Children. How vicious, wretched, might we be, In Christian truth untaught! But now devoted, Lord, to thee, Teachers and Children. Then, with united heart and voice, In thy loved presence we rejoice, O, when we all appear above, May'st thou confirm our mutual love, 135 of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died! Land of the My native country! thee- I love thy rocks and rills, Let music swell the breeze, Our fathers' God! to thee- To thee we sing ; Long may our land be bright Protect us by thy might, 137 flower that grows, But God has placed it there. There's not of grass a single blade, Where heavenly skill is not displayed, There's not a star whose twinkling light Then wake, my soul, and sing His name, Who spread abroad earth's glorious frame, THE USE OF FLOWERS. O, wherefore were the flowers all made, They spring in valleys green and low, Our outward life requires them not; To comfort man; to whisper hope, CHILDHOOD OF JESUS. In the green fields of Palestine, Along the Jordan's sacred stream, Once lived and roved the fairest child That ever blessed the earth; The holiest, the happiest, And yet of humblest birth. How beautiful his childhood was, O, dear to his young mother's heart Kindly in all his deeds and words, His very soul was love. O, is it not a blessed thought, That once the Saviour was a child, |