5 He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
Amen.

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MRS. C. F. ALEXANDER.

'My God shall supply all your need.'

cr He loves me too, He loves me too,
I know He loves me too;
Because He loves the little things,
I know He loves me too.

mp 2 He paints the lily of the field, Perfumes each lily bell;

cr If He so loves the little flowers, I know He loves me well.

be,
God Almighty cares for me;
Gives me clothing, shelter, food,
Gives me all I have of good.

2 He will hear me when I pray ;
He is with me night and day,
When I sleep, and when I wake,
For the Lord my Saviour's sake.
3 He who reigns above the sky
Once became as poor as I;

He whose blood for me was shed
Had not where to lay His head.
4 Though I labor here awhile,
He will bless me with His smile;
And, when this short life is past,
I shall rest with Him at last.

mf 5 Then to Him I tune my song,
Happy as the day is long;
This my joy for ever be,
God Almighty cares for me. Amen.
DOROTHY A. THRUPP.

flowers,

And all things large and small; cr He'll not forget His little ones, I know He loves them all. Amen. MARIA STRAUB.

515

'All Thy works shall praise Thee.'

mf BIRDS are singing, woods are

ringing,

With Thy praises, blessed King; Lake and mountain, field and fountain,

To Thy throne their tributes bring.

cr We, Thy children, join the chorus, Merrily, cheerily, gladly praise Thee;

f Glad hosannas, glad hosannas, Joyfully we lift to Thee.

mf2 Waters dancing, sunbeams glancing,

Sing Thy glory cheerily ; Blossoms breaking, nature waking, Chant Thy praises merrily.

mf 3 Angels o'er us join the chorus Which on earth we sing to Thee; cr Heaven is ringing, earth is singing,

Praises to Thee joyfully. Amen. L. F. COLE.

517 'Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings Thou hast perfected praise.' mf in heaven's bright abode, The angel host on high

BOVE the clear blue sky,

Sing praises to their God: ƒ Hallelujah! They love to sing To God their King Hallelujah! mp 2 But God from infant tongues On earth receiveth praise; mf We then our cheerful songs In sweet accord will raise: f Hallelujah! We too will sing To God our King Hallelujah! mp 3 O blessed Lord, Thy truth To us Thy babes impart, And teach us in our youth

To know Thee as Thou art: f Hallelujah! Then shall we sing To God our King Hallelujah! mp 4 O may Thy holy Word Spread all the world around, mf And all with one accord Uplift the joyful sound: Hallelujah! All then shall sing To God their King Hallelujah

Amen. J. CHANDLER.

518 'Giving thanks unto the Father.' a little child like me, Thank the Father fittingly? cr Yes, oh yes! be good and true, Patient, kind in all you do;

Love the Lord, and do your part; Learn to say with all your heart, mf Father, we thank Thee!

Father in heaven, we thank
Thee!

mf 2 For the fruit upon the tree,
For the birds that sing of Thee,
Father, mother, and the rest,
For the earth in beauty drest,
For Thy precious, loving care,
For Thy bounty everywhere,
cr Father, we thank Thee!

Father in heaven, we thank
Thee!

mf 3 For the sunshine warm and bright,

For the day and for the night,
For the lessons of our youth-
Honor, gratitude and truth,
For the love that met us here,
For the home and for the cheer,
er Father, we thank Thee!

Father in heaven, we thank
Thee!

mf 4 For our comrades and our plays,

And our happy holidays,
For the joyful work and true
That a little child may do,
For our lives but just begun,
For the great gift of Thy Son,
cr Father, we thank Thee!

Father in heaven, we thank
Thee! Amen.

