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5 True wisdom, early sought and gained,"
In age will give thee rest;
O then improve the morn of life,
To make its evening blest.

L. M.


Feed my Lambs!

1 WHILE yet the youthful spirit bears
The image of its God within,
And uneffaced that beauty wears,
Which may too soon be stained by sin,-


2 Then is the time for faith and love
To take in charge their precious care,-
Teach the young heart to look above,
Teach the young lips to speak in prayer.

3 The world will come with care and crime,
And tempt too oft that heart astray;
Still the seed sown in early time
Shall not be wholly cast away.

4 The infant prayer, the infant hymn,
Within the darkened soul will rise,
When age's weary eye is dim,
And the grave's shadow round us lies.

5 The infant hymn is heard again,
The infant prayer is breathed once more;
Reclasping thus the broken chain,
We turn to all we loved before.



Songs of Children in Heaven.

1 THERE is a glorious world of light Above the starry sky,

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Where saints departed, clothed in white,
Adore the Lord most high.

2 And hark! — amid the sacred songs
Those heavenly voices raise,

Ten thousand thousand infant tongues
Unite in perfect praise.


3 Those are the hymns that we shall know If Jesus we obey;

That is the place where we shall go,
If found in wisdom's way.

L. M.


The Call of Samuel.


1 IN Israel's fane, by silent night,
The lamp of God was burning bright;
And there, by viewless angels kept,
Samuel, the child, securely slept.

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2 A voice unknown the stillness broke; "Samuel!" it called, and thrice it spoke; He rose; he asked whence came the word; From Eli? No, it was the Lord.

3 Thus early called to serve his God,
In paths of righteousness he trod;
Prophetic visions fired his breast,
And all the chosen tribes were blest.

4 Speak, Lord! and, from our earliest days,
Incline our hearts to love thy ways;
Thy wakening voice hath reached our ear:
Speak, Lord, to us; thy servants hear.

C. M.


Teaching little Children.

1 O SAY not, think not, heavenly notes
To childish ears are vain, -

That the young mind at random floats,
And cannot reach the strain.


2 Was not our Lord a little child,
Taught by degrees to pray,
By father dear and mother mild
Instructed day by day?

3 And loved he not of heaven to talk
With children in his sight,

To meet them in his daily walk,
And to his arms invite?

4 And though some tones be weak and low, What are all prayers beneath,

But cries of babes that cannot know
Half the deep thought they breathe?

5 In his own words we Christ adore;
But angels, as we speak,
Higher above our meaning soar
Than we o'er children weak.

6 And yet his words mean more than they, And yet he owns their praise;

O think not that he turns away
From infants' simple lays!

C. M.



The aged Saint's Reflection and Hope. Psalm 71.

1 My God, my everlasting hope, I live upon thy truth;

Thine hands have held my childhood up, And strengthened all my youth.

2 Still has my life new wonders seen Repeated every year;

Behold my days that yet remain,
I trust them to thy care.

3 Cast me not off when strength declines, When hoary hairs arise;

And round me let thy glories shine,
Whene'er thy servant dies.

4 Let me thy power and truth proclaim
To the surviving age,
And leave a savor of thy name
When I shall quit the stage.

5 The land of silence and of death
Attends my next remove;
O may these poor remains of breath
Teach the wide world thy love.

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1 As various as the moon
Is man's estate below;

To his bright day of gladness soon
Succeeds a night of woe.

The night of woe resigns
Its darkness and its grief·
Again the morn of comfort shines,
And brings our souls relief.



Yet not to fickle chance

Is man's condition given;

His dark and shining hours advance
By the fixed laws of Heaven.

4 God measures unto all
Their lot of good or ill;

Nor this too great, nor that too small,
Ordained by wisest will.

5 Let man conform his mind
To every changing state:
Rejoicing now, and now resigned,
And the great issue wait.

6 Hopeful and humble, bear
Thine evil and thy good:
Nor, by presumption nor despair,
Weak mortal, be subdued.

C. M.


Man's Weakness.

1 WEAK and irresolute is man:
The purpose of to-day,
Woven with pains into his plan,
To-morrow rends away.


2 Some foe to his upright intent
Finds out his weaker part;
Virtue engages his assent,
But pleasure wins his heart.

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