COME, LITTLE CHILDREN. L. M. CH. ZECNER, From the AMERICAN HARP. By permission. us raise Unto our God a song of praise; 'Twas he who formed us from the dust, 3 We to thy sacred house of prayer, With gratitude, would oft repair, Tadore thy name, to seek thy face, And hear the message of thy grace. 8. Coming to God. Thy boundless love invites us near, In heaven, O God, thou hearest us: 2 And when we bend the lowly knee, 3 Wilt thou impart thy sacred love, To warm our hearts, to guide our prayer, And fit our souls for heaven above, That we may serve thee better there. 13. Desire of God's favor. In days of childhood may I think 2 O teach my pliant heart to feel Renewing grace and saving love, That I may fix my hopes in thee, And wait for perfect joys above. 3 That as I travel through this world Desire of Truth. Almighty Father, God of Love, To thee, I fain would raise my prayer; May I to thee obedient prove, And be the object of thy care. 2 Assist me. Lord, to know thy will, 3 In revelation may I find The truths which sanctify the heart, And heavenly peace and joy impart. God is Everywhere. That Pow'r which watches, guides,defends, |