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And here in lowly station
Didst suffer childhood's woes,
And feel each sharp temptation
Which even our childhood knows.

2 And, in thy manhood's meekness,
Thy hands were spread to bless
Sweet childhood's smiling weakness
With many a mild caress.

Young babes thou lov'dst to cherish,
As on a parent's knee;

Nor wouldst that one should perish,
But all be taught of thee.

3 Help then our weak endeavour
To make thy gospel known;
And seal, O Lord, for ever,

These little ones thine own.
Thy church's nurslings gather
Beneath thy sheltering wing;
Be thou their Friend, and Father,
Redeemer, Guide, and King.

John Moultrie. 1836.

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"I am the good shepherd."

1 SAVIOUR, like a shepherd lead us,
Much we need thy tender care;
In thy pleasant pastures feed us,
For our use thy fold prepare;
Blessed Jesus,

Thou hast bought us; thine we are.

2 We are thine, do thou befriend us;
Be the guardian of our way;

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Keep thy flock; from sin defend us;
Seek us when we go astray:
Blesséd Jesus,

Hear young children when they pray.

3 Thou hast promised to receive us,
Poor and sinful though we be;
Thou hast mercy to relieve us,
Grace to cleanse, and power to free:
Blesséd Jesus,

Let us early turn to thee.

4 Early let us seek thy favour,
Early let us do thy will:
Holy Lord, our only Saviour,
With thyself our bosoms fill:
Blessed Jesus,

Thou hast loved us, love us still.

Dorothy Ann Thrupp. 1830.

"The happy land."

1 THERE is a happy land,
Far, far away,

Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day.
O how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is our Saviour King,
Loud let his praises ring;
Praise, praise for aye.

2 Come to this happy land,
Come, come away;
Why will ye doubting stand?
Why still delay?

O we shall happy be,

When from sin and sorrow free

Lord, we shall live with thee;

Blessed, blessed for aye.

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3 Bright in that happy land
Beams every eye,

Kept by a Father's hand,
Love cannot die.

On then to glory run;

Be a crown and kingdom won;

And bright above the sun

Reign, reign for aye.

Andrew Young. 1838.

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“The things which God hath prepared for them that love him.”
1 THERE'S a Friend for little children,
Above the bright blue sky;
A Friend who never changeth,
Whose love will never die.
Unlike our friends by nature,
Who change with changing years,
This Friend is always worthy
The precious name he bears.

2 There's a rest for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
Who love the blesséd Saviour,
And Abba Father' cry:
A rest from every turmoil,
From sin and danger free;
Where every little pilgrim
Shall rest eternally.

3 There's a home for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
Where Jesus reigns in glory,
A home of peace and joy:
No home on earth is like it,
Or can with it compare,
For every one is happy,
Nor could be happier, there.

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4 There's a crown for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
And all who look for Jesus
Shall wear it by-and-by:
A crown of brightest glory,
Which he will then bestow
On all who found his favour,
And loved his name below.

Albert Midlane. 1860.

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"There was no room for him in the inn."

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 of lowly birth cam'st thou, Lord, on 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 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,

Thy cross is my only plea.

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

At thy coming to victory,

Let thy voice call me home, saying, 'Yet there is

room,

There is room at my side for thee;' And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus, When thou comest and callest for me.

Emily Elizabeth Steele Elliott. 1864.

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XXI.-MISSIONS.

"Come over and help us.”

1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile:
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown,
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.