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Love is the eternal childhood;
He made a child confront the proud,
And be in simple guise their teacher.
Life's song, indeed, would lose its charm,
Were there no babies to begin it; 364. CHILDREN, Advice to.
A doleful place this world would be,
Were there no little people in it.
366. CHILDREN, Blessing upon.
" Suffer that little children come to Me,
Forbid them not.” Emboldened by his CHRIST is kind and gentle,
words, CHRisT is pure and true,
The mothers onward press ; but, finding vain And His little children
The attempt to reach the Lord, they trust Must be holy too.
their babes There's a wicked spirit
To strangers' hands; the innocents, alarmed
Amid the throng of faces all unknown,
Shrink, trembling, till their wandering eyes
The countenance of Jesus, beaming love But ye must not hear him,
And pity; eager then they stretch their arms, Though 'tis hard for you
And, cowering, lay their heads upon His To resist the evil,
367, CHILDREN, Christ Blessing. 365, CHILDREN, Benefit of.
I think when I read that sweet story of old,
When Jesus was here among men, [fold, A dreary place would be this earth
How He called little children as lambs to His Were there no little people in it;
I should like to have been with them then. The song of life would lose its mirth Were there no children to begin it. I wish that His hands had been placed on my
head, No little forms, like buds to grow,
That His arms had been thrown around me, And make the admiring heart surrender; And that I'might have seen His kind look No little hands on breast and brow,
when He said, To keep the thrilling love-chords tender. Let the little ones come unto me. No babe within our arms to leap,
Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go, No little feet toward slumber tending;
And ask for a share in His love; No little knee in prayer to bend,
And if I thus earnestly seek Him below, Our lips the sweet words lending.
I shall see Him and hear Him above. What would the mothers do for work, In that beautiful place He is gone to prepare,
Were there no pants or jackets tearing? For all who are washed and forgiven ; No tiny dresses to embroider ?
And many dear children are gathering there, No cradle for their watchful caring.
For of such is the kingdom of heaven. No rosy boys, at wintry morn,
Mrs. J. Luke. With satchels to the school-house hasting; 368. CHILDREN, Death and the. No merry shouts as home they rush, No precious morsel for their tasting;
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
Tall, grave, grown people at the table : And the flowers that grow between.
“Shall I have nought that is fair?" saith he;
“Have nought but the bearded grain ? The sterner souls would get more stern, Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to Unfeeling natures more inhuman,
I will give them all back again." [me, And man to stoic coldness turn, And woman would be less than woman. He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes.
He kissed their drooping leaves;
Through Time's mysterious dim unfolding, He bound them in his sheaves.
“My Lord hath need of these flow'rets gay,"
The Reaper said, and smiled; So said His voice in whom we trust,
“Dear tokens of the carth are they, When in Judea's realm a preacher, 1 Where He was once a child.
They shall all bloom in fields of light, 371, CHILDREN Jewels.
Pointing to such well might Cornelia say, And saints upon their garments white
When the rich casket shone in bright array, These sacred blossoms wear.”
“These are my jewels!” Well of such as he, And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
When Jesus spake, well might his language be, The flow'rs she most did love;
“Suffer these little ones to come to me!” She knew she should find them all again
Samuel Rogers. In the fields of light above.
372. Children, Lesson from. Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
O little feet! that such long years The Reaper came that day;
Must wander on through hope and fears, 'Twas an angel visited the green earth,
Must ache and bleed beneath your load; And took the flowers away.
I, nearer to the wayside inn
Where toil shall cease and rest begin, 369. CHILDREN, Death of.
I am weary, thinking of your road! The morning flowers display their sweets,
O little hands ! that, wcak or strong, And gay their silken leaves unfold;
Have still to serve or rule so long,
Have still so long to give or ask;
I, who so much with book and pen
Have toiled among my fellow-men, Nipp'd by the wind's unkindly blast, Am weary, thinking of your task.
Parch'd by the sun's directer ray,
O little hearts ! that throb and beat
With such impatient, feverish heat,
Such limitless and strong desires; So blooms the human face divine,
Mine, that so long has glowed and burned When youth its pride of beauty shows : | With passions into ashes turned, Fairer than spring the colors shine,
Now covers and conceals its fires. And sweeter than the virgin rose.
