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Title: Infant Praises: A Collection of Sacred Songs, Hymns, and Music for Use in the Sabbath School Primary Department
Author: Jno. R. Sweney and Wm. J. Kirkpatrick
Publisher: John J. Hood
Date: 1887?
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INFANT
PRAISES
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INFANT
PRAISES:
A COLLECTION
OF
Sacred Songs, Hymns, and
Music,
FOR USE IN THE
SABBATH SCHOOL PRIMARY
DEPARTMENT.
Sacred Songs, Hymns, and Music,
FOR USE IN THE
SABBATH SCHOOL PRIMARY DEPARTMENT.
EDITORS: J NO. R. S WENEY AND W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
P HILADELPHIA:
JOHN J. HOOD,
1018 A
RCH
S
T.
Copyright,
1887,
by J
OHN
J. H
OOD.
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PREFACE.
I N our former publications the Primary Department has not been provided for except by the presence of a few suitable pieces in each book. The increasing number of hymns of this class at our command suggested the idea of bringing them all together in one collection. In I NFANT P RAISES this has been accomplished, and we have also introduced a large number of pieces not before published, all of which we trust will prove valuable to Primary Teachers, and helpful in their important work.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
W. J. K IRKPATRICK.
Methods of teaching little children to sing.
Miss R. dwelt on the importance of singing in a worshipful manner; felt it a hindrance in the accomplishment of good when it was used merely to fill in the time, or to make the children appear to advantage. Her plan was to dictate and teach one line at a time, always being careful to explain the meaning of the words, so that they might sing with the understanding. She always transposed the music to suit the children's voices; also taught a few children first, so that they might lead the others.
Mr. B. had words printed on board; also had words stenciled on muslin and attached to ordinary spring rollers and hung in front of scholars; also had a board with movable type on which two verses could be arranged at once.
Mrs. M. taught the children to learn the air, humming the tune after committing the words to memory.
Mrs. W., with copies of hymn book in hands of children, taught the children before school.
A most excellent way seemed to be to first explain the meaning of hymn; then write the words upon a board; then have tune played on organ; then have children place the tune to the words as the teacher points to them, and the air is being played; then have teacher sing the piece through, and the children will be ready then to join the teacher in singing.-- Gleaned from papers read before the Philadelphia Primary Union.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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INFANT
PRAISES.
[Illustration : Two small images of the face
and wings of a cherub are printed around the title of the
book, one above the "E" in praises and the other below the
"T" in infant.]
1 We are Little Children.
F ANNY J. C ROSBY.
Melody by J OSEPHINE H. S WENEY.
1. We are little children,Learning how to pray,
Singing in the morning,
Singing all the day.
CHORUS.
All the day, all the day,
Pretty songs to Jesus
Singing all the day.
2. We are lambs of Jesus,
Carried on his breast,
Cradled like a birdie
In its leafy nest.
3. Jesus loves the children
Tenderly we know;
He is watching o'er us
Ev'ry where we go.
4. Very close to Jesus
We would like to stay,
Very close to Jesus,
Singing all the day.
Copyright, 1884, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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I'm always Glad when Sunday comes.
E. E. H EWITT.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. I'm always glad when Sunday comes,The day our Father blessed;
So sweet and holy is the time,--
The first day is the best.
CHORUS.
I'm always glad when Sunday comes!
Lord, grant thy grace to me
To keep it holy as thy day,
A precious gift from thee.
2. I'm always glad when Sunday comes
To sing God's tender love,
And pray that he would bless us all
With good gifts from above.
3. I'm always glad when Sunday comes
With lessons from his word,
That teach us how we may be saved,
And how to please the Lord.
4. I'm always glad when Sunday comes,
The resurrection day:
For they who sleep in Christ shall rise,
To dwell with him alway.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Lord, Teach a Little Child.
Rev. C. W. R AY, D. D.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. Lord, teach a little child to pray,To plead for mercy in thy name;
Oh, turn me not in grief away,
When I thy precious promise claim.
CHORUS.
Whene'er I lift my heart to thee,
Regard my prayer and answer me;
My ev'ry need thine eye can see,
Oh, hear my prayer and answer me.
2. When suff'rers sought thee long ago,
And thou such wondrous works didst do,
Relief was found for ev'ry woe
And children were made welcome, too.
3. Thy hands once held in fond caress
The little children on thy knee;
And to thy bosom thou didst press
The weak and helpless ones like me.
Copyright, 1887, by J NO R. S WENEY.
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Opening Prayer.
Mrs. V. J. K ENT.
L IZZIE E DMONSTON.
Dear Father, we thy little onesAssemble here to-day
To hear of Jesus' love to us,
And learn to praise and pray;
O, help me and my schoolmates dear
Remember that the Lord is here:
O, help me and my schoolmates dear
Remember that the Lord is here.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Jesus Loves the Lambs.
