I want to be like Jesus,

Engaged in doing good,

So that it may of me be said,

"She hath done what she could."

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MELODIES FOR CHILDHOOD.

CHRIST'S LOVE.

SEE the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands,
With all engaging charms;
Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in his arms!

Permit them to approach, he cries,
Nor scorn their humble name;
For 't was to bless such souls as these
The Lord of angels came.

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COME TO ME.

He'll lead us to the heavenly streams
Where living waters flow,

And guide us to the fruitful fields
Where trees of knowledge grow.

The feeblest lamb amidst the flock
Shall be its Shepherd's care;
While folded in the Saviour's arms,
We're safe from every snare.

SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMN-BOOK.

COME TO ME.

"LITTLE children, come to me;
This is what the Saviour said;

Little children, come and see

Where those blessed words are read.

Thus ye hear the Saviour speak:
"Come ye all, and learn of me,

I am gentle, lowly, meek;"

So should little children be.

When our Saviour from above

From his Father did descend,

Taken in his arms of love,

Children saw in him their friend.

LET THEM COME.

Jesus little children blessed;

Blest in innocence they are; Little children, thus caressed,

Praise him in your infant prayer!

LET THEM COME.

"LET them come, the little children,
To my fold and to my breast,"
Said the gentle, loving Saviour,
As the children round him pressed.

May we come, all false and sinning,
With our passions all aglow?
Did he welcome thus the children?
Would he meet and bless us so?

He can help us in our passion,-
Teach us how to turn away
From the power of each temptation
That would lead our lives astray.

But to have his smile and favor,-
To be called the Saviour's own,
We must all be true and tender,
Seeking, loving good alone.

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FOLLEN.

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FORGIVENESS.

Help us, help us, gentle Jesus!
We are very weak and small;
Stand between us and the evil;
Guide us through and over all.

We will struggle daily, hourly,
That we may by thee be blest :
To thy fold O let us enter!

Take us to thy loving breast.

FORGIVENESS.

WHEN, for some little insult given,
My angry passions rise,

I'll think how Jesus came from heaven,
And bore his injuries.

He was insulted every day,

Though all his words were kind;
But nothing men could do or say
Disturbed his heavenly mind.

Not all the wicked scoffs he heard,
Against the truths he taught,
Excited one reviling word,

Or one revengeful thought.

A. S.

JESUS.

And when upon the cross he bled,
With all his foes in view,

"Father, forgive their sins," he said;
"They know not what they do."

Dear Jesus, may I learn of thee
My temper to amend ;

And speak the pardoning word for me,

Whenever I offend.

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JANE TAYLOR

JESUS.

FEEBLE, helpless, how shall I
Learn to live, and learn to die?
Who, O God! my guide shall be?
Who shall lead thy child to thee?

Blessed Father, gracious one!
Thou hast sent thy holy Son;
He will give the light I need,
He my trembling steps will lead.

Through this world, uncertain, dim,

Let me ever lean on him;

From his precepts wisdom draw,
Make his life my solemn law.