Hark! I hear the piteous scream; Fainter now, and fainter still, Send, O send the Bible there, Let its precepts reach the heart; She may then her children spareAct the mother's tender part. Hastings' "Nursery Songs." THE HAPPY CHILD. Happy, happy child am I, While she kneels beside me there, But the little heathen child, Blessed Saviour, now I see Such as heathen never share. Hastings' "Nursery Songs.' CHILDREN IN INDIA. Far, far away in India, But Oh, the sad condition And for their sins atone. And now, dear little children, Who better far do know, Say, will you not do something To save their souls from woe? O yes, you'll say; we're willing A PENNY. "A penny I have— 'Tis all my own!" Little Charlotte exclaimed In a lively tone. "I cannot do much With a penny, I fear; But I'll buy myself something To eat or to wear." "A penny I have," Little Mary said, And she thoughtfully raised Her hand to her head. "Both missions and schools Want money, I know; But I fear that 't is little So Charlotte ran off, And some apples she bought; While Mary her mite To the mission-box brought. And which of them, think you, More cheerfully smiled; And which of the two Was the happier child? M. A. Stoddard. THE MISSIONARY SHIP. I see the ships upon the sea, That silently go by, As white upon the waters blue, And men are glad the ships to watch, Silver and gold and raiment soft, Upon their broad white wings. But I would rather look upon And takes our Saviour's messengers And carries books, that they may read How kind our Lord has been; For such a ship, I know, must be The fairest ever seen. "Missionary Hymns." |