JESUS, tender Shepherd, hear me !
Bless thy little lamb to-night!

Through the darkness be Thou near me,
Watch my sleep till morning light!

All this day Thy hand has led me,-
O, I thank Thee for Thy care;

Thou hast clothed me, warmed and fed me,-
Listen to my evening prayer.

Let

my sins be all forgiven!

Bless the friends I love so well! Take me, when I die, to heaven, Happy there with Thee to dwell!

M. L. DUNCAN.

SUFFER THE LITTLE CHILDREN.

GOD, who hath made the daisies,

And every lovely thing;

He will accept our praises,

And hearken while we sing.
He says (though we are simple,
Though ignorant we be),

"Suffer the little children,

And let them come to Me."

Though we are young and simple,
In praise we may be bold;
The children in the temple,

He heard in days of old.
And if our hearts are humble,
He says to you and me,
"Suffer the little children,

And let them come to Me."

But sees the heart's low breathings, says (well pleased to see),

And