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THE HEAVENLY HOME.
1 I HAVE a dear and happy home,
And much my home I love;
A better home above.
Or thought of pain and care:
And all are happy there.
Nor quarrels ever come;
Within that happy home.
His glorious likeness bear;
For all are holy there.
My sinful soul renew;
That I might enter too.
A place for me prepare;
To dwell for ever there.
1 HEAVENLY Father! look on me,
A weak and sinful little one;
For the sake of Christ Thy Son. 2 I've a naughty heart within,
And there is nothing in me good;
I cannot do the things I would. 3 Often I'm an idle child,
And will not learn what I am taught; Or I'm passionate and wild,
And indulge some angry thought. 4 Though I know that Jesus died
To save my sinful soul from hell,
I cannot love and serve Him well. 5 Father ! send Thy Spirit down,
May He cleanse my naughty heart,
Make me holy as Thou art.
And when this short life is o'er,
I shall grieve Thee then no more.
1 BLESSED Jesus ! wilt Thou hear us,
Little children though we be ?
While we try to sing to Thee ?
Bring the little children near. 2 Thou, O God, to us hast given
All the comforts we possess : Though Thou art so high in heaven,
Children still Thou lov'st to bless : Little children, then, may raise
Hymns of joy and thankful praise. 3 We have often heard the story
Of Thy great and wondrous love,
And Thy Father's house above,
For such little ones as I.
And so very wicked been,
Nothing else could make us clean ;
5 Oh, how very meek and lowly
Little children, then, should be ; When the Son of God most holy
Came, a little child like me: Thou didst suffer grief and shame,
Like a meek and quiet lamb. 6 May our sins be all forgiven ;
Take our naughty hearts away; Bring us all at last to heaven,
Ever there with Thee to stay. There may we, Thy children, raise Hymns of joy and perfect praise.
GOD CARES FOR ALL. 1 Who taught the bird to build her nest
Of softest wool, and hay, and moss ? Who taught her how to weave it best,
And lay the tiny twigs across ?
2 Who taught the busy bee to fly
Among the sweetest herbs and flowers, And lay her store of honey by,
Providing food for winter hours ? 3 Who taught the little ant the way
Her narrow hole so well to bore,
To gather up her winter's store ?
And gave these little creatures skill : He teaches children, if they pray,
To know and do His holy will.
GOD OUR CREATOR. 1 Our God is good, and He is great,
Around His throne the angels wait;
And all the hills in order laid;