  1211C. M. By cool Siloam’s shady rill. By cool Siloam’s shady rill How fair the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, Of Sharon’s dewy rose! 2 Lo! such the child, whose early feet The paths of peace have trod, Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. 3 By cool Siloam’s shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill, Must shortly fade away. 4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man’s maturer age, Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power, And stormy passions rage. 5 O, thou who givest life and breath, We seek thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age and death, To keep us still thine own. 1212C. M. A child’ sprayer. Dear Jesus! ever at my side, How loving must thou be, To leave thy home in heaven, to guard A little child like me. 2 Thy beautiful and shining face I see not, though so near; The sweetness of thy soft low voice I am too deaf to hear. 3 I can not feel thee touch my hand With pressure light and mild, To check me, as my mother did When I was but a child. 4 But I have felt thee in my thoughts, Fighting with sin for me; And when my heart loves God, I know The sweetness is from thee. 5 And when, dear Saviour! I kneel down, Morning and night, to prayer, Something there is within my heart Which tells me thou art there. 6 Yes! when I pray, thou prayest too— Thy prayer is all for me; But when I sleep, thou sleepest not, But watchest patiently. 1213C. M. Out of the mouth of babes. Come, let us join the hosts above, Now in our youngest days, Remember our Creator’s love, And lisp our Father’s praise. 2 His majesty will not despise The day of feeble things; Grateful the songs of children rise, And please the King of kings. 3 He loves to be remembered thus, And honored for his grace; Out of the mouth of babes likes us, His wisdom perfects praise. 4 Glory to God, and praise, and power, Honor and thanks be given! Children and cherubim adore The Lord of earth and heaven. 1214C. M. Lead us not into temptation. While in the slippery paths of youth, I run secure and free! O let thy blessÉd word of truth, My guide and counsel be. 2 If near the tempter’s wily snare In heedlessness I tread; O be thy kind protecting care, To save me overspread. 3 Thus o’er my life let mercy move, And guide my feet the way That leads me to thy throne above— To everlasting day. 1215C. M. D. Remember thy Creator, etc. Ye joyous ones, upon whose brow The light of youth is shed, O’er whose glad path life’s early flowers In glowing beauty spread; Forget not him whose love hath poured Around that golden light, And tinged those opening buds of hope With hues so softly bright. 2 Thou tempted one, just entering Upon enchanted ground, Ten thousand snares are spread for thee, Ten thousand foes surround: A dark and a deceitful band, Upon thy path they lower; Trust not thine own unaided strength To save thee from their power. 3 Thou whose yet bright and joyous eye May soon be dimmed with tears, To whom the hours of bitterness Must come in coming years; Teach early thy confiding eye To pierce the cloudy screen, To look above the storms, where all Is holy and serene. 1216C. M. Happy is the man that findeth wisdom. O happy is the man who hears Instruction’s warning voice; And who celestial wisdom makes His early, only choice. 2 For she has treasure greater far Than east or west unfold, And her reward is more secure Than all the gain of gold. 3 In her right hand she holds to view A length of happy years; And in her left the prize of fame And honor bright appears. 4 She guides our youth with innocence In pleasure’s path to tread; A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head. 5 According as her labors rise, So her rewards increase; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace. 1217S. M. The Child Jesus. Hail, gracious, heavenly Prince! To thee let children fly: And on thy kindest providence, O may we all rely. 2 Jesus will take the young Beneath his special care; And he will keep their youthful days From every woe and snare. 3 He knows their tender frame, Nor will their youth contemn; For he a little child became, To love and pity them. 4 Nor does he now forget His youthful days on earth: Nor would we ever cease our praise For the Redeemer’s birth. 12188s & 7s. From my youth up. Lord, a little band, and lowly, We are come to sing to thee; Thou art great, and high, and holy, O how solemn should we be! 2 Fill our hearts with thoughts of Jesus, And of heaven, where he is gone; And let nothing ever please us He would grieve to look upon. 3 For we know the Lord of glory Always sees what children do, And is writing now the story Of our thoughts and actions too. 4 Let our sins be all forgiven; Make us fear whate’er is wrong; Lead us on our way to heaven, There to sing a nobler song. 12198s & 7s. Give me thy heart. Take my heart, O Father! mold it In obedience to thy will; And as ripening years unfold it, Keep it true and childlike still. 2 Father, keep it pure and lowly, Strong and brave, yet free from strife, Turning from the paths unholy Of a vain or sinful life. 3 Ever let thy might surround it; Strengthen it with power divine; Till thy cords of love have bound it, Father, wholly unto thine. 122011s & 8s. I think when I read that sweet story, etc. I think when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then. I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, That his arm had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen his kind look when he said, “Let the little ones come unto me.” 2 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, And ask for a share in his love; And if I thus earnestly seek him below, I shall see him and hear him above— In that beautiful place he is gone to prepare For all who are washed and forgiven; And many dear children are gathering there— “For of such is the kingdom of heaven.” 3 But thousands and thousands who wander and fall, Never heard of that heavenly home; I should like them to know there is room for them all, And that Jesus has bid them to come; I long for the joy of that glorious time, The sweetest, and brightest, and best, When the dear little children of every clime Shall crowd to his arms and be blessed. 