Mrs. S. L. O BERHOLTZER.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. Jesus loves us little children,He remembers all the lambs;
He will gather us together,
Singing some sweet shepherd psalms.
CHORUS.
Hear him, hear him,
We are near him, children, hear him;
Hark! he says
He loves, he loves the lambs.
2. Jesus loves us little children,
In his fold and pastures fair
Gently leading and instructing,
Guarding us with tender care.
3. Jesus blesses little children,
Suff'ring us to come to him;
In his arms we find protection,
Though all earthly love grows dim.
4. Jesus saves us little children
From the blasts of storm and cold,
Tenderly he speaks and tells us
That he has a higher fold.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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I would be.
P RISCILLA J. O WENS.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
May be sung by the Infant Class in the usual way; or, let four scholars sing each one verse alone and the last verse together,--the entire class uniting in chorus to each verse.
1. I would be a Christmas bell,Ringing, ringing for Jesus,
All around, good news to tell,
Ringing, ringing for Jesus.
CHORUS.
Happy and bright as the songs we sing,
Full of delight as the bells that ring,--
Glory to God in the highest, we sing,
Glory, glory to Jesus!
2. I would be a Christmas song,
Telling, telling of Jesus,
I would carol loud and long,
Telling, telling of Jesus.
3. I would be a Christmas star,
Guiding, guiding to Jesus,
Leading wand'rers from afar,
Guiding, guiding to Jesus.
4 I a Christmas gift would be,
Given, given to Jesus,
For the love he bears for me,
Given, given to Jesus.
5 Children glad his love may tell,
Singing, singing for Jesus,
Holy children serve him well
Shining, shining for Jesus.
Copyright, 1885, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Teach Me, O Lord.
Rev. A RTHUR T. P IERSON, D. D.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. Teach me, O Lord, this very day,Out of thy blessed word;
Lead me on in thy holy way;
Keep my feet that I may not stray
Ever from thee, my Lord.
CHORUS.
Teach me, O Lord,
Out of thy word,
For keeping thy precepts
Brings rich reward.
2. Let me, O Lord, give thee my heart,
All that I have to give;
Show me, Lord, what a friend thou art,
Bind me close, so that naught can part;
In thee, oh, let me live.
Copyright, 1884, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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We Come, a Happy Throng.
F ANNY J. C ROSBY.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. We come with smiling faces,We come with happy song,
We blend our hearts and voices
With nature's minstrel throng.
CHORUS.
We come, we come, we come with smiling faces,
We come, we come, we come with happy song,
We blend, we blend, we blend our hearts and voices
With nature's song, a happy throng,
We come, a happy throng.
2. We sing of him who taught us
The pure and perfect way,
Of him whose hand has brought us
To worship here to-day.
3. We sing of our Creator,
Our Lord and Saviour-King,
Who robes the earth in beauty,
And crowns the gentle spring.
4. We thank our gracious Saviour
For ev'ry gift we share,
For all his loving kindness,
His tender, watchful care.
5. Oh, may he still protect us
Thro' all our years to come,
And fit our souls to praise him
In yonder peaceful home.
Copyright, 1881, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Endless Praise.
Rev. T. L. B AILY.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. No night in heaven, eternal day!No gloom is there, no need to pray!
No life to lose, no hopes to raise,
For all, yes, all is endless praise!
2. No night in heaven, no dark'ning sky,
No clouds arise, no tempests fly,
No thunders roll, no lightnings blaze,
For all, yes, all is endless praise!
3. No night in heaven, and yet no sun;
No moon is there her course to run!
No changing scenes to mark the days,
Where all, yes, all is endless praise!
4. No night in heaven, God's light alone
In glory shines around the throne;
There to the Lamb, in joyous lays,
The hosts of heaven give endless praise!
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The Children's Blessing.
Words arranged.
T HOS. H. E RVIN.
1. Jesus loved the little children,Laid his hand upon each head;
In his arms he gently raised them,
And these loving words he said:
CHORUS.
Suffer little children to come unto me,
And forbid them not, and forbid them not;
Suffer little children to come unto me,
For of such is the kingdom of heaven.
2. Jesus blessed the little children
With the blessings of his love,
And it seems he still is saying,
While he rules the world above:
3. Blessed Saviour, kind Redeemer,
Lay thy hand upon my head;
Give to me the children's blessing,
When those loving words were said:
Copyright, 1880, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Haste, let us Worship.
F RANK G OULD.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. Haste, let us worship,And hail the children's King;
Crown him with honor,
And grateful tribute bring.
CHORUS.
Now may his kingdom come,
Now may his will be done;
Praise we the Holy One,
The children's King.
