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5. My God, I thank Thee, who hast planned

A better lot for me,
And placed me in this favored land,

Where I may hear of Thee.


C. M.
1. ALMIGHTY God! Thy piercing eye

Strikes through the shades of night,
And our most secret actions lie

All open to Thy sight.
2. There's not a sin that we commit,

Nor wicked word we say,
But in Thy dreadful book 't is writ

Against the judgment-day.
3. Lord, at Thy foot ashamed I lie;

Upward I dare not look ;
Pardon my sins before I die,

And blot them from Thy book.
4. Remember all the dying pains,

Thou, my Redeemer felt,
And let Thy blood wash out my stains,

And answer for my guilt.
5. O may I now forever fear

To indulge a sinful thought,
Since the great God can see and hear,

And writes down every fault.



C. M.
1. Why should I join with those in play,

In whom I've no delight,
Who curse and swear, but never pray,

Who call ill names and fight.
2. I hate to hear a wanton song,

Their words offend my ears;
I should not dare defile my tongue

With language such as theirs.

3. Away from fools I'll turn my eyes,

Nor with the scoffers go;
I would be walking with the wise,

That wiser I may grow.
4. From one rude boy that's used to mock,

They learn the wicked jest,
One sickly sheep infects the flock,

And poisons all the rest.
5. My God, I hate to walk or dwell

With sinful children here,
Then let me not be sent to hell,

Where none but sinners are. WATTS.


C. M.
1. How doth the little busy bee

Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day

From every opening flower!
2. How skillfully she builds her cell!

How neat she spreads her wax!
And labors hard to store it well,

With the sweet food she makes.
3. In works of labor or of skill,

I would be busy too,
For Satan finds some mischief still

For idle hands to do.
4. In books, or work, or healthful play,

That I may give for every day

Some good account at last.

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1. WHATEVER brawls disturb the street,

There should be peace at home,
Where sisters dwell, and brothers meet,

Quarrels should never come.

2. Birds in their little nests agree,

And it is a shameful sight
When children of one family

Fall out, and chide, and fight.
3. Hard names at first, and threatening words,

That are but noisy breath,
May grow to clubs and naked swords,

To murder and to death.
4. The wise will make their anger cool,

At least before 't is night;
But in the bosom of a fool

It burns till morning light.
5. Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage,

Our little brawls remove,
That, as we grow to riper age,

Our hearts may be all love.


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1. WHENE’ER I take my walks abroad

How many poor I see;
What shall I render to my God

For all his gifts to me?
2. Not more than others I deserve,

Yet God hath given me more,
For I have food while others starve,

Or beg from door to door.
3. How


children in the street
Half naked I behold,
While I am clothed from head to feet,

And covered from the cold.
4. While some poor wretches scarce can tell

Where they may lay their head,
I have a home wherein to dwell,
And rest upon my


5. While others early learn to swear,

And curse, and lie, and steal,
Lord, I am taught Thy name to fear,

And do Thy holy will.
6. Are these Thy favors day by day,

To me above the rest,
Then let me love Thee more than they,

And try to serve Thee best.



1. What bless'd examples do I find

Writ in the word of truth,
Of children that began to mind

Religion in their youth.
2. Jesus who reigns above the sky,

And keeps the world in awe,
Once was a child as young as I,

And kept his Father's law.
3. At twelve years old he talked with men-

The Jews in wonder stand,
Yet he obeyed his mother then,

And came at her command.
4. Children a sweet hosanna sung,

And blest their Saviour's name;
They gave him honor with their tongue,

While scribes and priests blaspheme.
5. Then why should I so long delay

What others learn so soon;
I would not pass another day,

Without this work begun.



C. M.
1. We miss thee in thy place at school,

And on thy homeward way,
Where violets by the reedy pool,

Peep out so shyly gay.

2. And many a tearful, longing look

In silence seeks thee yet,
Where, in its own familiar nook,

The fireside chair is set.
3. And oft, when little voices dim

Are feeling for the note
In chanted prayer, or psalm, or hymn,

And wav'ring wildly float-
4. Comes gushing o'er a sudden thought

Of her who led the strain,
How oft, such music home she brought,

But ne'er shall bring again.
5. O say not so! the spring-tide air.

Is fraught with whisperings sweet,
Who knows, but heavenly carols there
With ours may duly meet?


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