136 OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN. "OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN." GREAT God, and wilt thou condescend Art thou my Father? Canst thou bear Art thou my Father? Let me be Art thou my Father? I'll depend Art thou my Father? Then at last, JANE TAYLOR. II. THE GOOD SHEPHERD. SWEDISH MOTHER'S HYMN. BY FREDERIKA BREMER. THERE sitteth a dove, so white and fair. And she listeneth how to Jesus Christ Lightly she spreads her friendly wings, And back she comes from Heaven's gate, And brings that dove so mild ! — From the Father in heaven who hears her speak A blessing on every child. Then children lift up a pious prayer, — It hears whatever you say, That heavenly dove, so white and fair, All on the lily spray. TRANS. BY MISS MARY HOWITT. 138 THE INFANT JESUS. "COME UNTO ME." As children once to Christ were brought, And as so many years ago Then while, this favor to implore, HYMNS FOR INFANT MINDS. THE INFANT JESUS. WHAT lovely infant can this be, THE INFANT JESUS. Who is that lady kneeling by, What man is that who seems to smile 'Tis holy Joseph, good and true; The infant makes him happy too. Who makes the crib so bright and dear? Who are these people kneeling down, With crooked sticks, and hands so brown? The shepherds; on the mountain-top The little angels woke them up. The ox and ass, how still and mild They stand beside the holy child; They warm so kindly with their breath. Hail, holy cave! though dark thou be, 139 140 HYMN. THE CHILDREN'S DESIRE. I THINK, when I read the sweet story of old,- And that I might have seen his kind look, when he said, "Let the little ones come unto me." Yet still to his footstool in faith I may go, HYMN. I WANT to be like Jesus, So lovely and so meek; For no one marked an angry word, |