2. Haste, let us worship
The King of all the earth:
Onward to conquer,
Behold, he goeth forth.
3. Haste, let us worship,
And hail the children's King;
Tell of his goodness,
And let his triumph ring.
4. Haste, let us worship,
And hail the children's King;
Give him the glory
In ev'ry song we sing.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Praise of Little Voices.
E. A. B ARNES.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. Gladly do we gather in our Sunday-schoolThat we dearly love, that we dearly love;
Gladly do we greet our little friends to-day,
As we lift our praise above.
CHORUS.
Oh, we love to lift it, on our way,
Praise of little voices that so sweetly blend;
And our Saviour hears us as we sing,
For he is our loving Friend.
2. Teachers, you will guide our little feet aright,
Even in his ways, even in his ways;
Teachers, as you love the little children's Friend,
You will join us in our praise.
3. Gladly do we tell of Jesus and his love,
As we often sing, as we often sing;
And we know that he will keep his little ones
In the shelter of his wing.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Like a Shepherd.
"The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want."
H ATTIE S. R USSELL.
W. A. O GDEN.
1. Like a shepherd kind and good the Lord is ev'ry day,From the tempest fierce and rude he guards the holiest way;
Press'd against his bosom warm his tender lambs may lie,
There they hear no gath'ring storm, they see no angry eye.
CHORUS.
O Shepherd kind and good!
O Shepherd fond and true!
Do thou our footsteps guide,
O Shepherd kind and true!
2. Close beside the waters still, or in the pastures fair,
There his sheep he leads at will and guards with loving care;
Even thro' death's quiet vale his flock may fearless go,
For his love will never fail us, Jesus told us so.
3. Oh, his goodness follows us thro' all our pilgrim days,
Yea, his loving care hath guarded us thro' devious ways;
And at last in heaven high we'll reign with him above,
Singing ceaseless hallelujahs in a song of love.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Hosanna to our King.
E. D. B.
E. D. B EDDALL.
1. The multitude their garments spread,As Jesus rode along;
The children all hosanna said,--
Hosanna, was their song.
CHORUS.
Hosanna to our glorious King,
Hosanna to our glorious King,
To our glorious King above;
His life he gave our souls to save;
His name we'll ever love!
2. Forbid them not, the Saviour said,
But let them come to me;
Unto my arms let them be led,
I will their Saviour be.
3. Out of the mouths of babes so dear
The Lord has perfect praise;
He condescends from heav'n to hear
The songs their voices raise.
Copyright, 1884, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Young Soldiers for Jesus.
J ENNIE E. J OHNSON.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. Oh, we are young soldiers for Jesus,And he, our Commander and Friend,
Will help us each one to be faithful,
And lead us safe on to the end;
Wherever the post of our duty
Let none of us falter nor fear;
Remember no danger can harm us
When Jesus our Saviour is near.
CHORUS.
Oh, we are young soldiers for Jesus,
And he, our Commander and Friend,
Will help us each one to be faithful,
And lead us safe on to the end.
2. Oh, we are young soldiers for Jesus,
And promise to follow him still;
A place in the Sunday-school army
To-day we are happy to fill;
Yes, we are young soldiers for Jesus,
And proudly our colors we show;
Our watchword is RIGHT and PRESS ONWARD ;
We dread not the field nor the foe.
3. Our pathway may sometimes be rugged,
Our marching may sometimes be long,
But gladly our footsteps shall ever
Keep time to the voice of our song;
And oh, when the warfare is over,
And Jesus our Saviour shall come,
How sweetly we'll rest on his bosom,
In Eden, dear Eden our home.
Copyright, 1884, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Pass not by.
E. A LBRIGHT.
W. N. P ONTIUS.
1. I am weak and I am small,But I've heard thy gentle call;
Saviour, hear my earnest cry,
Jesus, do not pass me by.
CHORUS.
Though a little child am I,
Loving Jesus, pass not by,
Pass not by, pass not by,
Gentle Jesus, pass not by.
2. I have been a wayward child,
From the path of truth beguiled;
But when I for mercy cry,
Jesus, do not pass me by.
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Serving the King.
MOTION SONG.
E. E. H EWITT.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1 Only a pair of sparkling eyes,How can they serve our King?
By pleasant, gentle looks, as sweet
As sunshine in the spring.
1st line.--Fore fingers to the eyes. 2d line.--Remove fingers; look up. 3d line.--Hands raised and brought down with fluttering fingers.
2 Only a pair of rosy lips,How can they serve our King?
Oh, lips can smile and speak kind words,
And pray to God, and sing.
1st line.--Point to lips. 3d line.--Touch lips and waft hand upward.
3 Only a pair of dimpled hands,How can they serve our King?
Some way of helping others find,
And little love-gifts bring.
