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Well pleas'd that little flock to see,
The Saviour kindly smil'd;
Oh! then he will not frown on me,
Because I am a child.

The Beginning of Evil.

By envious Cain we're taught
How murder may begin,
And how one angry, jealous thought,
May lead to greater sin.

Our evil actions spring

From small and hidden seeds :
At first, we think some wicked thing,
Then practise wicked deeds.

Cain once, perhaps, might start
At what he soon might be ;
But they who trust an evil heart,
May prove as vile as he:

With many a fair pretence

It tempts us further on;

And hides the dreadful consequence, Till life and hope are gone.

Oh! for a holy fear

Of ev'ry evil way,

That we may never venture near
The path that leads astray.

Wherever it begins,

It ends in death and woe ; And he who suffers little sins, A sinner's doom shall know.

God sees and knows every Thing.

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 it if I sin.

O! how could children tell a lie,
Or cheat in play, or steal, or fight,
If they remember'd God was by,
And had them always in his sight?

When those we love are standing near,
It makes us careful what we do;
And how much more we ought to fear

The Lord who sees us through and through!

Then when I want to do amiss,
However pleasant it may be,
I'll always try to think of this-
I'm not too young for God to see.

Holy Desires.

Preserve me, Lord, amidst the crowd,
From ev'ry thought that's vain and proud;
And raise my wand'ring eyes to see
How good it is to trust in Thee.

From all the enemies of truth,

Do thou, O Lord! preserve my youth;
And keep my mind from anxious cares,
From youthful sins and youthful snares.

Lord, in my heart, though hard as stone,
Let seeds of early grace be sown :
Still water'd by thy heav'nly love,
Till they shall spring to joys above.

Morning Gratitude.

Almighty God! by thy great pow'r,
I hail again the morning hour:

How fair the green fields meet my eyes!
How sweet the birds sing in the skies!

How fresh appear the hills and trees! And oh! how pure the morning breeze!

I bless thy love in all I see;

For were not these things made for me?
And was it not to meet my sight
Was hung aloft that globe of light?
Nor mine alone, for thou hast given
Thy good to all beneath the heaven.

And I rejoice that others share
The gift, the blessing, and the prayer;
Then though a little child I be,
Yet may I bend myself to thee,
And join my infant voice to raise
A simple hymn of grateful praise.

The Example of Christ.

Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour,
Once became a child like me :
O that in my whole behaviour,
He my pattern still might be !

All my nature is unholy;

Pride and passion dwell within But the LORD was meek and lowly, And was never known to sin.

While I'm often vainly trying
Some new pleasure to possess,
He was always self-denying-
Patient in his worst distress.

Let me never be forgetful
Of his precepts any more-
Idle, passionate, and fretful,
As I've often been before.

Lord, though now thou art in glory,
We have thine example still;
I can read thy sacred story,
And obey thy holy will.

Help me by that rule to measure
Ev'ry word and ev'ry thought;
Thinking it my greatest treasure
There to learn what thou hast taught.

"Remember thy Creator."

In the soft season of thy youth,
In nature's smiling bloom,
Ere age arrive, and trembling wait
Its summons to the tomb-

Remember thy Creator, God;
For him thy pow'rs employ;
Make him thy fear, thy love, thy hope,
Thy confidence, thy joy.

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