mf When my heart is full of glee,
Help me to remember Thee,—
Happy most of all to know
That my Father loves me so.

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When my work seems hard and dry,
cres May I press on cheerily;
dim Help me patiently to bear

Pain and hardship, toil and care. mf May I see the good and bright,

When they pass before my sight; cres May I hear the heavenly voice

When the pure and wise rejoice. mp May I do the good I know;

Be Thy loving child below, cres Then at last go home to Thee, Evermore Thy child to be.

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J. P. Hopps.

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mf LOOKING upward every day, Sunshine on our faces Pressing onward every day

Toward the heavenly places.
mp Growing every day in awe,
For Thy Name is holy;
Learning every day to love,
With a love more lowly.

mp Walking every day more close
To our Elder Brother;
Growing every day more true
Unto one another.

cres Leaving every day behind

Something which might hinder; Running swifter every day, Growing purer, kinder. mp Lord, so pray we every day, Hear us in Thy pity,

cresThat we enter in at last To the Holy City.

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Mary Butler.

God intrusts to all Talents few or many;

5.6.5.6.

None so young and small That they have not any.

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Though the great and wise Have a greater number,

Yet my one I prize, And it must not slumber.

God will surely ask, Ere I enter heaven,

Have I done the task Which to me was given?

Every little mite, Every little measure,

Helps to spread the light, Helps to swell the treasure.

Little drops of rain Bring the springing flowers : And I may attain Much by little powers.

mp GOD make my life a little light Within the world to glow;

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A little flame that burneth bright,
Wherever I may go.

God make my life a little flower
That giveth joy to all,
Content to bloom in native bower,
Although the place be small.
cresGod make my life a little song
That comforteth the sad;
mf That helpeth others to be strong,
And makes the singer glad.

mp God make my life a little staff,

Whereon the weak may rest, That so what health and strength I have

May serve my neighbours best. mf God make my life a little hymn Of tenderness and praise;

cresOf faith-that never waxeth dim, In all His wondrous ways. Matilda B. Edwards.

When bitter words are on our tongues,

And tears of passion in our eyes; mp Then we may stay the angry blow, Then we may check the hasty word,

Give gentle answers back again,
And fight a battle for our Lord.

p With smiles of peace, and looks of love, [make, Light in our dwellings we may cres Bid kind good-humour brighten there;

And still do all for Jesus' sake.

mp There's not a child so small and weak

But has his little cross to take; cres His little work of love and praise, That He may do for Jesus' sake. C. Frances Alexander.

mp WE are only little workers,

Yet we fain would do Thy will So we pray Thee, Lord, to help us, Lowly duties to fulfil.

mp Little souls perchance may brighten Lives that sorrow, care, and sin Darken, till hope's blessed sunshine Scarcely ever enters in.

mp Little feet are never weary,

Little hearts are seldom sad; So we ask that Thou wouldst teach us

How to make grown people glad.

mp Thou hast taught us, dearest Saviður,

That e'en whispered words can

fly Straight above the clouds of heaven,

And be heard by Thee on high. mp Help us, then, to say to others,

Who have never learnt to know"God is listening still to answer Those who watch and wait below."

mf Grant that w, Thy willing workers,

By Thy grace may find at
length,

Even children in their weakness
May help others in Thy strength.
A. Marryat.

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7.6.7.6., double. mf GOD, Who hath made the daisies cresHe will accept our praises, And ev'ry lovely thing,

And hearken while we sing.
He says though we are simple,
Though ignorant we be,
pp "Suffer the little children,

And let them come to Me."

f Though we are young and simple,
In praise we may be bold;
The children in the temple
He heard in days of old.

dim And if our hearts are humble,
He says to you and me,

comfort,

But we know not what to say: Some sweet message fresh from heaven

Lay upon our lips to-day.

And let them come to Me."

mf He sees the bird that wingeth Its way o'er earth and sky; He hears the lark that singeth Up in the heaven so high: