134 THE THRONE. For compassion if thou call, If thou wouldst affection find, If thou wouldst obtain the love Then to all his children be What thou wouldst they should to thee. W. ROSCOE. THE THRONE. WHAT throne may bear the eternal God, What palace boast his bright abode, Ye stars, that gem yon glorious vault, Ye sons of light, your God's first-born! HYMN. Ask ye where dwells the eternal God? What planets bear his feet? What clustered suns are his abode, His burning, dazzling seat? There is a throne your God will grace,- There will he choose his dwelling-place, 135 HYMN. THE glorious God who reigns on high, Father of all! my Father too! O make me good, and just, and true, O may thy gracious presence bless And guide me through this vale of tears. MRS. GILMAN. 136 OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN. "OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN." GREAT God, and wilt thou condescend Art thou my Father? Canst thou bear Art thou my Father? Let me be Art thou my Father? I'll depend Art thou my Father? Then at last, JANE TAYLOR. II. THE GOOD SHEPHERD. SWEDISH MOTHER'S HYMN. BY FREDERIKA BREMER. THERE sitteth a dove, so white and fair. And she listeneth how to Jesus Christ Lightly she spreads her friendly wings, And unto the Father in heaven she bears And back she comes from Heaven's gate, And brings that dove so mild ! From the Father in heaven who hears her speak Then children lift up a pious prayer,- That heavenly dove, so white and fair, All on the lily spray. TRANS. BY MISS MARY HOWITT. 138 THE INFANT JESUS. "COME UNTO ME." As children once to Christ were brought, So now we little children ought And as so many years ago Then while, this favor to implore, Dear Jesus, on my head. HYMNS FOR INFANT MINDS. THE INFANT JESUS. WHAT lovely infant can this be, |