THE PURE IN HEART.

And loved he not of heaven to talk
With children in his sight,

To meet them in his daily walk,
And to his arms invite?

And though some tones be weak and low,
What are all prayers beneath,

But cries of babes, that cannot know
Half the deep thought they breathe?

In his own words we Christ adore ;
But angels, as we speak,
Higher above our meaning soar

Than we o'er children weak.

And yet his words mean more than they,

And yet he owns their praise;

O, think not that he turns away
From infants' simple lays!

THE PURE IN HEART.

BLEST are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God,
The secret of the Lord is theirs,
Their soul is His abode.

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KEBLE.

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THE CHILD AND THE ANGELS.

Still to the lowly soul

He doth Himself impart,

And for His temple and His throne

Selects the pure in heart.

KEBLE

THE CHILD AND THE ANGELS.

THE Sabbath's sun was setting low,
Amidst the clouds at even;

"Our Father," breathed a voice below, -
Father, who art in heaven."

Beyond the earth, beyond the clouds,
Those infant words were given;
"Our Father," angels sang aloud.-

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"Father, who art in heaven."

Thy kingdom come," still from the ground,
That child-like voice did pray;

"Thy kingdom come," God's hosts resound,
Far up the starry way.

"Thy will be done," with little tongue,
That lisping love implores;

"Thy will be done," the angelic throng

Sing from the heavenly shores.

GOD OUR FATHER.

"Forever," still those lips repeat, Their closing evening prayer; "Forever," floats in music sweet, High 'midst the angels there."

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CHARLES SWAIN.

GOD OUR FATHER.

WE are not orphans on the earth,
Though friends and parents die;
One Parent never bows to death, -
One Friend is ever nigh.

Even he who lit the stars of old,
And filled the ocean broad,

Whose works and ways are manifold,—
Our father is our God.

There comes no change upon

his

years,

No failure to his hand;

His love will lighten all our cares,
His law our steps command.

May Christ who for our sakes the gloom

Of death's dark valley trod,

Bring us all safe at last to him, —

Our Father and our God!

SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS.

YEA, fear not, fear not little ones;
There is in heaven an Eye

That looks with yearning fondness down
On all the paths ye try.

'Tis He who guides the sparrow's wing,
And guards her little brood;
Who hears the ravens when they cry,
And fills them all with food.

'Tis He who clothes the field with flowers,
And pours the light abroad;

"T is He who numbers all your hours,

Your Father and your God.

GOD SEES ME.

Ye are the chosen of his love,
His most peculiar care;

And will he guide the fluttering dove,
And not regard your prayer

Nay, fear not, fear not, little ones;
There is in heaven an Eye

That looks with yearning fondness down
On all the paths you try.

He'll keep you when the storm is wild,
And when the flood is near;

O trust him, trust him as a child,
And you have naught to fear!

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GOD SEES ME.

THROUGH all the busy daylight, through all the quiet

night,

Whether the stars in the sky, or the sun is shining

bright;

In the nursery, in the parlor; in the street, or on the

stair,

Though I may seem to be alone, yet God is always

there.

Whatever I may do,

Wherever I may be,

Although I see him not,

Yet God sees me.