His won-drous birth To Christ the Sav iour giv en.

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."

may go,

3 Yet still to His footstool in prayer I
And ask for a share in His love;
And if I now 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.

5 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.

6 I long for the joy of that glorious time,
The sweetest and brightest and best,
When the dear little children of every clime
Shall crowd to His arms and be blest.

Mrs. Jemima Luke, 1841

1 When, His sal va tion bring ing, To Zi - on

1 In His own raiment clad, With His blood dyed; Women walk sorrow-ing By His side.

II.- THE ANSWER.

5 Fol-low to Cal-va- ry; Tread where He trod, He who for ever was Son of God.

9 On the cross lifted Thy face I scan-Bearing that cross for me, Son of Man.

IV. THE APPEAL FROM THE CROSS.

19 Child of My grief and pain,Watched by My love,, I came to call thee to Realms above.

23 O I will follow Thee, Star of my soul,Through the deep shades of life To the goal.