A HUMBLE MIND.

SINCE I am a little child,
Humble I should be and mild;
Always ready to be taught
And to do the things I ought.

When I cannot have my way,
I must no ill-will display;
But must learn to bend my will,
And be kind and gentle still.

Pride and anger I must shun,
Nor be rude to any one;
Evil tempers must not rise
To offend God's holy eyes.

Lord, Thy help and grace I seek,
Make me humble, modest, meek;
Poor in spirit may I be,

And submit myself to Thee.

THE CHILD'S RESOLVE.

I HAVE an evil heart within,
A heart that's often prone to sin:
What can a feeble infant do,
His naughty tempers to subdue?

This will I do when first I find
An evil thought within my mind,
go to Jesus, and I'll say,
"Lord, take this sinful thought away."

I'll

Does not the name of Jesus mean
One that has power to save from sin?
O Lamb of God! take mine away,
And give me a new heart, I pray.

THE BEST USE OF A PENNY.

SHOULD you wish to be told the best use of a penny,
I'll tell you a way that is better than any:
Not on apples, or cakes, or playthings to spend it,
But over the seas to the heathen to send it.
Come listen to me, and I'll tell, if you please,
Of some poor little children far over the seas.

Their skins are quite black, for our God made them thus;
But He made them with bodies and feelings like us:

A soul, too, that never will die, has been given,

And there's room for black children with Jesus in heaven.
But who will now tell of such good things as these
To the poor little heathen far over the seas?

Poor children in this land are well off indeed:

They have schools every day, where they sing, sew, and read
Their church, too, on Sunday, and pastor to teach
How the true way to heaven through Jesus to reach.
Yet, sad to remember, there are few of these

For the poor little heathen far over the seas.

Poor blacks have few schools to learn reading and singing
No Sunday for them with its cheerful bell-ringing ;
And most little blacks have no Bibles to read.
Poor little black children, you're ill off indeed!
But one penny each week will procure some with ease
For the poor little heathen far over the seas.

Oh! think, then, of this when a penny is given,
"I can help a poor black on his way home to heaven."
Then give it to Jesus, and He will approve,

Nor scorn e'en a mite, if 'tis offered in love.

And oh! when in prayer you to Him bend your knees, Remember your brethren far over the seas.

Lady Wriothesley Russell

CONVALESCENT.

I PRAY'D to God; He heard my prayer,
And made a little child his care:

When I was sick He heal'd my pain,
And gave me health and strength again.
Oh, let me now His grace implore,
And love and praise Him evermore.

CHRIST AN EXAMPLE.

JESUS CHRIST, my Lord and Saviour,
Once became a child like me;
Oh, that in my whole behaviour,
He my pattern still might be!

All my nature is unholy,

Pride and passion dwell within ; But the Lord was meek and lowly, And was never known to sin.

While I'm often vainly trying
Some new pleasure to possess,
He was always self-denying,
Patient in His worst distress.

Let me never be forgetful
Of His precepts any more:
Idle, passionate, and fretful,
As I've often been before.

Help me by Thy Word to measure
Every deed and every thought,
Thinking it my greatest pleasure
There to learn what Thou hast taught.

Taylor.

CHRIST'S LOVE.

CHRIST is merciful and mild;
He was once a little child;
He, whom heavenly hosts adore,
Lived on earth among the poor.

Every bird can build its nest;
Foxes have their place of rest;
He by whom the world was made
Had not where to lay his head.

He who is the Lord most high,
He was poorer far than I,
That I might hereafter be
Rich to all eternity.

THE LORD'S DAY.

THIS is the day when Christ arose
So early from the dead;

Why should I keep my eyelids closed,
And waste my hours in bed?

This is the day when Jesus broke
The powers of death and hell;
And shall I still wear Satan's yoke,
And love my sins so well?

To-day with pleasure Christians meet
To pray and hear Thy Word;
And I would go with cheerful feet
To learn Thy will, O Lord.

I'll leave my sport to read and pray,

And so prepare for heaven;

Oh, may I love this blessed day,

The best of all the seven!

Watts.

Taylor.