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But oh, if I am found to smile,
Then let me, when I kneel to pray,
A SUNDAY HYMN.
Oh, 'tis pleasant now to go
You are very dear to me!
When your smiling face I see.
And could know the words I say,
To amuse you every day,–
All about the honey-bees,
Flying past us in the sun ;
Lambs that in the meadows run.
Shake your rattle-here it is—
Listen to its merry noise ;
I will bring you other toys.-M. L. Duncan.
THE ASS. Do see that poor Ass, how he hobbles along, Though once, I dare say, he was healthy and strong ; Now he seems hardly able to keep on the road, And scarcely can carry that great heavy load. And that cruel man, how he serves the poor beast, He hardly will give him a moment to rest; He kicks, and belabours the poor starving hack; Why does he not move that great load from his back, And not make him carry a burden so great ? I wonder it does not fall down in the street ; He won't let him stop for that mouthful of hay, Though he has been working so hard all the day.
And yet, after all, he is patient, you see,
THE SWEETEST STORY.
When Jesus dwelt here among men,
I should like to have been with Him then.
I wish that His hand had been put on my head,
And that I had been placed on His knee, And that I might have seen His kind look when He said,
“ Let the little ones come unto Me."
Yet still to His footstool in prayer I
may go, 'And ask for a share in His love ; And if I thus earnestly seek Him below,
I shall hear Him and see Him above,
In that beautiful place He is gone
to prepare For all who are washed and forgiven; And many
dear children are gath’ring there, For of such is the kingdom of heaven.
But thousands and thousands who wander and fall,
Never heard of that heavenly home;
And that Jesus has bid them to come.
I long for that blessed and glorious time
The fairest, the brightest, the best When the dear little children of
clime Shall crowd to His arms and be blessed.
THANKFULNESS. WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad How
many poor I see : What should I render to my God,
For all His gifts to me ?
Not more than others I deserve,
Yet God has given me more ;
Or beg from door to door.
children in the street, Half naked, I behold ; While I am clothed from head to feet,
And covered from the cold.
While some poor wretches scarce can tell
Where they may lay their head,
And rest upon my bed.
And curse, and lie, and steal,
And do thy holy will.
To me above the rest ?
And strive to serve Thee best.
GOD'S CARE OF US. From His high throne above the sky,
The Lord can all things see; I cannot see Him, but his eye
Looks kindly down on me.