O little souls ! as pure and white Or worn by slowly-rolling years,
And crystalline as rays of light Or broke by sickness in a day,
Direct from Heaven, their source divine; The fading glory disappears,
Refracted through the mist of years, The short-lived beauties die away. How red my setting sun appears, Yet these, new rising from the tomb,
How lurid looks this soul of mine! With lustre brighter far shall shine,
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Revive with ever-during bloom,
373. CHILDREN, Mourning for. Safe from diseases and decline.
I heard a bell : Let sickness blast, let death devour,
There is a funeral, then, behind the church.
2d Child. Are the trees sorry when their If Heaven must recompense our pains ;
leaves drop off ? Perish the grass, and fade the flower,
1st Child. You talk such silly words; no, If firm the word of God remains.
not at all. Samuel Wesley, Jr. 870. CHILDREN, Example for.
There goes another leaf. Jean Ingelow. Lamb of God, I look to Thee,
374. CHILDREN, Pleasure of.
Ah! what would the world be to us
If the children were no more?
We should dread the desert behind us
Worse than the dark before.
What the leaves are to the forest,
With light and air for food,
Ere their sweet and tender juices
Have been hardened into wood,
That to the world are children;
Through them it feels the glow
Of a brighter and sunnier climate
Than reaches the trunks below.
Come to me, O ye children!
And whisper in my car
What the birds and the winds are singing
In your sunny atmosphere.
For what are all our contrivings,
And the wisdom of our books,
When compared with your caresses,
Ye are better than all the ballads
That ever were sung or said;
II. W. Longfelloro. 375. CHILDREN, Prayers of In the quiet nursery chambers,
Snowy pillows yet unpressed, See the forms of little children
Kneeling, white-robed for their rest; All in quiet pursery chambers,
While the dusky shadows creep, Hear the voices of the children
"Now I lay me down to sleep." On the meadow and the mountain
Calmly shine the winter stars, But across the glistening lowlands
Slant the moonlight's silver bars : In the silence and the darkness,
Darkness growing still more deep, Listen to the little children
Praying God their souls to keep. “If we dic"_so pray the children,
And the mother's head drops low; (One from out her fold is sleeping
Deep beneath the winter's snow ;) "Take our souls : " and past the casement
Flits a gleam of crystal light, Like the trailing of his garments,
Walking evermore in white. Little souls that stand expectant
Listening at the gates of life,
Of the tumult and the strife;
Meeting ranks of foemen there,
In your simple vesper prayer. When your hands shall grasp this standard,
Which to-day you watch from far,
In this universal war:
Whose strong eye can never slcer,
Firm and true your souls to keep. When the combat ends, and slowly
Clears the smoke from out the skies,
All the noise of battle dies.
Settle down on you and me,
Take our souls eternally.
Talents few or many;
That they have not any.
Have a greater number,
Yet my one I prize,
And it must not slumber.
Ere I enter heaven,
Which to me was given ?
Bring the springing flowers,
Much by little powers.
Every little measure,
“Lay me,” lisped the tiny lips Of my daughter, kneeling, bending,
O'er her folded finger-tips. “Down to sleep "_" to sleep,” she mur.. I
mured, And the curly head drooped low; “I pray the Lord," I gently added,
“You can say it all, I know.” “Pray the Lord "—the words came faintly,
Fainter still" My soul to keep,' Then the tired head fairly nodded,
And the child was fast asleep. But the dewy eyes half opened
When I clasped her to my breast, And the dear voice softly whispered,
“Mamma, God knows all the rest." Oh, the trusting, sweet confiding
Of the child-heart! Would that I Thus might trust my Heavenly Father,
He who hears my feeblest cry.
378. CHILDREN, Teaching.
slave :) And He who made thee to be just and true Will bless thee, love thee, –ay, respect thee too!
