zion's heavenly hill,
We'll flock around His banner

Who sits upon the throne,

And sing aloud, Hosanna!

To David's royal Son!

8 For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer's praise,
The stones our silence shaming,
Would their hosannas raise.
But should we only render
The tribute of our words?
No, while our hearts are tender,
They, too, shall be the Lord's.

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JOSHUA KING.

76.76.76.76.

"Hosanna in the highest."-Matt.
xxi, 9.

HOSANNA! loud hosanna!
The little children sang:

Through pillared court and temple
The glorious anthem rang;
To Jesus who had blessed them,
Close folded to His breast,
The children sang their praises,
The simplest and the best.
2 From Olivet they followed,
'Midst an exultant crowd,
Waving the victor palm branch,
And shouting clear and loud;
Bright angels joined the chorus
Beyond the cloudless sky-
"Hosanna in the highest:
Glory to God on high!"

3 Fair leaves of silvery olive

They strewed upon the ground, . Whilst Salem's circing mountains Echoed the joyful sound;

4

The Lord of men and angels Rode on in lowly state,

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Nor scorned that little children
Should on His bidding wait.
"Hosanna in the highest!'
That ancient song we sing;
For Christ is our Redeemer,

The Lord of heaven our King.
Oh! may we ever praise Him
With heart, and life, and voice,.,
And in His blissful presence
Eternally rejoice!

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J. THRELFALL.

1 HOSANNA we sing, like the children

In the olden days when the Lord lived

here;

He blessed little children, and smiled

on them, When they chanted His praise in 2 Alleluia we sing, like the children bright [raiment white; With their harps of gold and their As they follow their Shepherd with loving eyes [paradise. Through the beautiful valleys of 8 Hosanna we sing, for He bends His ear, And rejoices the hymns of His own to hear; [wax cold We know that His heart will never To the lambs that He feeds in His earthly fold.

4 Alleluia we sing in the Church we love, Alleluia resounds in the Church above; To Thy little ones, Lord, may such grace be given,

That we lose not our part in the song of heaven.

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G. S. HODGES.

"I am a little child: I know not how to go out, or come in."-1 Kings iii. 7. YOUNG children once to Jesus came, His blessing to entreat;

And I may humbly do the same
Before His mercy-seat.

2 For when their feeble hands were spread,

And bent each infant knee,
"Forbid them not," the Saviour said:
And so He says to me.

8 Though now He is not here below,
But on His heavenly hill,
To Him may little children go,
And seek a blessing still

4 Well pleased those little ones to see, The dear Redeemer smiled:

Oh, then He will not frown on me,
A poor unworthy child.

5 If babes, so many years ago,
His tender pity drew,

He will not surely let me go
Without a blessing too.

6 Then while, this favour to implore,
My youthful hands are spread,
Do Thou Thy sacred blessing pour,
Dear Jesus, on my head.

JANE TAYLOR,

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"Jesus called a little child unto Him."-Matt. xviii. 2.

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, [then.

I should like to have been with them I wish that His hands had been placed on my head, [around me; That His arm had been thrown And that I might have seen His kind look when He said,

Let the little ones come unto Me. 2 Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go,

And ask for a share in His love; And if I now earnestly seek Him below, I shall see Him and hear Him above, In that beautiful place He is gone to prepare,

For all that are washed and forgiven: And many dear childen are gathering there,

For of such is the kingdom of heaven. 3 But thousands and thousands, who wander and fall,

Never heard of that heavenly home; I should like them to know there is room for them all,

And that Jesus has bid them to come. I long for the joy of that glorious time, The sweetest, the brightest, and best; When the dear little children of every

clime

4 Babes may still His blessing share; Lambs are His peculiar care; He will in His bosom bear

Little ones, like me.

5 Saviour, on my infant head
Let Thy gracious hand be laid,
While I do as Thou hast said,
Coming unto Thee.

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JANE E. LEESON.

76.76.76.76.

"Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings Thou hast perfected praise.”Matt. xxi. 16.

WE

E bring no glittering treasures,
No gems from earth's deep mine;
We come, with simple measures,
To chant Thy love divine.
Children, Thy favours sharing,
Their voice of thanks would raise,
Father, accept our offering,

Our song of grateful praise.
2 The dearest gift of heaven,
Love's written word of truth,
To us is early given,

To guide our steps in youth.
We hear the wondrous story,
The tale of Calvary,
We read of homes in glory,

From sin and sorrow free.

3 Redeemer, grant Thy blessing,
Oh, teach us how to pray!
That each, Thy fear possessing,
May tread life's onward way.
Then, where the pure are dwelling,
We'll hope to meet again;

And, sweeter numbers swelling,
For ever praise Thy name.

I'll be a Shepherd to these lambs,
O drive them not away;
For if their hearts to Me they give,
They shall with Me in glory live:

Suffer little children to come unto
Me.

3 How kind was our Saviour

To bid those children welcome;
But there are many thousands

Who have never heard His name;
The Bible they have never read,
They know not that the Saviour said,
Suffer little children to come unto
Me.