1st line.--Present hands. 3d line.--Children join hands. 4th line.--Right hand as if dropping contribution.
4 Only a pair of little ears,How can they serve our King?
By list'ning well when good is taught,
And heeding everything.
1st line.--Pointing to ears. 3d line.--Right hand back of ear; head bent as in listening.
5 Only a pair of busy feet,How can they serve our King?
By running errands cheerfully
As birdies on the wing.
1st line.--Looking down. 4th line.--Flight motion upward.
6 Only a little, loving heart,How can it serve our King?
Oh, when that heart asks Jesus in
The angel harps will ring.
1st line.--Hand on heart. 3d line.--Press hands together; look up.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Rise and Follow Me.
"And he said to another,
Follow me."
--Luke ix.
59.
A NNIE E. T HOMPSON.
F RANK M. D AVIS.
1. Day's bright beams are fallingOn the shore and sea;
List, a sweet voice calling,
"Rise and follow me!"
Leave thy cares and duties,
Leave thy race un-run;
Christ will show new beauties,
When his will we've done.
REFRAIN.
List! a sweet voice calling,
"Rise and follow me!"
List! a sweet voice calling,
"Rise and follow me!"
2. Shades of eve are falling
On the shore and sea;
Still that voice is calling,
"Rise and follow me!"
Leave thy joys and pleasures,
Tho' full bright they glow;
Christ hath countless treasures
Of his love to show.
3. Death's dark door is falling,
Life's soon done for thee;
Sweet that voice is calling,
"Rise and follow me!"
Scale yon mount of glory,
Which by faith you've won;
Softly walks before you
God's most blessed Son.
From "New Pearls of Song," by per.
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In Our Gladness.
L IZZIE E DWARDS.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. In our gladness we are singingHappy songs to-day,
For we know our Saviour listens
To the words we say.
CHORUS.
He is calling, gently calling,
"Children, come to me;"
He has said that of his kingdom
Little ones may be.
2. We are little buds of promise
In his garden fair,
By our faithful friends and teachers
Trained with tender care.
3. We would live and bloom for Jesus
In this world below,
Showing forth his pure example
Ev'rywhere we go.
4. He will take our hearts and keep them
For a home above,
Where we all may sing forever
Songs of joy and love.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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The Children's Offering.
E LIZA E. H EWITT.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. Flowers breathe their fragrance,Birds give their song,
Stars shine in beauty
All the night long,
Voices of nature
Praises repeat;
What can the children
Lay at his feet?
CHORUS.
When through his mercy
Jesus we meet,
We will our bright crowns
Lay at his feet.
2. Thoughts pure and holy,
Words kind and true,
All gentle service,
Little hands do;
Work for our Master,
Joyful and sweet,
Prayer for his kingdom
Lay at his feet.
3. Faith that will trust him,
Hope that will smile,
Though clouds may cover
Blue skies awhile;
Hearts that will always
With his love beat;
Children, these treasures
Lay at his feet.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Loving Words the Shepherd said.
Mrs. M ARY D. J AMES.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Loving words the Shepherd said--"Let the little lambs be fed;"
"Let the children come to me;"
"They shall my salvation see."
CHORUS.
Safe and happy,--oh, how blest
Those who find in Jesus rest!
Wisdom's ways are pleasantness,
Wisdom's paths are paths of peace.
2. Hear the tender Shepherd say
Precious words to lambs to-day:--
"Close to me, dear children, keep,
Thus I love and guard my sheep."
3. Set your hearts on things divine;--
Place your little hands in mine,--
Then so safely you will go
Thro' this world of sin and woe.
4. In the dark and in the light,
Thro' the day and thro' the night,
Ever shall my sleepless eye
Watch you as the years go by.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Yes, we come.
F ANNY J. C ROSBY.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Blessed Lord, how good thou art,Thus to take each little heart;
Very glad indeed are we
Thou dost bid us come to thee.
CHORUS.
Yes, we come, quickly come,
Now thy gentle voice we hear;
Yes, we come, quickly come
To thy fold, our Saviour dear.
2. Thou hast made this world of ours
Full of beauty, love, and flowers;
Ev'rywhere thy hand we see,
Thou dost bid us come to thee.
3. In the rosy beams of light,
In the silent hour of night,
In the twinkling stars we see,
Thou dost bid us come to thee.
4. Young and weak and frail we are,
Tender buds that need thy care;
Oh, how thankful, Lord, are we
Thou dost bid us come to thee.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Jesus Knows My Name.
F. G. B URROUGHS.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. Mary stood beside the tomb,Ah! her heart was broken;
Near her was the risen Lord,
Yet he had not spoken:
But when Jesus gently came
Close to her, and called her name,
Happy then was Mary,
Happy then was Mary.
