Hymns, Songs, and Fables, for Young People | Page 2

Honest Bird 73
Soliloquy of Ellen's Squirrel 76
The Pin, Needle, and Scissors 77
Learned Fred 83
Little Roland 84
Billy Rabbit to Mary 91
The Old and New Shoes 93
The Monkeys and the Bears 97
HYMNS.
"SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME UNTO ME."
"Let little children come to me,"--
This is what the Saviour said;

Little children, come and see
Where these gracious words are read.
Often on these pages look,--
Of the love of God they tell;
'Tis
indeed a holy book,--
Learn to read and love it well.
Thus you hear the Saviour speak,--
"Come ye all and learn of me";


He was gentle, lowly, meek,--
So should all his followers be.
When our Saviour from above,
From his Father did descend,
He
took them in his arms of love,
And children knew him for their
friend.
All little children Jesus blessed,--
Blessed in innocence they are;

Little children he caressed;
Praise him in your infant prayer.
HYMN.
Praise to God! O let us raise
From our hearts a song of praise!
Of
that goodness let us sing
Whence our lives and blessings spring.
Praise to him who made the light,
Praise to him who gave us sight,

Praise to him who formed the ear;
Will he not his children hear?
Praise him for our happy hours,
Praise him for our varied powers,

For these thoughts that rise above,
For these hearts he made for love,
For the voice he placed within,
Bearing witness when we sin;
Praise
to him whose tender care
Keeps this watchful guardian there.
Praise his mercy, that did send
Jesus for our guide and friend;

Praise him, every heart and voice,
Him who makes all worlds rejoice.
HYMN FOR A LITTLE BOY.
"What, mother, makes it seem to me,
When I am all alone,
As if
some one could hear and see,
And all my thoughts were known?
"Sometimes it makes me very glad,
And dance and sing with joy;

Sometimes it makes me very sad,
And frights your little boy.
"O, tell me, mother, tell me why;
For I have never known
Why 'tis I
laugh, or why I cry,
When I am all alone."

"My child, you never are alone;
There is a watchful eye
To which
your very thoughts are known;
'Tis God is ever nigh.
"He made your little heart for joy,
He tunes your happy song;
O,
then, my little timid boy,
Fear only doing wrong.
"For he who makes your heart so glad,
Who bids the good be gay,

With the same love will make it sad,
Whene'er you disobey.
"He is our Father, and he hears
Your weakest, faintest prayer;
He
wipes away an infant's tears,
And children are his care."
"THE LORD IS MY STRENGTH."
Almighty Father! I am weak,
But thou wilt strengthen me,
If from
my heart I humbly seek
For help and light from thee.
When I am tempted to do wrong,
Then, Father, pity me,
And make
my failing virtue strong;
Help me to think of thee!
Let Christian courage guard my youth;
That courage give to me

Which ever speaks and acts the truth,
And puts its trust in thee.
HYMN.
Will God, who made the earth and sea,
The night, and shining day,

Regard a little child like me,
And listen when I pray?
If I am hungry, poor, and cold,
Then will he hear my cry?
And
when I shall be sick and old,
O, then will God be nigh?
Yes; in his holy word we read
Of his unfailing love;
And when his
mercy most we need,
His mercy he will prove.
To those who seek him, he is near;
He looks upon the heart,
And
from the humble and sincere
He never will depart.

He sees our thoughts, our wishes knows,
He hears our faintest prayer;

Where'er the faithful Christian goes,
He finds his Father there.
Obedient children need not fear;
God is a faithful friend,
And when
no other help is near,
He will deliverance send.
Then fear not hunger, cold, or pain,
But fear to disobey
That power
which does your life sustain,
And guards you every day.
"THY WILL BE DONE."
How sweet to be allowed to pray
To God, the Holy One,
With filial
love and trust to say,--
"Father, thy will be done!"
We in these sacred words can find
A cure for every ill;
They calm
and soothe the troubled mind,
And bid all care be still.
O, let that will, which gave me breath
And an immortal soul,
In joy
or grief, in life or death,
My every wish control!
O, could my heart thus ever pray,
Thus imitate thy Son!
Teach me,
O God, with truth to say,--
"Thy will, not mine, be done!"
SABBATH DAY.
How sweet upon this sacred day,
The best of all the seven,
To cast
our earthly thoughts away,
And think of God and heaven!
How sweet to be allowed to pray
Our sins may be forgiven;
With
filial confidence to say,
"Father, who art in heaven"!
With humble hope to bend the knee,
And, free from folly's leaven,

Confess that we have strayed from thee,
Thou righteous Judge in
heaven!
And if to make all sin depart
In vain the will has striven,
He who

regards the inmost heart
Will send his grace from heaven.
If from the bosom that is dear
By cold unkindness driven,
The heart
that knows