We bless, O God, thy power Divine, Before thy sacred footstool, we A happy little family, To ask thy tender care. May we in safety sleep to-night, From every danger free, Are both alike to thee. And when the rising sun displays Then shall our morning hymns of praise Hymns for Infant Minds. 23. THE STORM. "Hark! for the storm is abroad, my child! "Then lift thy innocent hands on high, "Mother, the storm will be hushed ere long, For the winds are now less wild and strong; There's a break in the clouds-the Moon peeps through, And soon shall my Father smile on you." "Hark! 'tis the sound of his welcome feet, Christian Child's Friend. 24. THE GLOW-WORM. Oh, what is this, which shines so bright! Hangs out its small green lamp at night, It is a glow-worm,-still and pale, And so, amid the world's cold night, Shines out the humble Christian's light, As lonely, and as still. Rev. W. L. Bowles. 25. TO A ROBIN REDBREAST. Sweet Robin, how I love to hear Thy music is more charming now, Thou dost not droop thy merry wing, But yonder comes a raging storm, But come again to-morrow morn, Poems for Youth. 26. THE THRUSH. How free from care yon merry thrush, He never sighs for worthless things, Of happiness indeed possest, He sings through life, in peace and rest; And for his daily meal relies On Him whose love the world supplies. |