L. MASON.

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1. How beautiful the morning,

When summer days are long;
O we will rise betimes, and hear
The wild-bird's happy song-

For when the sun pours down his ray,
The bird will cease to sing;

She 'll seek the cool and silent shade,
And sit with folded wing.

2. Up in the morning early-
'Tis Nature's gayest hour!

While pearls of dew adorn the grase,
And fragrance fills the flowers-

Up in the morning early,

And we will bound abroad,

And fill our hearts with melody,

And raise our songs to God.

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2. All this day Thy hand has led us,
And we thank Thee for Thy care;
Thou hast clothed us, warmed us, fed us,
Listen to our evening prayer!

3. May our sins be all forgiven;

Bless the friends we love so well;
Take us, when we die, to heaven,
Happy there with Thee to dwell.

MARY LUNDIE DUNCAN.

1361. 8s & 7s.

Cradle Hymn.

1. Hгsн, my dear, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed,
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.

2. Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment,
House and home thy friends provide;
All, without thy care or payment,
All thy wants are well supplied.
3. How much better thou 'rt attended
Than the Son of God could be,
When from heaven He descended,
And became a child like thee.
4. Soft and easy is thy cradle-
Coarse and hard the Saviour lay,
When His birth-place was a stable,
And His softest bed was hay.

5. Blessed Babe, what glorious features,
Spotless, fair, divinely bright!

Must He dwell with brutal creatures?How could angels bear the sight! 6. Was there nothing but a manger Cursed sinners could afford

7.

To receive the heavenly Stranger?

Did they thus affront their Lord?
Soft, my child-I did not chide thee,
Tho' my song might sound too hard;
"Tis thy mother sits beside thee,

And her arm shall be thy guard.

8. Yet, to read the shameful story
How the Jews abused their King;
How they served the Lord of glory,
Makes me angry while I sing.

9. See the kinder shepherds round Him,
Telling wonders from the sky;
There they sought Him, there they found Him,
With his virgin mother by.

10. See the lovely Babe a-dressing,

Lovely Infant, how He smiled!
When He wept, the mother's blessing
Soothed and hushed the holy Child.

11. Lo, He slumbers in His manger,

Where the horned oxen feed-
Peace, my darling, here's no danger,
Here's no ox a-near thy bed.
12. 'Twas to save thee, child, from dying,
Save my dear from burning flame,
Bitter groans, and endless crying,
That thy blest Redeemer came.

13. Mayst thou live to know and fear Him,
Trust and love Him all Thy days!
Then go dwell for ever near Him,
See His face, and sing His praise.
14. I could give thee thousand kisses,
Hoping what I most desire;
Not a mother's fondest wishes
Can to greater joys aspire.

WATTS.

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2. I wish that His hands had been placed on my head,

That His arm had been thrown around me,

And that I might have seen His kind look when He said,

"Let the little ones come unto me."

3. Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may And ask for a share in His love; [go, And if I thus earnestly seek Him below, I shall see Him and hear Him above;

4. In that beautiful place he is gone to prepare For all who are washed and forgiven: And many dear children are gathering there,

"For of such is the kingdom of heaven."

CHILD'S PRAYER. 6s & 5s.

L. MASON.

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2. Forgive our transgressions,

And teach us to know That humble compassion That pardons each foe;

Keep us from temptation, From weakness and sin, And Thine be the glory For ever-Amen!

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2nd and 3d times.

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He my pattern And was never

1. JESUS Christ, my Lord and Saviour,
Once became a child like me;
O that in my whole behavior
He my pattern still might be.

2. All my nature is unholy,

Pride and passion dwell within;
But the Lord was meek and lowly,
And was never known to sin.

3. While I'm often vainly trying

Some new pleasure to possess,
He was always self-denying,
Patient in His worst distress.

4. Let me never be forgetful

Of His precepts any more:
Idle, passionate, and fretful,

As I've often been before.

5. Help me, by Thy word to measure
Every deed and every thought,
Thinking it my greatest pleasure
There to learn what Thou hast taught.

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1. LORD, a little band, and lowly,

We are come to sing to Thee; Thou art great, and high, and holyO how solemn should we be!

2. Fill our hearts with thoughts of Jesus, And of heaven, where He is gone;

And let nothing ever please us
He would grieve to look upon.

3. For we know the Lord of glory
Always sees what children do,
And is writing now the story
Of our thoughts and actions, too.

4. Let our sins be all forgiven;

Make us fear whate'er is wrong; Lead us on our way to heaven, There to sing a nobler song.

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1. WHAT a strange and wondrous story,
From the Book of God is read-
How the Lord of life and glory
Had not where to lay His head.

2. How He left His throne in heaven,
Here to suffer, bleed, and die,
That my soul might be forgiven,
And ascend to God on high.

3. Father! let Thy Holy Spirit
Still reveal a Saviour's love,
And prepare me to inherit
Glory where He reigns above;

4. There, with saints and angels dwelling,
May I that great love proclaim,
And with them be ever telling,
All the wonders of His name.