4 O soon may the heathen,
Of every tribe and nation,
Fulfil Thy blessed word,

And cast their idols all away;
O shine upon them from above,
And show Thyself a God of love,
Teach the little children to come
unto Thee.

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W. M. HUTCHINGS.

C.M.

"I am the way, the truth, and the life."-John xiv. 6.

1 THOU art the Way; by Thee alone From sin and death we flee; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee.

2 Thou art the Truth; Thy word alone True wisdom can impart :

Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the Life; the rending tomb
Proclaims Thy conquering arm;
And those who put their trust in Thee,
Nor death nor hell shall harm.

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life; Grant us that way to know,

That truth to keep, that life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.

GEORGE W. DOANE.

How Christ, the King of glory, Once deigned with man to dwell. 2 We sing a holy Jesus;

No taint of sin defiled
The Babe of David's city,-

The pure and stainless child:
O teach us, blessed Saviour,
Thy heavenly grace to seek,
And let our whole behaviour,

Like Thine, be mild and meek.

3 We sing a lowly Jesus,

No kingly crown He had;
His heart was bowed with anguish,
His face was marred and sad;

In deep humiliation

He came, His work to do;
O Lord of ur salvation,

Let us be humble too.

4 We sing a mighty Jesus,

Whose voice could raise the dead;
The sightless eyes He opened,
The famished souls He fed.
Thou camest to deliver

Mankind from sin and shame;
Redeemer and Life-giver,

We praise Thy holy name!

5 We sing a coming Jesus;

The time is drawing near,
When Christ with all His angels
In glory shall appear;

Lord, save us, we entreat Thee,
In this Thy day of grace,
That we may gladly meet Thee,
And see Thee face to face.

4 There is no voice like the voice of Jesus, Ah! how sweet its chime!

Like the musical ring of some rushing spring

In the summer time.

5 Might we hear that sweet voice of Jesus, Ŏ might we never roam

Till our souls should rest in peace on His breast,

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In the heavenly home.

W. E. LITTLEWOOD.

10.8.10.8.88.

"Though He was rich, yet for your
sakes He became poor."-
2 Cor. viii. 9.

1 THOU didst leave Thy throne and thy kingly crown

When Thou camest to earth for me: But in Bethlehem's home was there found no room

For Thy holy nativity.

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
There is room in my heart for
Thee.

2 Heaven's arches rang when the angels sang,

Proclaiming Thy royal degree;

But in lowly birth Thou didst come to earth,

And in great humility:

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
There is room in my heart for
Thee.

3 The foxes found rest, and the birds had their nest

In the shade of the cedar tree:
But Thy couch was the sod, O Thou
Son of God,

In the deserts of Galilee.

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
There is room in my heart for
Thee.

4 Thou camest, O Lord, with the living word

That should set Thy people free; But with mocking scorn, and with crown of thorn,

They bore Thee to Calvary:

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
There is room in my heart for
Thee.

5 When heaven's arches shall ring and her choir shall sing

At Thy coming to victory,

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x. 11.

VAS there ever kindest shepherd Half so gentle, half so sweet, As the Saviour who would have us Come and gather round His feet? 2 There is welcome for the sinner,

There are graces for the good;
There is mercy with the Saviour,
There is healing in His blood.
3 There is plentiful redemption

In the blood that has been shed;
There is joy for all the members
In the sorrows of the Head.

4 For the love of God is broader

Than the measures of man's mind: And the heart of the Eternal

Is most wonderfully kind.

5 If our love were but more simple,

We should take Him at His word; And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of our Lord.

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FREDERICK W. FABER.

87.87.87.87.

"These things were written of Him."-John xii. 16.

1 WHAT a strange and wondrous story

From the book of God is read,
How the Lord of life and glory
Had not where to lay His head;
How He left His throne in heaven,
Here to suffer, bleed, and die,
That my soul might be forgiven,
And ascend to God on high.

2 While I bless the hand which gave me
Life and wealth, and all things here,
O may He who died to save me,
To my soul be very dear.

Jesus Christ, my Lord, and Saviour,
Let me not ungrateful be;

Let my words and my behaviour
Prove I love and honour Thee.

3 Father, let Thy Holy Spirit

Still reveal a Saviour's love,

And prepare me to inherit

Glory, where He reigns above. There with saints and angels dwelling, May I that great love proclaim, And with them be ever telling All the wonders of His name.

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DOROTHY A. THRUPP.

65.65.65.65.

"The love of Christ which passeth knowledge."-Eph. iii. 19.

1 HOW kind is the Saviour!

How great is His love!

To bless little children
He came from above:

He left holy angels,

And their bright abode,
To dwell here with children,
And teach them the road.
2 He wept in the garden,
And died on the tree,
To open a fountain,

For sinners like me :
His blood is that fountain,
Which pardon bestows,
And cleanseth the foulest
Wherever it flows.

3 He went back to glory,

But left us His word,
Which oft from our teachers
And pastors we've heard.
He sends forth His Spirit,
Our hearts to inflame
With joy in His service,

And love to His name.

4 O, help us, blest Jesus,

More sweetly to praise,
And walk in Thy footsteps
The rest of our days;
Then raise us, dear Saviour;
To taste of Thy love,
And praise Thee for ever
With children above.