But, LORD, Thou already hast known Too little for GOD to descry: The largest or smallest from Thee. The year is just going away, The moments are finishing fast; Look down in Thy mercy I pray, To pardon the sin that is past: And as soon as another begins, So help me to walk in thy fear, That I may not with follies and sins So foolishly waste a new year. BEWARE. A LITTLE theft, a small deceit, Too often leads to more: JANE TAYLOR. 'Tis hard at first, but tempts the feet As through an open door. Just as the broadest rivers run From small and distant springs, The greatest crimes that men have done, Have grown from little things. THE ORPHAN. 17 THE ORPHAN. My father and mother are dead, I cast my eyes into the tomb, The sight made me bitterly cry; I cast my eyes round me again, I cast up my eyes to the sky, I groaned, though I said not a word; yes, and He graciously smiled, And bid me on Him to depend; He whispered, "Fear not little child, For I am thy Father and Friend." I WANT TO BE AN ANGEL. I WANT to be an angel, And with the angels stand; A crown upon my forehead, And a harp within my hand. Then, right before my SAVIOUR, So glorious and so bright, I'd make the sweetest music, And praise Him day and night. I never should be weary, I know I'm weak and sinful, Have gone to Heaven to live. To bear me to the sky. |