The Prayers of Childhood.
How sweetly the birds in the summer time sing,
When the woods with their richest of melody ring,
But dear-er to heaven is the voice of the child,
That lifteth the prayer from a heart un-defiled..
'Tis prayer that can give to thy spirit a bliss, The purest that's known in a world such as this; It opens the gates of the glories on high, Where love never falters, and joys never die.
O bend thou in prayer, when the roseate morn, Blushes over the hills like beauty new born; At noon ne'er forget Him who liveth above,~ At night seek repose in the bosom of love.
How sweetly when age shall o'ershadow thy way, Will come the soft light from dear memory's ray, The prayers of thy childhood shall bring to thee joy, Like gold from the mountain unmixed with alloy.
Awake to Praise. 6's M.
Awake, awake, my voice! Thy God demands this hour; Before his throne rejoice, And fear, yet bless his power. The privilege belongs
To thee to swell his name, And in the breath of songs His majesty proclaim.
Awake, awake, my mind!
Thy reasoning powers employ, With intellect refined,
To seek the Source of joy; Join in the noble note
Which soars from cultured man,
And let the music float
To God, whence it began.
Awake, awake, my heart! Start from thy earthly dream, And in the songs have part Where Jesus leads the theme. Thou must not slumber here; Arise, and be forgiven: Thy Saviour, ever near,
Will point the way to heaven.
Yes, heart, and mind, and voice, Rise at the Gospel's call,
In concert full rejoice, And urge alike on all, On age, though tempest-shook, On youth, in light and joy, On manhood's upward look, To join the high employ."
Thankfulness. 7's M.
God of glory! God of love! Lord of all the worlds above! Thee we bless for daily food, Thee we bless for every good-
Thee we sing with loud acclaim, Praising thy all-glorious name. More than all, we praise thee, Lord, For the blessings of thy word, For the tidings Jesus brought, For the precepts Jesus taught:
Thee we sing with loud acclaim, Praising thy all-glorious name. Gracious Father! Heavenly King! Feeble lips presume to sing; Infant voices humbly raise Grateful, fervent songs of praise:
Thee we sing with loud acclaim, Praising thy all-glorious name.
God is Love. 7's. M. MRS. G. W. BRIGGS.
All things beautiful and fair, Earth and sky and balmy air, Sunny field, and shady grove, Gently whisper, "God is love."
Every tree and flower we pass, Every tuft of waving grass, Every leaf and opening bud, Seem to tell us, "God is good."
Little streams that glide along, Verdant, mossy banks among Shadowing forth the clouds above, Softly murmur, "God is love."
He who dwelleth high in heaven Unto us all things hath given, - Let us, as through life we move, Ever feel that "God is love."
Parental Character of God. S. M.
My Father cheering name! O may I call thee mine? Give me the humble hope to claim A portion so divine.
Whate'er thy will denies,
I calmly would resign;
For thou art just, and good, and wise: O bend my will to thine!
Thy ways are little known
To my weak, erring sight; Yet shall my soul, believing, own That all thy ways are right.
My Father! blissful name! Above expression dear!
If thou accept the humble claim, I bid adieu to fear.
5. Praise to God and the Saviour. 8's & 7's M.
Mighty God, while angels bless thee,
May not mortals lisp thy name?
Lord of men as well as angels,
Thou art every creature's theme: For thy providence, that governs Through thine empire's wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow, Blessed be thy perfect reign.
For thy rich, thy free redemption,- Bright, though veiled in darkness long, Thought is poor, and poor expression; Who can sing that wondrous song Brightness of the Father's glory, Shall thy praise unuttered lie? Break, my tongue, such guilty silence, Sing the Lord who came to die.
Confidence in God. 7's & 6's M.
God is my strong salvation; What foe have I to fear? In darkness and temptation, My light, my help, is near: Though hosts encamp around me, Firm in the fight I stand; What terror can confound me, With God at my right hand?
Place on the Lord reliance; My soul, with courage wait; His truth be thine affiance, When faint and desolate ; His might thy heart shall strengthen, His love thy joy increase; Mercy thy days shall lengthen ;
The Lord will give thee peace.
Natural Beauty an Emblem of Goodness. C. P. M.
Fair are the flowers that deck the ground; And groves and gardens, blooming round, Unnumbered charms unfold; Bright is the sun's meridian ray, And bright the beams of setting day, That robe the clouds in gold.
But far more fair the pious breast, In richer robes of goodness dressed, Where heaven's own graces shine; And brighter far the prospects rise, That burst on faith's delighted eyes From glories all divine.
God in Nature. 7's & 6's M. MRS. N. T. MUNROE.
We hear the mighty thunder
That shakes the startled earth,
We see the vivid lightning
Come flashing into birth.
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