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To make up His jewels,

He cometh,

All His jewels, precious jewels,
His loved and His own.

Like the stars of the morning,
His bright crown adorning,
They shall shine in their beauty,
Bright gems for His crown.

He will gather, He will gather,
The gems for His kingdom;
All the pure ones, all the bright ones,
His loved and His own.

Little children, little children,
Who love their Redeemer,

Are the jewels, precious jewels,
His loved and His own.

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W. O. Cushing.

OD make my life a little light

GWithin the world to glow;

A little flame that burneth bright,
Wherever I may go.

God make my life a little flower,
That giveth joy to all,
Content to bloom in native bower,
Although the place be small.

God make my life a little song
That comforteth the sad;
That helpeth others to be strong,
And makes the singer glad.

THE SAVIOUR'S WELCOME

God make my life a little staff,
Whereon the weak may rest;
That so what health and strength I have,
May serve my neighbours best.

God make my life a little hymn
Of tenderness and praise;

Of faith that never waxeth dim,
In all His wondrous ways.

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Matilda Betham-Edwards.

E smiled as He stretched out His arms in

H glad welcome,

While little ones hastened to press round His knee,

While He laid His kind hand on each little fair forehead,

Saying,
Me.'

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Suffer the children to come unto

He loved them e'en then, though His heart was distressed,

He loveth them still in their innocent glee; And still does He utter those words of sweet welcome,

Oh, "Suffer the children to come unto Me."

Send not from My presence the children: I love them,

And they shall be happy, and joyous, and free: But bring them where blessings from heaven are dropping,

Oh, "Suffer the children to come unto Me."

Anon.

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THE glory of the spring, how sweet!
The new-born life, how glad!

What joy the happy earth to greet,
In new, bright raiment clad!

Divine Renewer, Thee I bless;
I greet Thy going forth;
I love Thee in the loveliness
Of Thy renewed earth.

But O, these wonders of Thy grace,
These nobler works of Thine;
These marvels sweeter far to trace,
These new births more divine.

This new-born glow of faith so strong,
This bloom of love so fair;
This new-born ecstacy of song
And fragrancy of prayer!

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Creator, Spirit, work in me
These wonders sweet of Thine;
Divine Renewer, graciously
Renew this heart of mine.

THE

T. H. Gill.

THE summer days are come again;
Once more the glad earth yields
Her golden wealth of ripening grain,
And breath of clover fields;

And deepening shade of summer woods,
And glow of summer air,

And winging thoughts, and happy moods
Of love and joy and prayer.

NATURE'S PRAISES

The summer days are come again;
The birds are on the wing;
God's praises, in their loving strain,
Unconsciously they sing.

We know who giveth all the good
That doth our cup o'erbrim ;

For summer joy in field and wood,
We lift our song to Him.

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S. Longfellow.

(UMMER suns are glowing,

Over land and sea,

Happy light is flowing

Bountiful and free.

Every thing rejoices

In the mellow rays,
All earth's thousand voices
Swell the psalm of praise.

God's free mercy streameth
Over all the world,
And His banner gleameth
Everywhere unfurled.

Broad, and deep, and glorious,
As the heaven above,
Shines in might victorious
His eternal love.

Lord, upon our blindness,
Thy pure radiance pour;
For Thy loving-kindness,
Make us love Thee more.

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And when clouds are drifting
Dark across our sky,
Then, the mist uplifting,
Father, be Thou nigh.

We will never doubt Thee,
Though Thou veil Thy light:
Life is dark without Thee;
Death with Thee is bright.

Light of Light! shine o'er us
On our pilgrim way,

Go Thou still before us

To the endless day.

W. W. How.

FATHER of mercies,eatures share,

ATHER of mercies, God of love,

The rolling seasons as they move
Proclaim Thy constant care.

When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was Thine,
The seasons knew Thy call;
Thou mad'st the summer sun to shine,

The summer dews to fall.

Thy gifts of mercy from above

Matured the swelling grain ;

And now the harvest crowns Thy love
And plenty fills the plain.