2. When my heart is sad with fear,
And my spirit broken,
Will I know him in the dark
By the same sweet token?
Will he put my fears to shame
When he kindly speaks my name
As he spoke to Mary?
As he spoke to Mary?
3. When I walk through death's dark vale,
Will he then be near me?
Will my loving Saviour's voice
Whisper words to cheer me?
Yes, he'll know me just the same,
He will call me by my name
As he then called Mary,
As he then called Mary.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Jesus Calls the Children.
M ARY D. J AMES.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Lovingly the Saviour stands,Reaching out his gracious hands,
Saying, "Let the children come,"
Calling all his loved ones home.
CHORUS.
Come, children, come to the Saviour!
Come now in life's bright morn,
Come, give our loving Redeemer
Youth's early dawn.
2. Oh, how blessed ev'ry day
Walking in the heavenly way!
Purer joys will crown our years
Free from sinful snares and fears.
3. He will hold us by the hand,
Lead us through this dang'rous land,
Guide us safely to his home,
Where no sin can ever come.
4. How 'twill brighten all our days
Thus to walk in wisdom's ways!
Then in realms of bliss above
We will sing the Saviour's love.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Parable of the Sower.
MOTION SONG.
E. E. H EWITT.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. A sower went forth with precious seed,Beside the way-side sowing,
He hoped that a harvest rich indeed
Would soon be growing, growing.
CHORUS.
Sowing, sowing,
Scatter the seed both here and there;
Sowing, sowing,
Surely 'twill yield a harvest fair.
3. [sic] But careless feet trod the good seeds there
Till they were dying, dying;
To carry them off the birds of air
Came quickly flying, flying.
2. [sic] And some fell upon the rocky bed,--
The tender shoots upspringing,--
No root had they there and soon were dead,
No fruit the Master bringing.
4 And some among thorns, it came to pass,
The sower too was sowing;
The thorns springing up--alas! alas!--
Soon choked the good seed growing.
5 But some fell upon good ground, we're told,
Oh, happy, happy story;
Rich fruitage they bear, a hundred-fold,--
Unto the Master's glory!
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J H OOD
F IRST V ERSE, 1st and 2d lines.--Motion of scattering seed; 3d and 4th.--Bending forward, hands lifted from toward ground upward; growth motion. S ECOND V ERSE, 1st and 2d lines.--Right and left movement of feet; 3d and 4th--Bird flight downward; bird flight upward. T HIRD V ERSE, 1st line.--Scattering seed; 2d--Growth motion. F OURTH V ERSE, 1st and 2d lines.--Scattering seed; 3d and 4th.--Growth motion. F IFTH V ERSE, 1st and 2d lines.--Sowing seed; 3d and 4th.--Hands pressed together in praise, eyes looking upward. C HORUS, 1st, 2d, and 3d lines.--Scattering seed; 4th.--Open hands extended.
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Sing Away.
L IZZIE E DWARDS.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. A merry little robin in a greenwood treeSang away, sang away, sweetly all the day;
She filled the air with music, and it seemed to say,
Pretty birds, all of you, sing with me.
CHORUS.
O happy as the birds are we;
Glad music in our hearts we bring;
Notes of joy are swelling in our Sabbath dwelling;
Love and praise to Jesus are the songs we sing.
2. A rosy beam of sunlight with a stream at play
Ran away, ran away, laughing all the day;
They saw the little robin and they heard her say,
Pretty beam, laughing stream, sing with me.
3. And soon they all united in a tuneful lay
Borne away, far away, o'er the meadow gay;
We all are very happy on this clear, bright day,
Cheerily, cheerily thus sang they.
4. O let us, like the robin in the greenwood tree,
Sing away, sing away, happy all the day;
We hear a gentle whisper, and it seems to say,
Sing away, sing away ev'ry day.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Call us Thine own.
F ANNY J. C ROSBY.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Dear Saviour, we gatherOnce more at thy throne;
Oh, hear us, we pray thee,
Now make us thine own.
CHORUS.
Here gratefully bending,
Sweet melody blending,
Come, oh, come, tenderly
Call us thine own.
2. Dear Saviour, thy promise
We truly believe:
Whoever will seek thee
Shall mercy receive.
3. Dear Saviour, behold us,
In thee would we hide;
We ask that thy Spirit
In us may abide.
4. Dear Saviour, we love thee,
Thy name we adore;
Oh, grant us thy blessing,
Thy joy evermore.
Copyright, 1884, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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I Will Go to Jesus.
E. E. H EWITT.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. I will go to Jesus,Saviour kind and great;
If I wait till older
It may be too late.
CHORUS.
I will go, I will go,
I will go to Jesus,
I will go, I will go,
Jesus bids me come.
2. I will go to Jesus
To be pure within,
For his blood most precious
Cleanseth me from sin.
