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“ Mother, who made the stars which light
The beautiful blue sky?
That rises up on high ?”
"'T was God, my child, the glorious One
He formed them by his power; He made alike the brilliant sun,
And every leaf and flower.
“ He made your little feet to walk;
Your sparkling eyes to see ;
And limbs so light and free.
“ He paints each fragrant flower that blows
With loveliness and bloom ; He gives the violet and rose,
Their beauty and perfume.
“Our various wants his hands supply;
His care protects us every hour; We're kept beneath his watchful eye,
And always guarded by his power.
“ Then let your little heart, my love,
Its grateful homage pay,
So gently guides your way.”
FOUNDED ON MATTHEW Xix: 13-15.
How happy those dear children were
Whom the Redeemer blessed; Whom, while he breathed that fervent prayer,
He folded to his breast!
How powerful was that prayer to bring
All blessings from above!
Of everlasting love!
How mighty to preserve from sin,
And every dangerous snare! Oh! how I've wished that I had been
A child among them there!
But thanks to that Almighty Friend!
He is the same to-day,
Those babes unblessed away.
WHÀT ARE RICHÉS?
Tell me not of rich Peru,
With her gold and silver mines; Give ine eyes of faith, to view
Jesus, where all treasure shines.
Tell me not of diamonds fair,
That adorn a monarch's crown: Let me Jesus' riches share,
Riches never fully known.
Tell me not of India's store,
Costly silks and satins fine:
Jesus' robe of grace divine.
Sing not of Arabia's gems,
Fragrant fields, and spices sweet: Jesus sheds more rich perfumes
Round his high celestial seat.
Tell me not of power and fame;
Empty things they are to me:
Through a long eternity.
WILL HE LISTEN?
Will the great God, who reigns on high,
Will He, who made each shining star
GOD IS IN HEAVEN.
God is in heaven-can he hear
A little prayer like mine? Yes, thoughtful child, thou need'st not fear,
He listeneth to thine.
God is in heaven-can he see
When I am doing wrong?
All day, and all night long.
If I should tell a lie?
He'd hear it in the sky.
God is in heaven, does he care,
Or is he good to me?
'T is God that giveth thee.
God is in heaven, can I go
To thank him for his care?
And he will see it there,
God is in heaven,-may
pray To go there when I die Yes, love, be good, and then, one day,
He 'll call thee to the sky.
God of my life, my morning song
To thee I cheerful raise ; Thy works of love 't is good to sing,
And pleasant 't is to praise. Preserved by thy almighty arm,
I passed the shades of night; Serene, and safe from every harm
I see the morning light. While many spent the night in cries,
Distressed with pains and woes, In gentle sleep I closed my eyes,
And rose from sweet repose.
Keep me in all my ways;
And guide my future days.
Glory to thee, my God, this night,
Teach me to live that I may dread
Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
THEY THAT SEEK ME EARLY, SHALL FIND ME.”
The Saviour from his throne,
All little children sees;
Will try their Lord to please. •
He looks with eyes of love
When they kneel down to pray,
Instructs them what to say.
He bids them all to seek,
For they shall surely find ;
For he is true and kind.
Then, little children, come!
Obey your Saviour's call;
He'll be your wall in all.
MANY QUESTIONS AND ONE ANSWER.
In winter where can be the flowers,
And leaves that look so green?
Or daisy to be seen!
When pleasant spring comes out ?
And spread them all about ?