AN EVENING HYMN.-C. M. I'll sing my Maker's praise; But how my childhood runs to waste! Shepherd of souls! who dost not sleep, With cheerful heart I close mine eyes, JESUS ONCE A CHILD. And was my Saviour once a child, And was He humble, meek, and mild, Oh! why did not the Son of God And why not leave His fair abode To come with power and might? Because He came not here to reign, He came to save our souls from sin, And did the Son of God most high And did that blessed Saviour die And did my Saviour freely give What did he die that we might live?' Accept, O ever blessed Lord! An infant's humble praise; CHILDREN IN HEAVEN.-C. M. P. Around the throne of God in heaven A holy happy band. Singing glory, glory, glory. In flowing robes of spotless white, See every one arrayed; Dwelling in everlasting light, And joys that never fade. Singing, &c. Once they were little ones like you, And could not praise, as now they do, Singing, &c. What brought them to that world above That heaven so bright and fair; Where all is peace, and joy, and love— How came those children there? Singing, &c. Because the Saviour shed His blood, To wash away their sin; Bathed in that pure and precious flood, Singing, &c. On earth they sought the Saviour's grace, So now they see His blessed face, And stand before the Lamb. Singing, &c. ANNE HOULDITCH. MY VOICE SHALT THOU HEAR IN THE MORNING.-L. M. Awake, my soul, and with the sun, Thy precious time misspent, redeem; In conversation be sincere ; Keep conscience as the noontide clear. Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, All praise to Thee who safe has kept, Lord, I my vows to Thee renew, Disperse my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill. Direct, control, suggest, this day, That all my powers, with all their might, Praise God from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. BE KIND. Be kind to thy father, for when thou wert young, He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue, Be kind to thy father, for now he is old, Be kind to thy mother, for lo! on her brow Oh! well may'st thou cherish and comfort her now, With accents of kindness, then cheer her lone way, Be kind to thy brother, his heart will have dearth The flowers of feeling will fade at their birth An ornament purer and richer by far Than the pearls from the depths of the sea. Be kind to thy sister, not many may know The wealth of the ocean lies fathoms below |