And heard his Maker's voice,
At every word he spoke
How much did he rejoice!
O blessed, happy child, to find
The God of heaven so near and kind.
If God would speak to me,
And say he was my friend,
How happy I should be!
O how would I attend!
The smallest sin I then should fear,
If God Almighty were so near.
And does he never speak?
for in his word
He bids me come and seek
The God that Samuel heard;
I see
In almost every page
The God of Samuel calls to me.
And I beneath his care
May safely rest my head;
I know that God is there
To guard my humble bed;
And every sin I well may fear
Since God Almighty is so near.
Like Samuel let me say,
Whene'er I read thy word,-
Speak, Lord, I would obey
The voice that I have heard.
And when I in thy house appear,
Speak, for thy servant waits to bear."
412 When thou liest down, thou shalt not be afraid; [6. 53. yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet.-Prov. iii. 24.
1 Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.
2 Now the darkness gathers,
Stars their watches keep,
Birds, and beasts, and flowers
Soon will be asleep.
3 Jesu, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With thy tenderest blessing
May mine eyelids close.
4 Grant to little children
Visions bright of thee;
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep blue sea.
5 Comfort every sufferer
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil
From their sin restrain.
6 Through the long night watches
May thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.
7 When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure, and fresh, and sinless
In thy holy eyes.
8 Glory to the Father,
Glory to the Son,
And to thee, blest Spirit,
Whilst all ages run.
Ye know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ,
that, though he was rich, yet for your
sakes he became poor.-2 Cor. viii. 9.
1 I LOVE to hear the story
Which angel voices tell,
How once the King of glory
Came down on earth to dwell.
I am both weak and sinful,
But this I surely know,
The Lord came down to save me,
Because he loved me so.
2 I'm glad my blessèd Saviour
Was once a child like me,
To show how pure and holy
His little ones might be;
And if I try to follow
His footsteps here below,
He never will forget me,
Because he loves me so.
3 To sing his love and mercy
My sweetest songs I'll raise;
And though I cannot see him,
I know he hears my praise;
For he has kindly promised
That even I may go
To sing among his angels,
Because he loves me so."
The child Jesus.-Luke ii. 43.
1 ONCE in royal David's city
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her Baby
In a manger for his bed:
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little Child.
2 He came down to earth from heaven
Who is God and Lord of all,
And his shelter was a stable,
And his cradle in a stall;
With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Saviour holy.
3 And, through all his wondrous childhood,
He would honour and obey,
Love, and watch the lowly maiden
In whose gentle arms he lay:
Christian children all must be
Mild, obedient, good as he.
4 For he is our childhood's pattern,
Day by day like us he grew,
He was little, weak, and helpless,
Tears and smiles like us he knew;
And he feeleth for our sadness,
And he shareth in our gladness.
5 And our eyes at last shall see him,
Through his own redeeming love,
For that Child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heaven above;
And he leads his children on
To the place where he is gone.
6 Not in that poor lowly stable,
With the oxen standing by,
We shall see him; but in heaven,
Set at God's right hand on high;
When like stars his children crown'd
All in white shall wait around."
They found the babe lying in a manger.
Luke ii. 16.
1 GIVE heed, my heart, lift up thine eyes;
Who is it in yon manger lies?
Who is this Child so young and fair?
The blessèd Christ-child lieth there.
2 Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child,
Make thee a bed, soft, undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may
A quiet chamber, kept for thee.
3 My heart for very joy doth leap,
My lips no more can silence keep;
I too must sing with joyful tongue,
That sweetest ancient cradle-song:
4 Glory to God in highest heaven,
Who unto man his Son hath given;
While angels sing with pious mirth,
A glad new year to all the earth.a
416 Christ hath once suffered for sins, the Just for the unjust, that he might bring us to
1 JESUS, who lived above the sky,
Came down to be a man and die;
And in the Bible we may see
How very good he used to be.
2 He went about, he was so kind, To cure poor people who were blind; And many who were sick and lame, He pitied them and did the same. 3 And more than that, he told them too The things that God would have them do; And was so gentle and so mild,
He would have listen'd to a child.
4 But such a cruel death he died,
He was hung up and crucified:
And those kind hands that did such good,
They nail'd them to a cross of wood.
5 And so he died: and this is why
He came to be a man and die;
The Bible says he came from heaven,
That we might have our sins forgiven.
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