118 TEACHING LITTLE CHILDREN. O when thy lisping tongue shall read May'st thou, a little child indeed, I'll move thine ear, I'll point thine eye — Great God, the Spirit! hear the sigh Break, with thy vital beam benign, MRS. VOKE. TEACHING LITTLE CHILDREN. O SAY not, think not, heavenly notes That the young mind at random floats, Was not our Lord a little child, THE PURE IN HEART. And loved he not of heaven to talk To meet them in his daily walk, And though some tones be weak and low, But cries of babes, that cannot know In his own words we Christ adore; And yet his words mean more than they, And yet he owns their praise; O, think not that he turns away THE PURE IN HEART. BLEST are the pure in heart, 119 KEBLE. 120 THE CHILD AND THE ANGELS. Still to the lowly soul He doth Himself impart, And for His temple and His throne Selects the pure in heart. KEBLE THE CHILD AND THE ANGELS. THE Sabbath's sun was setting low, Amidst the clouds at even; "Our Father," breathed a voice below, Father, who art in heaven." Beyond the earth, beyond the clouds, "Thy kingdom come," still from the ground, That child-like voice did pray; "Thy kingdom come," God's hosts resound, Far up the starry way. "Thy will be done," with little tongue, 66 That lisping love implores; Thy will be done," the angelic throng GOD OUR FATHER. "Forever," still those lips repeat, Their closing evening prayer; "Forever," floats in music sweet, High 'midst the angels there." 121 CHARLES SWAIN. GOD OUR FATHER. WE are not orphans on the earth, Even he who lit the stars of old, Whose works and ways are manifold, - There comes no change upon his years, No failure to his hand; His love will lighten all our cares, May Christ who for our sakes the gloom Bring us all safe at last to him, — SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. YEA, fear not, fear not little ones; That looks with yearning fondness down 'Tis He who guides the sparrow's wing, Who hears the ravens when they cry, 'Tis He who clothes the field with flowers, "T is He who numbers all your hours, |