I'M NOT TOO YOUNG FOR GOD TO SEE. My heart resolves, my tongue obeys, To hear their mighty Maker's praise WATTS. I'M NOT TOO YOUNG FOR GOD TO SEE. I'm not too young for God to see, He knows my name and nature too, And all day long He looks at me, And sees my actions through and through. He listens to the words I say, And knows the thoughts I have within, And whether I'm at work or play, He's sure to see me if I sin. If some good minister is by, It makes us careful what we do; Then how much more ought we to fear, The LORD who sees us through and through. Then, when I want to do amiss, I'm not too young for GOD to see. 49 A CHILD'S HYMN OF PRAISE. I THANK the goodness and the grace, I was not born as thousands are, I was not born a little slave, And wish I were but in the grave, I was not born without a home, My God, I thank Thee, who hast planned A better lot for me, And placed me in this happy land, And where I hear of Thee. JANE TAYLOR. A CHILD'S GRAVE. 51 A CHILD'S GRAVE. WHAT is this little grassy mound, Alas, poor baby! did it die? Silence, my child, for could we hear This happy baby's voice, "O do not ever weep for me," "Mourn not because my feeble breath Was stopp'd as soon as given; "There's nothing terrible in death To those who come to heaven. "No sin, no sorrow, no complaints, I live with GOD and all His saints, "While, with the spirits of the just, I smile upon my sleeping dust, JANE TAYLOR. EVENING THOUGHTS. ALL the little flowers I see The sun, where that dull streak of red And I through all the quiet night, EVENING THOUGHTS. And well I know whose lips will smile, Her gentle hands undress me. She 'll tell me there is One above, Who loves me with a tender love, He made the sun, the stars, the skies, He keeps them underneath His wings, 53 Yet, though they 're bright and lovely things, He loves us far the best. For when the birds and flowers are dead, Their whole of life is past; But though we die, yet He has said, And we shall live with Him in heaven; For He has sent His SON To die, that we may be forgiven The sins that we have done. |