2 I wish that His hands 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." 3 Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may 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, 4 In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare For all who are washed and forgiven: And many dear children shall be with Him there, For of such is the kingdom of heaven. 5 But thousands and thousands who wander and fall, Never heard of that heavenly home, I wish they could know there is room for them all, And that Jesus has bid them to come. To leave Thy home in heav'n to guard 2 I cannot feel Thee touch my hand, 3 But I have felt Thee in my thoughts, Rebuking sin for me; And when my heart loves God, I know 4 And when, dear Saviour, I kneel down, 5 Yes, when I pray, Thou prayest too: But when I sleep, Thou sleepest not, 775 F. W. Faber. LORD, this day Thy children meet 2 Not alone the day of rest 3 Help us unto Thee to pray, 4 All our pleasures here below, 5 Make, O Lord, our childhood shine We shall live in heaven with Thee. 7s. W. W. How. 776 C. M. 81. THE roseate hues of early dawn, 2 The highest hopes we cherish here, 3 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope, And grace to lead us higher; But there are perfectness and peace, Oh, by Thy love and anguish, Lord! Oh, that we fall not from Thy grace, 777 Mrs. C. F. Alexander. O PARADISE, O Paradise, 8,6,8,6,6,6,6,6. Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land Where loyal hearts and true Stand ever in the light, All rapture, thro' and thro', 2 O Paradise, O Paradise, 3 O Paradise, O Paradise, 4 O Paradise, O Paradise, 5 O Paradise, O Paradise, The special place my dearest Lord 6 Lord Jesus, King of Paradise, 778 Where loyal hearts, etc. F. W. Faber. H. A. & M. ALLELUIA, Song of sweetness, Ever dear to choirs on high; 8s, 7s. 61. 2 Alleluia thou resoundest, All thy children sing with thee; 3 Alleluia cannot always Be our song while here below; Make us for a while forego; When our tears for sin must flow. 4 Therefore in our hymns we pray Thee, Grant us, blessed Trinity, At the last to see Thy glory Anon. (Latin, 11th Cent.) Tr. J. M. Neale. 779 H. A. & M. BLESSED city, heavenly Salem, 8s, 7s. 61. 2 From celestial realms descending, 3 Bright thy gates of pearl are shining, |