THE INFANT JESUS. Who is that lady kneeling by, What man is that who seems to smile The infant makes him happy too. Who makes the crib so bright and dear? Who are these people kneeling down, With crooked sticks, and hands so brown? The little angels woke them up. The ox and ass, how still and mild They warm so kindly with their breath. Hail, holy cave! though dark thou be, 139 140 HYMN. THE CHILDREN'S DESIRE. I THINK, when I read the sweet story of old, - That his arms had been thrown around me ; And that I might have seen his kind look, when he said, "Let the little ones come unto me." Yet still to his footstool in faith I may go, HYMN. I WANT to be like Jesus, So lovely and so meek; For no one marked an angry word, CHRIST'S LOVE. I want to be like Jesus, I want to be like Jesus, Engaged in doing good, So that it may of me be said, "She hath done what she could." Alas! I'm not like Jesus, As any one may see; O gentle Saviour, send thy grace And make me like to thee! 141 MELODIES FOR CHILDHOOD. CHRIST'S LOVE. SEE the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands, Permit them to approach, he cries, For 't was to bless such souls as these 142 COME TO ME. He'll lead us to the heavenly streams And guide us to the fruitful fields The feeblest lamb amidst the flock SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMN-Book. COME TO ME. "LITTLE children, come to me;" Little children, come and see Where those blessed words are read. Thus ye hear the Saviour speak: "Come ye all, and learn of me, I am gentle, lowly, meek; So should little children be. When our Saviour from above From his Father did descend, Taken in his arms of love, Children saw in him their friend. LET THEM COME. Jesus little children blessed; Blest in innocence they are; Little children, thus caressed, Praise him in your infant prayer! LET THEM COME. "LET them come, the little children, May we come, all false and sinning, He can help us in our passion, But to have his smile and favor, To be called the Saviour's own, We must all be true and tender, Seeking, loving good alone. 143 FOLLEN. |