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2 Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go,
And ask for a share in His love;
I shall see Him and hear Him above,
For all who are wash'd and forgivn;
“ For of such is the kingdom of heaven.” 3 But thousands and thousands who wander and fall,
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 bless’d.
THE MEEKNESS OF CHRIST.
He was once a little child;
Lived on earth among the poor.
Foxes have their place of rest;
3 He who is the Lord most high,
Then was poorer far than I,
With reverence and with holy fear;
Our Judge, our Saviour, and our Friend. 2 Lord, may Thy mercies great and free
Fill us with gratitude to Thee;
The evil thoughts that sinners love,
To choose the straight and narrow way 4 In times of sickness, times of health,
In times of poverty or wealth,
Save us by Thine Almighty power. 5 Then may we join the happy band
That in Thy heavenly temple stand;
Thousands of children stand ;
Singing glory, glory, glory. 2 In flowing robes of spotless white
See every one array'd ; Dwelling in everlasting light, And joys that never fade;
Singing, &c. 3 What brought them to that world above,
That heaven so bright and fair, Where all is peace, and joy, and love ?How came those children there ?
To wash away their sin;
Singing, &c. 5 On earth they sought their Saviour's grace,
On earth they loved His name ; So now they see His blessed face, And stand before the Lamb;
FOR THE HOLY SPIRIT. 1 COME, Holy Spirit, come !
Attend an infant's prayer ;
And shed Thy blessings there. 2 Thy light, Thy love impart,
And let it ever be
A dwelling-place for Thee.
JESUS THE MAN OF SORROWS. 1 JESUS, who lived above the sky,
Came down to be a man and die;
How very good he used to be.
To cure poor people who were blind;
He pitied them, and did the same.
The things that God would have them do;
4 But such a cruel death He died,
He was hung up and crucified ;
They naild them to a cross of wood. 5 And so He died :--and this is why
He came to be a man and die;
A DAILY HYMN.
His proper hour to rise,
Doth send him round the skies.
His morning race begins,
But round the world he shines. 3 So, like the sun, may I fulfil
The business of the day;
March on my heavenly way.
Nor let my soul complain,
Has all been spent in vain.