3. I will go to Jesus
Ev'ry day and hour;
He will be my Keeper
By his mighty power.
4. I will go to Jesus,
He will be my Friend;
No one loves like Jesus,
Freely, without end.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
Happy Land.
O LD M ELODY.
1. There is a happy landFar, far away,
Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day;
Oh, how they sweetly sing,
"Worthy is our Saviour King,"
Loud let his praises ring,
Praise, praise for aye!
2. Bright, in that happy land,
Beams ev'ry eye;
Kept by a Father's hand,
Love cannot die;
Oh, then to glory run;
Be a crown and kingdom won;
And bright, above the sun,
Reign evermore.
3. Come to that happy land,
Come, come away;
Why will you doubting stand?
Why still delay?
Oh, we shall happy be,
When from sin and sorrow free,
Lord, we shall dwell with thee,
Blest evermore.
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Little Soldier.
Rev. J. H. S TOCKTON.
1. I am a little soldier,And not yet very old;
I mean to fight for Jesus,
And wear a crown of gold;
I know he makes me happy,
And loves me all the day;
I'll be his little soldier,
The Bible says I may.
2 I love my precious Saviour,
Because he died for me,
And if I did not serve him,
How sinful I would be;
He gives me every comfort,
And hears me when I pray;
I want to live for Jesus,
The Bible says I may.
3 I now can do a little,
But when I am a man
I'll try to do for Jesus
The greatest good I can;
God help and keep me faithful
In all I do and say,
I want to live a Christian,
The Bible says I may.
Copyright, 1878, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Little Ones Like Me.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. Jesus, when he left the sky,And for sinners came to die,
In his mercy passed not by
Little ones like me.
CHORUS.
Little ones, little ones,
"Suffer them to come," said he;
Jesus loves the little ones,
Little ones like me.
2. Mothers then the Saviour sought
In the places where he taught,
And to him the children brought,
Little ones like me.
3. Did the Saviour say them nay?
No, he kindly bade them stay,
Suffered none to turn away
Little ones like me.
4. 'Twas for them his life he gave,
To redeem them from the grave,
Jesus now will gladly save
Little ones like me.
Copyright, 1880, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Little Friends of Jesus.
S. M ARTIN.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Do you know what makes us happy,When so many hearts are sad?
We are little friends of Jesus,
That is why we are so glad.
CHORUS.
We are little friends, we are loving friends,
We are happy, happy little friends of Jesus;
We are little friends, we are loving friends,
We are happy all day long.
2. Jesus loves the children dearly,--
In his Word he tells them so;
Once he took them up and blessed them,
Many, many years ago.
3. We are little lambs of Jesus:
He, our Shepherd kind and dear,
Speaks, and tho' we do not see him,
In our hearts his voice we hear.
4. If we try our best to please him
He will take us by and by
Where our spirit eyes will know him,
Far beyond the starry sky.
Copyright, 1885, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Oh, Receive Him.
L IZZIE E DWARDS.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. Little voices, happy voices,Sing of Jesus and his love,
While the angels bending o'er us
Whisper softly from above,--
CHORUS.
Oh, believe him, oh, receive him,
Your Redeemer kind and true;
How he loves you! yes, he loves you
More than all your friends can do.
2. Little voices, happy voices,
While we praise him day by day,
Lo! the angels hover round us;
In our hearts we hear them say,--
3. Little voices, happy voices,
While we breathe his name so dear,
From the Bible, holy Bible,
Still the gentle words we hear,--
4. Little voices, happy voices,
With our teachers while we sing;
They are telling, sweetly telling,
Of the Lord, our Saviour-King.
Copyright, 1886, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Take Me in Thine Arms.
MOTION SONG.
E. E. H EWITT.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1Oh, how kindly Jesus smiled
When he called a little child
And took him in his arms;
Help me listen, Saviour dear,
Call to me, for thou art near;
Oh, take me in thine arms!
2d line.--Arms extended, downward. 3d line.--Arms raised and crossed over breast. 4th and 5th lines.--Hands clasped in prayer. 6th line.--Arms extended, upward.
2Make me thine own little child,
Save me from rough paths and wild,
Now take me in thine arms!
In my heart to thee I speak,
Carry me, for I am weak,
Safe, safe in thy strong arms.
1st and 2d lines.--Hands clasped. 3d line.--Arms extended, upward. 4th line.--Hand on heart. 5th and 6th lines.--Arms folded over breast.
3Here thy blessing I will know,
Here in love and goodness grow
When folded in thine arms;
Sweetest place for little child,
Looking up to eyes so mild,
Joy, joy, in thy dear arms!
1st and 2d lines.--Arms at the sides. 3d line.--Fold again. 4th and 5th lines.--Looking upward. 6th line.--Clap hands very lightly at each "joy."
