4 O give then to Jesus your earliest days,

They only are blessed who walk in His ways;
In life and in death He will still be your
Friend,

For whom Jesus loves, He will love to the
end.

OW solemn, silent, and how still

57 H The stars all range above;

C. M. They joy in their great Master's will,
And all their ways are love.

58

2 They teach us, ranged in order bright,
How God's great host on high,
The angels, walk in love and light
Beyond the starry sky.

3 O that God's children here below
Might thus His laws fulfil,

And each, where God has placed him, know
And do His holy will.

I

AM Jesu's little lamb,

Ever glad at heart I am; 7,7,8,8, Jesus loves me, Jesus knows me,

7,7. All things fair and good He shows me, Even calls me by my name; Every day He is the same.

2

Safely in and out I

go,

Jesus loves and keeps me so,
When I hunger, Jesus feeds me;

When I thirst, my Shepherd leads me
Where the waters softly flow,
Where the sweetest pastures grow.

3

Should I not be always glad?
None whom Jesus loves are sad;

And when this short life is ended,
Those whom the Good Shepherd tended
Will be taken to the skies,

There to dwell in Paradise.

59 I HAVE a Father in the promised land; My Father calls me; I must go,

P.M. To meet Him in the promised land.

60

I'll away, I'll away, to the promised land:
My Father calls me; I must go,

To meet Him in the promised land.

2 I have a Saviour in the promised land;
My Saviour calls me; I must go,
To meet Him in the promised land.

I'll away, I'll away, to the promised land:
My Saviour calls me; I must go,
To meet Him in the promised land.

3 I have a crown in the promised land;
When Jesus calls me, I must go,
To wear it in the promised land.

I'll away, I'll away, to the promised land:
When Jesus calls me, I must go,

To wear it in the promised land.

4 I hope to meet you in the promised land;
At Jesus' feet, a joyous band,

7s. 68.

We'll praise Him in the promised land.
We'll away, we'll away, to the promised
land:

At Jesus' feet, a joyous band,

We'll praise Him in the promised land.

I

LOVE to hear the story,
Which angel-voices tell,

How once the King of glory
Came down on earth to dwell.
I am both weak and sinful,

But this I surely know,

The Lord came down to save me,
Because He loved me so.

2 I'm glad my blessèd Saviour
Was once a child like me,
To show how pure and holy
His little ones might be.

And if I try to follow

His footsteps here below,
He never will forget me,

Because He loves me so.
3 To sing His love and mercy,
My sweetest songs I'll raise,
And though I cannot see Him,
I know He hears my praise;
For He has kindly promised,
That even I may go

To sing among His angels,
Because He loves me so.

61 I My Saviour was a child;
LOVE to think, the young,

C. M.

That Jesus walked this earth along,
With feet all undefiled.

2 He kept His Father's word of truth,
As I am taught to do;

And while He walked the paths of youth,
He walked in wisdom too.

3 I love to think that He who spake,
And made the blind to see,

And called the sleeping dead to wake,
Was once a child like me;

4 That He who wore the thorny crown,
And tasted death's despair,
Had a kind mother like my own,
And knew her love and care.

5 Then, Saviour, who wast once a child,
A child may come to Thee;
And O in all Thy mercy mild,
Dear Saviour, come to me.

62 I

C. M.

SING the almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.

2 I sing the wisdom that ordained

The sun to rule the day;

The moon shines full at His command,
And all the stars obey.

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with His word,
And then pronounced them good.

4 Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed,
Where'er I turn mine eye;

If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky.

5 There's not a plant or flower below
But makes Thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from Thy throne.

6 Creatures, as numerous as they be,
Are subject to Thy care;

There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.

7 His hand is my perpetual guard;
He guides me with His eye;

63 I

11s.8s.

How should I then forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh?

THINK, when I read that sweet story of old,

When Jesus was here among men,

How He called little children, as lambs to His fold,

I should like to have been with them then. I wish that His hands 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 Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go, And ask for a share in His love;

And if I now earnestly seek Him below,

I shall see Him and hear Him above,
In that beautiful place He is gone to prepare
For all that are washed and forgiven:
And many dear children are gathering there,
For of such is the kingdom of heaven.

3 But thousands and thousands, who wander and fall,

64

7,6,8,6.

65

P.M.

Never heard of that heavenly home;

I should like them to know there is room for
them all,

And that Jesus has bid them to come.
I long for the joy of that glorious time,
The sweetest, and brightest, and best;
When the dear little children of every clime
Shall crowd to His arms and be blest.

WANT to be like Jesus,

So lowly and so meek,

For no one marked an angry word
That ever heard Him speak.
I want to be like Jesus,

So frequently in prayer;
Alone upon the mountain-top
He met His Father there.

2 I want to be like Jesus:
I never, never find
That He, though persecuted, was
To any one unkind.

I want to be like Jesus,

Engaged in doing good,

So that of me it may be said:
She hath done what she could.

3 I want to be like Jesus,

Who sweetly said to all,
Let little children come to Me:
I would obey the call.
But O I'm not like Jesus,
As any one may see;

Then. gentle Saviour, send Thy grace,
And make me like to Thee.

I WAS wandering and weary

When my Saviour came unto me
For the ways of sin grew dreary,
And the world had ceased to woo m