FAIN, O my child, I'd have thee know, And teach thee feeble strains below, 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, "Our Father," breathed a voice below, - 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, That lisping love implores ; "Thy will be done," the angelic throng Sing from the heavenly shores. |