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Morning, Noon and Evening Praise.
J ENNIE G ARNETT.
A DAM G EIBEL.
1. When the morning breaks in splendorO'er the valley warm and tender,
Joyful praise our hearts would render
To our Father God on high;
Thro' the night, when all were sleeping,
We were guarded safe beneath his care,
When the stars their watch were keeping
In the calm, blue sky so fair.
CHORUS.
Oh, the love, precious love,
He bestows from above!
Let our souls and all within us
Praise the Lord for all his love.
2. When the noontide hour is beaming,
Happy songs each bird is singing,
May our hearts in measure ringing,
Praise our Father God on high;
With a gentle hand he leads us,
He is still our patient, loving Friend,
And the hand we now are holding
Will protect us to the end.
3. When the evening winds are sighing,
And the light is softly dying,
Then, to nature's voice replying,
Praise our Father God on high;
He has crowned our life with mercy,
He has scattered blessings on our way,
And we hope to see and praise him
In the realms of endless day.
Copyright, 1884, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Make Me Loving.
Arranged by W. J. K.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Saviour, who in love divineCame to bless a heart like mine,
Make my spirit now thy shrine,
Saviour dear.
CHORUS.
Make me loving, make me mild,
Let me be thine own dear child,
Ever growing more like thee,
Saviour dear.
2. Very frail and week [sic] am I,
Oft forgetting thou art nigh;
Hear my prayer, and swift reply,
Saviour dear.
3. Ever watch about my home,
Never let my footsteps roam
Where the tempting voices come,
Saviour dear.
4. Thro' the busy hours of day,
While I study, work, or play,
Close to thee I fain would stay,
Saviour dear.
Copyright, 1884, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Jesus Loves the Little Ones.
H. W. M.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Jesus loves the little ones,Calls them to come near;
Watches o'er them ev'ry day,
On from year to year.
CHORUS.
Jesus loves the little ones,
Yes, yes, yes;
All who come to him by prayer
He loves to bless.
2. Jesus loves the little ones,
Gives them food and friends;
Grace for life-time while it lasts,
Glory when it ends.
3. Jesus loves the little ones,
Guides their steps aright;
Shields them all the busy day,
Guards their bed at night.
4 Jesus loves the little ones,
Bears their sin and care;
Loves to hear them lisp his name
In his praise or prayer.
5 Jesus loves the little ones,
Wheresoe'er they roam;
Then he takes them when they die
To his heavenly home.
Copyright, 1882, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Come and See.
C HARLES H. E LLIOTT.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. There is pardon sweet at the Master's feet,Come and see, O come and see;
There's a song of peace that shall never cease,
Come, O come and see.
CHORUS.
In the precious, precious blood of Jesus
Washed away your sins may be;
You may plunge just now its cleansing flood,--
Come, will you come and see.
2. There's an easy yoke that you all may bear,
Come and see, O come and see;
There's a holy joy that you all may share,
Come, O come and see.
3. There's a healing balm for the weary breast,
Come and see, O come and see;
There's a tranquil peace and a sacred rest,
Come, O come and see.
4. There's a life beyond, 'tis a life divine,
Come and see, O come and see;
And the light of faith on your path will shine,
Come, O come and see.
Copyright, 1886, by J OHN J H OOD.
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Children of Zion.
Mrs. E. C. E LLSWORTH.
C HAS. E DW. P RIOR.
DUET.1. Oh, many, many children
In Zion shall be found;
We hear their happy voices,
And pleasant is the sound;
For children can be Christians,
And while at work, or play,
Be gentle like the Master,
And all his words obey.
CHORUS.
Oh, children, come to Jesus!
His service is a joy;
Oh, come within the city,
Yes, ev'ry girl and boy.
2. Oh, who will be the children
Within the city bright?
Will you be one to enter,
And come by morning light?
Oh, do not wait till older--
The shadows may appear--
You may not see to enter
When night is almost here.
3. Then come and bring a play-mate,
Perchance a brother dear;
Let sisters come together,
Oh, never, never fear;
For Zion must have children
Upon her golden street,
Then come, and bring in with you
Whoever you may meet.
Copyright, 1883, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Our Shepherd.
MOTION SONG.
F RANK G OULD.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. We have a tender ShepherdAs kind as he can be,
He loves us very dearly;
His little lambs are we.
F IRST V ERSE, 4th line.--Left hand across the breast.
CHORUS.He takes our hearts and keeps them,
He leads us ev'ry day,
And if we closely follow,
From him we cannot stray.
1st line.--Right hand on heart. 2d line.--Motion with hand towards the floor. 4th line.--Pointing upward at the word "him."
2 And when the lambs are weary,He gives them happy rest;
He carries them so gently,
And folds them on his breast.