'Ye shall find a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

mpstood a lowly cattle-shed,

NCE in royal David's city

Where a mother laid her baby
In a manger for His bed;
cr Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little child.

p 2 He came down to earth from heaven

cr Who is God and Lord of all, And His shelter was a stable, p And His cradle was a stall; With the poor, and mean, and lowly Lived on earth our Saviour holy.

mf 3 And, through all His wondrous childhood,

He would honor and obey, Love and watch the lowly mother In whose gentle arms He lay: Christian children all should be Mild, obedient, good as He. mf 4 For He is our childhood's pattern,

Day by day like us He grew, p He was little, weak and helpless,

Tears and smiles like us He knew; cr And He feeleth for our sadness, And He shareth in our gladness. mf5 And our eyes at last shall see Him,

Through His own redeeming love, p For that Child so dear and gentle Is our Lord in heaven above; And He leads His children on To the place where He is gone.

'The meekness and gentleness of Christ.'

YENTLE Jesus, meek and

mp G mild,

Look upon a little child;
Pity my simplicity,

Suffer me to come to Thee.

2 Fain I would to Thee be brought-
Dearest Lord, forbid it not;
Give a little child a place
In the kingdom of Thy grace.
3 Lamb of God, I look to Thee-
Thou shalt my example be;
Thou art gentle, meek and mild;
Thou wast once a little child.

4 Fain I would be as Thou art;
Give me Thy obedient heart;
Thou art pitiful and kind,
Let me have Thy loving mind.
5 Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb,
In Thy gracious hands I am;
Make me, Saviour, what Thou art;
Live Thyself within my heart.

mf 6 I shall then show forth Thy praise,

Serve Thee all my happy days; Then the world shall always see Christ, the holy Child, in me. Amen. C. WESLEY.

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'Christ in you, the hope of glory.'

I be,

mp 2 If He hears the raven's cry,
If His ever watchful eye
Marks the sparrows when they fall,
cr Surely He will hear my call.
He will teach me how to live,
All my sinful thoughts forgive;
Pure in heart I still would be-
Let my Saviour dwell in me.
mf 3 More like Jesus when I pray,
More like Jesus day by day,
May I rest me by His side,
Where the tranquil waters glide.
cr By the Spirit's grace renewed,
By His love my will subdued,
Rich in faith I still would be-
Let my Saviour dwell in me. Amen.
FANNY J. CROSBY.

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mp

I

'Changed into the same image.' WANT to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek; cr For no one marked an angry word

That ever heard Him speak. mp 2 I want to be like Jesus, So frequently in prayer; Alone upon the mountain top He met His Father there.

3 I want to be like Jesus: cr I never, never find That He, though persecuted, was To any one unkind. mf 4 I want to be like Jesus, Engaged in doing good,

So that of me it may be said, 'She hath done what she could.' p5 Alas! I'm not like Jesus, As any one may see;

cr O gentle Saviour, send Thy grace And make me like to Thee. Amen. WM. MEYNELL WHITTEMORE.

Went forth the reaper-band.

me, Fill my soul with peace and love, Make me gentle as the dove. More like Jesus! while I go Pilgrim in this world below Poor in spirit would I be Let my Saviour dwell in me.

Their cheerful thanks they pour, Then carry to His temple-gate The choicest of their store. mf3 Like Israel, Lord, we give Our earliest fruits to Thee, And pray that, long as we shall live, We may Thy children be.

hearts

The thoughts of pride and anger rise, When bitter words are on our tongues,

And tears of passion in our eyes,

cr 4 Then we may stay the angry blow,

Then we may check the hasty word,

p Give gentle answers back againAnd fight a battle for our Lord.

mf 5 With smiles of peace and looks of love,

Light in our dwellings we may make,

Bid kind good-humor brighten there

And still do all for Jesus' sake.

mf 6 There's not a child so small and weak

But has his little cross to take, His little work of love and praise That he may do for Jesus' sake. Amen.

528

MRS. C. F. ALEXANDER.

He that hath the Son hath the life; he that hath not the Son of God hath not the life.' my JESUS. high in glory,

Lend a listening ear;
When we bow before Thee,
Children's praises hear.