Oliver Wendell Holmes.
hed, The thnounce it as the black *
380. CHRIST, Abiding in. '
Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes; Abide in me, I pray, and I in thee;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to From this good hour, oh! leave me never-I- the skies; more:
shealed, Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain Then shall the discord cease, the wound be shadows flee ; The life-long bleeding of the soul be o'er. In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
Henry Francis Lyte. Abide in me; o'ershadow by thy love Each half-formed purpose and dark thought) 382. CHRIST, Ability of. of sin;
A lowly man-He takes my sins, and bears Quench, e'er it rise, each selfish, low desire; the heavy load; And keep my soul as thine, calm and di- A lowly man–He takes my hand, and leads vine.
me up the road;
And when I know this lowly man is my CreaAs some rare perfume in a vase of clay Pervades it with a fragrance not its own,
Oh, this hath solved me much dark speech; So, when thou dwellest in a mortal soul,
and loosed tongues that were dumb ! All heaven's own sweetness seems around
For all creation round me now a Gospel has
become, it thrown.
And what had seemed to me before mere Abide in me. There have been moments blest I wild, confused Babel, When I have heard thy voice and felt thy Is now a fire-tongued Pentecost, proclaimpower:
ing–CHRIST IS ABLE! Then evil lost its grasp ; and passion, hushed. The thunders, in the crashing skies, anOwned the divine enchantment of the nounce it as they roll; hour.
The lightnings on the black storm wall, write
it in vivid scroll; These were but seasons beautiful and rare; And stars repeat it, down the dark, in mystic Abide in me, and they shall ever be:
jewelled light; Fulfil at once thy precept and my prayer; The Urim and the Thummim on the breastCome and abide in me, and I in thee.
plate of the night; Harriet Beecher Stowe. And strong Orion shouts to me what slum381. CHRIST, Abiding with..
bered in old fable,
And echoes from eternal night-vaults answer, Abide with me; fast falls the eventide ;
Able! Able! The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide : and comet. cresting bended heavens, waves When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
echo to the word, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Like waving white plume in the star-mailed Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
helmet of the Lord ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
For all creation its evangel utters forth abroad Change and decay in all around I see,
Into mine ear, when now I know my Saviour O Thou Who changest not, abide with me.
Christ is God! W. B. Robertson. Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,
383. CHRIST, Alone with. But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, | Alone with Thee! alone with Thee! Lord.
O Friend divine ! Familiar, condescending, patient, free, Thou Friend of friends, to me most dear, Come, not to sojouin, but abide with me! Though all unseen, I feel Thee near;
| And, with the love that knows no fear, Come not in terrors, as the King of kings;
I call Thee mine. But kind and good, with healing in Thy | wings:
Alone with Thee! alone with Thee ! Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea,
Now through my breast Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with There steals a breath like breath of balm me.
That healing brings and holy calm,
That soothes like chanted song or psalm, I need Thy presence every passing hour;
And makes me blest. What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power
| Alone with Theel alone with Thee ! Who like Thyself my guide and stay may be? | Thy grace more sweet Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide Than music in the twilight still, with me.
Than airs that groves of spices fill,
| More fresh than dews on Hermon's hill, I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless;
My soul doth greet.
In Thy pure light
The tempting steeps that pride would climb, i
Pale on my sight.
My softened heart
Thou canst impart.
I want no more
Yon glistering shore.
There not alone,
Before Thy throne. Ray Palmer.
By faith to cling to Thee.
My soul would cling to Thee.
While sbe can cling to Thee.
Each hour to cling to Thee.
Still would I cling to Thee.
Whispers “Still cling to Me."
The soul that clings to Thee!
Because they cling to Thee.
385, OHRIST, Confessing.
How pleasing is the task !
Beyond what I can ask.
To tell but half the joy;
And helps me to reply.
Such secrets to declare:
Exposed to open air.
Nor care if thousands hear,-
Nor life is half so dear. And can you frown, my former friends,
Who knew what once I was, And blame the song that thus commends
The Man who bore the cross ?
And not as fancy paints;
William Coroper. 386. CHRIST, For Mo.
For me He left His home on high;
For me He sits at His right hand. 387. CHRIST, Friendship of
Rest of the weary,
Joy of the sad,
Light of the glad;
Strength to the end,
Saviour and Friend !
Love rests its head;
Life of the dead;