PRAISE FOR MERCIES.

Lord, I would own thy tender care,
And all thy love to me;

The food I eat, the clothes I wear,
Are all bestowed by thee.

And thou preservest me from death
And dangers every hour;
I cannot draw another breath,
Unless thou give me power.

My health, my friends, and parents dear,
To me by God are given;

I have not any blessings here,

But what are sent from heaven.

Such goodness, Lord, and constant care,

A child can ne'er repay;

But may it be my daily prayer
To love thee and obey.

CHILDREN'S PRAISES.

Around the throne of God in heaven,
Thousands of children stand-
Children whose sins are all forgiven,
A holy, happy band,

Singing, Glory, glory.

In flowing robes of spotless white,

See every one arrayed,

Dwelling in everlasting light,

And joys that never fade,
Singing, Glory, glory.

Once they were little things like you
And lived on earth below,
And could not praise, as now they do,
The Lord who loved them so,
Singing, Glory, glory.

What brought them to that world above,
That heaven so bright and fair,
Where all is peace, and joy, and love?
How came those children there,
Singing, Glory, glory?

Because the Saviour shed his blood

To wash away their sin:

Bathed in that pure and precious blood,
Behold them white and clean,
Singing, Glory, glory.

On earth they sought the Saviour's grace,
On earth they loved his name;

So now they see his blessed face,
And stand before the Lamb,
Singing, Glory, glory.

GRATITUDE FOR RECOVERY.

I thank the Lord who lives on high, He heard an infant pray,

And cured me that I should not dic,
And took my pains away.

O let me love and serve thee too,
As long as I shall live;
And every naughty thing I do,
I pray thee to forgive.

THE FRIEND YOU NEED.

Children, do you want a friend,
Ever faithful, ever true;

One whose kindness knows no end,
One whose love can shelter you?
Jesus is the friend you need,

Jesus is a friend indeed.

None that sought his love's embrace

Has he ever turned away;

You may see his smiling face,

Gaze upon his charms to-day:

Ever faithful, ever true,

Jesus is the friend for you.

WHO MADE THEM?

"Mother, who made the stars which light The beautiful blue sky?

Who made the moon, so clear and bright,
That rises up so high?"

"'T was God, my child, the glorious One—
He formed them by his power;
He made alike the brilliant sun,
And every leaf and flower.

"He made your little feet to walk,
Your sparkling eyes to see,
Your busy prattling tongue to talk,
Your limbs so light and free.

"He paints cach fragrant flower that glows With loveliness and bloom;

He gives the violet and the rose
Their beauty and perfume.

"Our various wants his hands supply,
And guard us every hour;
We're kept beneath his watchful eye,
And guided by his power.

"Then let your little heart, my love,
Its grateful homage pay

To this kind Friend who, from above,
So gently guides your way."

THINKING OF MERCIES.

Whene'er I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see;
What shall I render to my God
For all his gifts to me?

Not more than others I deserve,
Yet God has given me more;

For I have food, while others starve,
Or beg from door to door.