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Luke il. 46–51. C. M. HEBER. 10
WISDOM, whose unfading power
Before the Eternal stood;
The land, the sky, the flood.
An infant form to wear,
And lisp Thy faltering prayer. 3 But in Thy Father's own abode,
With Israel's elders round, Conversing high with Israel's God,
Thy chiefest joy was found.
And, Saviour, deign to bless,
Of early holiness.
2 Tim. iii. 14, 15. S. M. WATTS. 1
I offer to the Lord, That I was taught and learned so young
To read His holy word.
Informs me where to go
And make me holy too. 3 O may Thy Spirit teach,
And make my heart receive, Those truths which all thy servants preach,
And all Thy saints believe.
In a more cheerful strain,
And have not learned in vain.
869 Prov. viil. 32–36. C. M.
HAReceive instruction well ;
WATTS APPY the child whose youngest years
Who hates the sinner's path, and fears
The road that leads to hell. 2 When we devote our youth to God,
'Tis pleasing in His eyes : A flower, when offered in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice.
To mind religion young;
And make our virtue strong.
Our childhood we resign; "Twill please us to look back, and see
That our whole lives were Thine. 6 Let the sweet work of prayer and praise
Employ my youngest breath;
Or fit for early death.
Psalm c. 4.
A whole assembly worship Thee :
They hear of heaven, and learn the way. 2 I have been there, and still would go ;
'Tis like a little heaven below:
Shall tempt me to forget this day. 3 O write upon my memory, Lord,
The texts and doctrines of Thy word ;
4 With thoughts of Christ, and things divine,
Fill up this foolish heart of mine;
871 Mark xvi. 2–6.
C. M. WATTS. 1
is the day when Christ arose So early from the dead; Why should I keep my eye-lids closed,
And waste my hours in bed ? 2 This is the day when Jesus broke The powers of death and hell;
shall I still wear Satan's yoke,
To pray and hear Thy word;
To learn Thy will, O Lord.
And so prepare for heaven;
The best of all the seven !
Matt. xxi. 15. L. M. T. R. TAYLOR 1
The Saviour's praise with sacred glee, And all the hills of Judah rang
With their exulting jubilee. 2 Oh! to have joined their rapturous songs,
And swelled their sweet hosannas high,
As He-the Man of Grief-went by ! 3 But Christ is now a glorious King,
And angels in His presence bow:
4 He can, He will, He loves to hear
The notes which babes and sucklings raise ;
Who once, like us, the desert trod;
873 Matt. xxi. 9. L. M. MONTGOMERY. 1 W ?
THAT are those soul-reviving strains,
What anthems loud and louder still,
Sweetly resound from Zion's hill ? 2 Lo! 'tis an infant chorus sings,
Hosanna to the King of kings.
Salvation, sent in Jesus' name.
For we will join this song of praise.
To hail the Lord their Righteousness. 4 Messiah's name shall joy impart
Alike to Jew and Gentile heart.
And we will sing hosanna too.
See David's Son and Lord appear:
Luke xviii. 15–17. P. M. THINK, when I read that sweet story
of old, When Jesus was here among men,
How He called little children, as lambs to
my head, That His arm had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen His kind look
when He said,
2 Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go,
And ask for a share in His love;
prepare For all who are washed and forgiven; And many dear children are gathering
there, “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 that blessed and glorious time, The fairest, and brightest, and best, When the dear little children of every clime Shall crowd to His arms and be bless'd.
Pacing life's short journey through, Now have reached that heavenly seat They had ever kept in view ?