79. L ORD, I have passed another day, And come to thank Thee, for Thy care; Forgive my faults, in work and play, And listen to my evening prayer. 2 Thy favour gives me daily bread, And friends, who all my wants supply; And safely now I rest my head, Preserv'd and guarded by Thine eye. 3 Look down in pity, and forgive Whate'er I've said or done amiss; And help me every day I live To serve Thee better than in this. 4 Now, while I speak, be pleased to take A helpless child beneath Thy care; And condescend, for Jesus' sake, To listen to my evening prayer. VI. SCRIPTURE EXAMPLES AND FACTS. 80. I Children Coming to Jesus. P.M. THINK when I read that sweet story of old, How He called little children, as lambs, to I should like to have been with them then. I wish that His hand had been placed on my head, That His arm had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen His kind look when He said "Let the little ones come unto Me." 2 If Jesus were here, and would smile on my song, When to love Him and praise Him I tried, With sweetest hosannas I'd join in the throng, And would press myself close to His side. And if they should chide me, or send me away, I would cling to His sheltering knee; And I'd tell them the words He Himself once did say "Let the little ones come unto Me." 3 Yet still to the footstool of mercy I'll go, prepare 4 But thousands and thousands, who wander and Never heard of that beautiful home; [fall, I should like them to know there is room for them all, And that Jesus has bid them to come. 81. The Widow's Son. C.M. A WIDOW'D mother lost her son, He was her loved, her only one, And he fell sick and died. 2 And many a friend shed many a tear, 3 When lo! a company appears, 4 His heart, with tender pity moved, Felt for the widow's grief; "Weep not," He said, and soon He proved His hand could give relief. 5 He touch'd the bier,-the mourner's eyes Are fix'd upon the Lord; "Young man, I say to thee, Arise!" Is His almighty word. 6 He rises up,-he speaks, he lives; No tear need now be shed; Christ to the widow'd mother gives 82. 1 The Box of Ointment. SHE loved her Saviour, and to Him C.M. 2 And though the prudent worldling frown'd, 3 So let the Saviour be ador'd, 4 The poor are always with us here; 5 Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind, For sorrow's children comfort find, 6 But give to Christ alone thy heart, 83. Christ Stilling the Tempest. A LITTLE ship was on the sea, 2 When lo! a storm began to rise, 3 And all, but One, were sore afraid 4 Master, we perish !-Master, save! C.M. 5 He to the storm says," Peace, be still!" 6 O! well we know it was the Lord, Whose care of those who trust His word |