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The life divine to show to man, Proclaims from heaven the message free, Let little children come to Me.

3 We bring them, Lord, and with the sign
Of sprinkled water, name them Thine:
Their souls with saving grace endow,
Baptize them with Thy Spirit now.

4 O give Thine angels charge, good Lord,
Them safely in Thy way to guard;
Thy blessing on their lives command,
And write their names upon Thy hand.
5 O Thou, who by an infant's tongue
Dost hear Thy perfect glory sung,
May these, with all the heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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And this child, at Thy command,
Now we bring to Thee, in token
That to Christ it here is given;
For of such shall be His heaven.
Therefore hasten we to Thee;
Take the pledge we bring-O take it!
Let us here Thy glory see,

And in tender pity make it

Now Thy child, and leave it never-
Thine on earth, and Thine for ever.

Make it, Head, Thy member now;
Shepherd, take Thy lamb and feed it;
Prince of Peace, its peace be Thou;
Way of life, to heaven O lead it!
Vine, this branch may nothing sever,
Grafted firm in Thee for ever.

Now upon Thy heart it lies,
What our hearts so dearly treasure;

Heavenward lead our burdened sighsPour Thy blessing without measure; Write the name we now have given, Write it in the book of heaven.

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Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth."

1 BY cool Siloam's shady rill

How sweet the lily grows!

How sweet the breath beneath the hill
Of Sharon's dewy rose !

2 Lo, such the child whose early feet

The paths of peace have trod;

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Whose secret heart with influence sweet

Is upward drawn to God.

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay;

The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away.

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man's maturer age

Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,
And stormy passion's rage.

5 O Thou, whose infant feet were found
Within Thy Father's shrine,

Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned, Were all alike divine,

6 Dependent on Thy bounteous breath,
We seek Thy grace alone-

In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still Thine own!

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2 There's a rest for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
Who love the blessèd Saviour,
And to His Father cry:
A rest from every trouble,
From sin and danger free;
There every little pilgrim
Shall rest eternally.

3 There's a home for little children Above the bright blue sky, Where Jesus reigns in glory,

A home of peace and joy:
No home on earth is like it,
Nor can with it compare;
For every one is happy,

Nor can be happier there.

4 There's a crown for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
And all who look to Jesus
Shall wear it by-and-by;
A crown of brightest glory
Which He shall sure bestow
On all who love the Saviour
And walk with Him below.

5 There's a song for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
And a harp of sweetest music
For their hymn of victory:
And all above is pleasure,

And found in Christ alone ;-
O come, dear little children,
That all may be your own.

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The life divine to show to man, Proclaims from heaven the message free, Let little children come to Me.

3 We bring them, Lord, and with the sign
Of sprinkled water, name them Thine:
Their souls with saving grace endow,
Baptize them with Thy Spirit now.

4 O give Thine angels charge, good Lord,
Them safely in Thy way to guard;
Thy blessing on their lives command,
And write their names upon Thy hand.
5 O Thou, who by an infant's tongue
Dost hear Thy perfect glory sung,
May these, with all the heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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And this child, at Thy command,
Now we bring to Thee, in token
That to Christ it here is given;
For of such shall be His heaven.
Therefore hasten we to Thee;
Take the pledge we bring-O take it!
Let us here Thy glory see,

And in tender pity make it

Now Thy child, and leave it never-
Thine on earth, and Thine for ever.
Make it, Head, Thy member now;
Shepherd, take Thy lamb and feed it;

Prince of Peace, its peace be Thou;
Way of life, to heaven O lead it!
Vine, this branch may nothing sever,
Grafted firm in Thee for ever.

Now upon Thy heart it lies,
What our hearts so dearly treasure;

Heavenward lead our burdened sighsPour Thy blessing without measure; Write the name we now have given, Write it in the book of heaven.

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"Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth."

1 BY cool Siloam's shady rill

How sweet the lily grows!

How sweet the breath beneath the hill
Of Sharon's dewy rose !

2 Lo, such the child whose early feet

The paths of peace have trod;

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Whose secret heart with influence sweet
Is upward drawn to God.

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay;

The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away.

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man's maturer age

Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,
And stormy passion's rage.

5 O Thou, whose infant feet were found
Within Thy Father's shrine,

Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned,
Were all alike divine,-

6 Dependent on Thy bounteous breath,
We seek Thy grace alone-

In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still Thine own!

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2 There's a rest for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
Who love the blessed Saviour,
And to His Father cry:
A rest from every trouble,
From sin and danger free;
There every little pilgrim
Shall rest eternally.

3 There's a home for little children Above the bright blue sky, Where Jesus reigns in glory,

A home of peace and joy:
No home on earth is like it,
Nor can with it compare;
For every one is happy,

Nor can be happier there.

4 There's a crown for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
And all who look to Jesus
Shall wear it by-and-by;
A crown of brightest glory
Which He shall sure bestow
On all who love the Saviour
And walk with Him below.
5 There's a song for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
And a harp of sweetest music
For their hymn of victory:
And all above is pleasure,
And found in Christ alone;-
O come, dear little children,
That all may be your own.

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3 Gethsemane can I forget,

Or there Thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember Thee?

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And gaze on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!
I must remember Thee,-

5 Remember Thee, and all Thy pains,
And all Thy love to me;

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember Thee.

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee,

When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, Good Lord, remember me.

L.M.

"Then said He unto him, A certain man made a great supper, and bade many."

1 MY God, and is Thy table spread?

And does Thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all Thy children led,

And let them all its sweetness know.

2 Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes!
Rich banquet of His flesh and blood!
Thrice happy he who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food!

3 O let Thy table honoured be,

And furnished well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see
That here its sacred pledges tastes.

4 Let crowds approach with hearts prepared,
With hearts inflamed let all attend;
Nor, when we leave our Father's board,
The pleasure or the profit end.

5 Revive Thy dying churches, Lord;
And bid our drooping graces live;
And more, that energy afford,

A Saviour's love alone can give.

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