3 To come with humbleness of mind,
With simple faith, and earnest prayer;
To seek Thy precious cross, and find
Joy from salvation there.

Oh! set our sin-born spirits free,
And suffer us to come to Thee.

4 To come while we are young,

While life, and joy, and hope run high; To come in sorrow's darkest day,

To come when death is nigh.
Oh! then, our Guide and Guardian be,
And suffer us to come to Thee.

THE CHILD'S CONFESSION.

1 I AM but a little child,
Very careless, very wild;
And my heart does oft rebel,
Yet I love
my Saviour well.

2 Sin defiles me; but I know

He can wash me white as snow.
I shall live where angels dwell,
If I love my Saviour well.

3 Blessed Lord, from all alarms

Keep Thy lamb within Thine arms;

That my life and death may tell

That I love

my Saviour well.

THE HEAVENLY HOME.

1 I HAVE a dear and happy home,
And much my home I love;
But yet I know there is for me
A better home above.

There sin and sorrow cannot come,
Or thought of pain and care:
God wipes the tears from every face,
And all are happy there.

2 No angry passions there are felt,
Nor quarrels ever come;
For every heart is full of love,
Within that happy home.

They praise with joy the Saviour's name,
His glorious likeness bear;

They love Him with a perfect love,

For all are holy there.

3 Lord, make me now a holy child, My sinful soul renew;

For Thou didst shed Thy precious blood,

That I might enter too.

Then when my work on earth is done,

A place for me prepare;

And take me to that happy home,

To dwell for ever there.

FOR HOLINESS.

1 HEAVENLY Father! look on me,
A weak and sinful little one;
Hear me when I pray to Thee,
For the sake of Christ Thy Son.
2 I've a naughty heart within,

And there's nothing in me good;
When I try to leave my sin,

I cannot do the things I would.

3 Often I'm an idle child,

And will not learn what I am taught; Or I'm passionate and wild,

And indulge some angry thought. 4 Though I know that Jesus died

To save my sinful soul from hell,
Yet, though I have often tried,

I cannot love and serve Him well.
5 Father! send Thy Spirit down,
May He cleanse my naughty heart,
Help Thy sinful little one,

Make me holy as Thou art.
6 Teach me with my sin to strive,
And when this short life is o'er,
Take my soul with Thee to live;
I shall grieve Thee then no more.

TO JESUS.

1 BLESSED Jesus! wilt Thou hear us, Little children though we be? Saviour, wilt Thou now be near us,

While we try to sing to Thee?
Thou hast bid us not to fear ;-
Bring the little children near.

2 Thou, O God, to us hast given
All the comforts we possess:
Though Thou art so high in heaven,
Children still Thou lov'st to bless :
Little children, then, may raise
Hymns of joy and thankful praise.
3 We have often heard the story

Of Thy great and wondrous love, How Thou left'st the world of glory, And Thy Father's house above, Came to suffer and to die,

For such little ones as I.

4 We had sinn'd so very often,
And so very wicked been,
Nothing else our hearts could soften,
Nothing else could make us clean;
Nothing but Thy precious blood
Could have brought us back to God.

5 Oh, how very meek and lowly
Little children, then, should be;
When the Son of God most holy
Came, a little child like me:
Thou didst suffer grief and shame,
Like a meek and quiet lamb.

6 May our sins be all forgiven;
Take our naughty hearts away;
Bring us all at last to heaven,
Ever there with Thee to stay.
There may we, Thy children, raise
Hymns of joy and perfect praise.

BROTHERLY LOVE.

BE you to others kind and true,
As 'd have others be to you;
you

And neither do nor say to men,
Whate'er you would not take again.

GOD CARES FOR ALL.

1 WHO taught the bird to build her nest Of softest wool, and hay, and moss? Who taught her how to weave it best, And lay the tiny twigs across?