5 Thrice happy souls, who dwell on high,
In endless glory blest!
There may we enter when we die,
And find eternal rest.
YOD reigns in glory, and on high,
G sits in His throne of majesty
Yet from that glorious throne He bends, And even to a child attends.
2 Asleep, awake, by night, by day,
When at my lessons or my play-
Although the Lord I cannot see,
His eye is always fixed on me.
3 He hears me, when I pray or praise,
His eye discovers all my ways:
May I so live as God approves;
May I be one whom Jesus loves.
4 God never will forsake His own;
He will not leave me all alone:
When not another friend is near,
May I remember God is here.
5 O may I try to please Him still,
To know, and love, and do His will!
Then will my joy and gladness be,
That God's own eye is fixed on me.
LORD, how delightful 'tis to see
A band of children worship Thee!
To hear their feeble voices rise,
And join the chorus of the skies.
2 Though angels their hosannas raise,
Thou wilt accept an infant's praise;
The Lord of Hosts, from heaven will bow,
To hear the humblest strain below.
O then descend, almighty God!
Help us to speak Thy praise abroad;
O let each heart Thy temple be,-
A holy temple, fit for Thee!
4 Whene'er we meet for praise and prayer,
Do Thou each waiting heart prepare ;
And let both child and teacher prove
The triumphs of redeeming love!
LET us sing, with one accord,
Praises to the eternal Lord;
He is worthy whom we praise,-
Hearts and voices let us raise.
2 He hath made us by His power,
He hath kept us to this hour,
He redeems us from the grave,
Lives to bless, and died to save.
3 What He bids us, let us do;
Where He leads us, let us go;
As He loves us, let our love
Daily rise to Him above.
4 Angels praise our Lord, and we
Join them with humility;
Poor and weak, we'll sing the more;
Jesus loves the weak and poor.
5 Dear to Him is childhood's prayer;
Children's hearts to Him are dear;
Heart and voice, let all be given,
All will find its way to heaven!
OLY children-read and pray,
H Love Thy holy word and day,
Fly from sin, and seek Thy grace,
Learn Thy will, and Christ embrace;
They are humble, meek, and mild:
Make me, Lord, a holy child!
2 Holy children-love mankind,
Are to all good ways inclined,
Love their parents to obey,
For their friends and teachers pray,
Fear with sin to be defiled:
Make me, Lord, a holy child!
3 Holy children-when they die,
ar to Christ above the sky,
Take their seats around His throne,
Make His praise for ever known:
May I, Lord, in truth be styled,
Now, the Saviour's holy child.
(ENTLE Jesus, meek and mild,
GENTLE and;
Pity my simplicity;
Suffer me to come to Thee.
2 Fain I would to Thee be brought :
Gracious God, forbid it not!
In the kingdom of Thy grace,
Give Thy little child a place.
3 Oh, supply my every want!
Feed the young and tender plant;
Day and night my Keeper be;
Every moment watch round me.
HERE was a time when children sang
The Saviour's praise, with sacred glee;
And all the hills of Judah rang
With their exulting jubilee.
2 O, to have joined their rapturous songs,
And swelled their sweet hosannas high,
And blessed Him with our feeble tongues,
As He the Man of Grief-went by !
3 But Christ is now a glorious King,
And angels in His presence bow;
The humble songs that we can sing-
O, can He-will He-hear them now?
4 He can-He will-He loves to hear
The notes which babes and sucklings raise:
Jesus, we come with trembling fear,
O teach our hearts and tongues to praise! 5 We join the hosts around Thy throne, Who once, like us, the desert trod; And thus we make their song our own"Hosanna to the Son of God!"
SUS Christ, my Lord and Saviour,
Once became a child like me;
O that, in my whole behaviour,
He my Pattern still may be!
All my nature is unholy;
Pride and passion dwell within:
But the Lord was meek and lowly,
And was never known to sin.
2 While I'm often vainly trying
Some new pleasure to possess,
He was always self-denying,-
Patient in His worst distress.
Lord, assist a feeble creature,
Guide me by Thy word of truth;
Condescend to be my Teacher,
Through my childhood and my youth.
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