1221L. M. 6 lines. Thy sun shall no more go down. At evening time, when day is done, Life’s little day is near its close, And all the glare and heat are gone, And gentle dews foretell repose— To crown my faith before the night, At evening time let there be light. 2 At evening time when labor’s past, Though storms and toils have marred my day, Mercy has tempered every blast, And love and hope have cheered the way: Now let the parting hour be bright; At evening time let there be light. 3 God doth send light at evening time, And bid the fears, the doubtings, flee. I trust his promises sublime; His glory now is risen on me; His full salvation is in sight; At evening time there now is light. 1222C. M. D. At evening there shall be light. Our pathway oft is wet with tears, Our sky with clouds o’ercast, And worldly cares and worldly fears Go with us to the last;— Not to the last! God’s word hath said, Could we but read aright: O pilgrim! lift in hope thy head— At eve it shall be light! 2 Though earth-born shadows now may shroud Our toilsome path awhile, God’s blessÉd word can part each cloud, And bid the sunshine smile. If we but trust in living faith, His love and power divine, Then, though our sun may set in death, His light shall round us shine. 3 When tempest-clouds are dark on high, His bow of love and peace Shines beauteous in the vaulted sky— A pledge that storms shall cease. Then keep we on with hope unchilled, By faith and not by sight, And we shall own his word fulfilled— At eve it shall be light. 1223C. M. When I am old—forsake me not. God of my childhood and my youth, The Guide of all my days, I have declared thy heavenly truth, And told thy wondrous ways. 2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs, And leave my fainting heart? Who shall sustain my sinking years, If God, my strength, depart? 3 Let me thy power and truth proclaim To the surviving age, And leave a savor of thy name When I shall quit the stage. 4 The land of silence and of death Attends my next remove; O, may these poor remains of breath Teach the wide world thy love. 1224C. H. M. Watch and pray. Go watch and pray; thou canst not tell How near thine hour may be; Thou canst not know how soon the bell May toll its notes for thee: Death’s countless snares beset thy way; Frail child of dust, go watch and pray. 2 Fond youth, while free from blighting care, Does thy firm pulse beat high? Do hope’s glad visions, bright and fair, Dilate before thine eye? Soon these must change, must pass away; Frail child of dust, go watch and pray. 3 Thou aged man, life’s wintry storm Hath seared thy vernal bloom; With trembling limbs, and wasting form, Thou’rt bending o’er thy tomb; And can vain hope lead thee astray? Go, weary pilgrim, watch and pray. 4 Ambition, stop thy panting breath: Pride, sink thy lifted eye! Behold the caverns, dark with death, Before you open lie: The heavenly warning now obey; Ye sons of pride, go watch and pray. 1225C. P. M. Thou art my trust from my youth. Thy mercy heard my infant prayer, Thy love, with all a mother’s care, Sustained my childish days; Thy goodness watched my ripening youth, And formed my heart to love thy truth, And filled my lips with praise. 2 Then e’en in age and grief, thy name Shall still my languid heart inflame, And bow my faltering knee: O! yet this bosom feels the fire, This trembling hand and drooping lyre Have yet a strain for thee! 3 Yes! broken, tuneless, still, O Lord, This voice transported shall record Thy goodness, tried so long; Till, sinking slow, with calm decay, Its feeble murmurs melt away Into a seraph’s song. 12268s & 7s. Only waiting. Only waiting till the shadows Are a little longer grown; Only waiting till the glimmer Of the day’s last beam is flown; Till the night of earth is faded From the heart once full of day; Till the stars of heaven are breaking Through the twilight soft and gray. 2 Only waiting till the reapers Have the last sheaf gathered home; For the summer time is faded, And the autumn winds have come. Quickly, reapers, gather quickly The last ripe hours of my heart, For the bloom of life is withered, And I hasten to depart. 3 Only waiting till the shadows Are a little longer grown; Only waiting till the glimmer Of the day’s last beam is flown; Then, from out the gathered darkness, Holy, deathless stars shall rise, By whose light my soul shall gladly Tread its pathway to the skies. 122710s. Abide with me. Abide with me! fast falls the eventide; The darkness thickens; Lord! with me abide! When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless! O abide with me! 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day; Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see; O thou who changest not! abide with me. 3 I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power? Who like thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me! 4 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies; Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord! abide with me. 122811s & 10s. Come unto me. Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather, When the sad heart is weary and distrest, Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father, Come unto me, and I will give you rest! 2 Ye who have mourned when the spring flowers were taken, When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground, When the loved slept, in brighter homes to waken, Where their pale brows with spirit-wreaths are crowned. 3 Large are the mansions in thy Father’s dwelling, Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim; Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling, Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn. 4 There, like an Eden, blossoming in gladness, Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed; Come unto me, all ye who droop in sadness, Come unto me, and I will give you rest. 12298s & 7s. For old age. Gracious Source of every blessing! Guard our breast from anxious fears; Let us, each thy care possessing, Sink into the vale of years. 2 All our hopes on thee reclining, Peace companion of our way, May our sun, in smiles declining, Rise in everlasting day. |
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