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The week is passing fast away,
The hours are almost done; Before I rise, the Sabbath-day
Will surely be begun.
Through all this week what have I done?
Have I been kind to all ?
Have I been still when I was bid,
And ceased to make a noise ? Have I been good in all I did,
At lessons or at toys?
I’m naughty every day I live,
Say many a foolish word;
Through JESUS CHRIST, my LORD.
An infant's prayer He will not scorn;
I'll pray before I sleep,
M. L. DUNCAN. FOR A VERY LITTLE CHILD.
FOR A VERY LITTLE CHILD.
O THAT it were my chief delight
To do the things I ought!
To mind what I am taught.
Wherever I am told to go,
I'll cheerfully obey ;
I have a pretty play.
When I am bid, I 'll freely bring
Whatever I have got;
If mother tells me not.
When she permits me, I may
tell About my little toys; But if she's busy, or unwell,
I must not make a noise.
And when I learn my hymns to say,
And work, and read, and spell, I will not think about my play,
But try and do it well :
For God looks down from heaven on high,
Our actions to behold;
To do as they are told.
LITTLE drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
And the pleasant land.
Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Thus our little errors
Lead the soul away
Off in sin to stray.
Little deeds of kindness,
Little words of love,
Like the heaven above.
Who made the sky that looks so blue,
Who made the grass so green;
In pretty colors seen?
Who made the little bird to fly?
How sweetly she has sung ;
She 'll not forget her young.
Who made the sun that shines so bright,
And gladdens all we see?
How thankful should we be !
Who made the moon and stars so high,
The darkest night to cheer?
Oft as the heavens are clear!
GOD IS GOOD.
God is good! Each perfumed flower,
The smiling fields, the dark green wood, The insect, futtering for an hour,
All things proclaim that God is good.
I hear it in the rushing wind;
Hills that have for ages stood,
Are still repeating, God is good.
Each little rill, that many a year,
Has the same verdant path pursued, And every bird, in accents clear,
Joins in the song that God is good.
The restless main, with haughty roar,
Calms each wild wave and billow rude, Retreats submissive from the shore,
And swells the chorus, God is good.
Countless hosts of burning stars
Sing His praise with light renewed ; The rising sun each day declares,
In rays of glory, God is good,