1st line.--Bring out the word "weary" as though you were tired. 3d line.--Left arm across the breast. 4th line.--Cross the hands over the breast.
3 His eyes are always open,Our Shepherd never sleeps,
But o'er us when we slumber
A loving watch he keeps.
1st line.--Point to the eyes. 2d line--Looking upward when "Shepherd" is mentioned, and close eyes at the word "sleep." 3d line.--Put the palms of both hands together, resting the side of the face on them.
4 And by and by he'll take usTo pastures green and fair,
And then we'll stay forever
With him, our Shepherd, there.
1st line.--Looking upward. 2d line.--Swinging motion with the hand towards the floor. 4th line.--Pointing upward.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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From Morning till Night.
F ANNY J. C ROSBY.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. Dear Jesus, how thankful and happy are we,So tenderly folded and safe in thy care;
Our hearts are so cheerful, our footsteps so light,
We sing and we praise thee from morning till night.
CHORUS.
We sing and we praise thee from morning till night,
We sing and we praise thee from morning till night,
We sing and we praise thee, we sing and we praise thee,
We sing and we praise thee from morning till night.
2. Thy goodness and mercy, how gently they flow!
Thine eye watcheth o'er us wherever we go;
Thy blessings are making our pathway so bright,
We sing and we praise thee from morning till night.
3. We thank thee, dear Jesus, that here we may come,
Where thou hast provided our beautiful home;
We thank thee for teachers to guide us aright,
We sing and we praise thee from morning till night.
4. We thank thee, dear Jesus, we hallow thy name,
That even the youngest thy promise may claim;
And now in thy service we gladly unite,
We sing and we praise thee from morning till night.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Come, come to-day.
F ANNY J. C ROSBY.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. 'Tis the gracious Saviour calling,Come, come to-day;
In our hearts the words are falling,
Come, come to-day.
CHORUS.
Like a shepherd he will guide us,
In his mercy he will hide us,
Come, come to-day,
Come, come to-day.
2. To his loving arms so tender
Come, come to-day;
Now to him our all surrender;
Come, come to-day.
3. Thro' his Spirit he is saying,
Come, come to-day;
Let us then, our Lord obeying,
Come, come to-day.
4. While we tarry how we grieve him,
Come, come to-day;
Let our hearts with joy receive him,
Come, come to-day.
Copyright, 1884, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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As We Gather.
E. A. B ARNES.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. We as children come to Jesus now,Come to know him, for he says we may;
Friend of little children, he will smile upon us
As we gather here to-day.
CHORUS.
Gather,--as we gather in our Sunday-school,
Our Sunday-school, our Sunday-school,
Gather,--as we gather in our Sunday-school,
Our blessed Sunday-school.
2. We as children learn of Jesus now,
Learn to serve him and in faith to pray;
Friend of little children, he will sweetly bless us
As we gather here to-day.
3. We as children ask of Jesus now
Grace to keep us lest we go astray;
Friend of little children, it is sweet to praise him
As we gather here to-day.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Little Sunbeam.
E. E. H EWITT
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. I'm a little sunbeam,Just a golden ray,
And my smiling brightness
Helps to make the day.
CHORUS.
Little sunbeam, sunbeam,
Shining by the way,
Little sunbeam, sunbeam,
Happy all the day.
2. I'm a little dewdrop,
From its mossy bed,
Fainting flower, to greet me,
Lifts its pretty head.
Little dewdrop, dewdrop,
Sparkling by the way,
Little dewdrop, dewdrop,
Happy all the day.
3. I'm a little birdie,
Trilling all day long,
Till the woods re-echo
With my merry song.
Little birdie, birdie,
Trilling by the way,
Little birdie, birdie,
Happy all the day.
4 I'm a little flow'ret,
God has made me fair,
So my breath shall praise him
Sweetly on the air.
C HO. --Little flow'ret, flow'ret,
Blooming by the way,
Little flow'ret, flow'ret,
Happy all the day.
5 More than birds or sunshine,
More than flowers and dew,
Loving little children
Scatter blessings, too.
C HO. --Loving children, children,
Singing by the way,
Loving children, children,
Happy all the day.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Happy Little Workers.
P RISCILLA J. O WENS.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Jesus is the children's Friend,Happy little workers we;
In his love our days we spend,
Happy little workers we.
Round his throne we love to bend,
On his words with joy attend,
Jesus is the children's Friend,
Happy little workers we.
CHORUS.
Happy little workers,
Happy little workers,
Happy little workers we;
Serving Jesus ev'ry day,
Happy little workers we.
2. Jesus is the children's King,
Happy little workers we;
To his mighty hand we cling,
Happy little workers we.
To his cross our hearts we bring,
To his praise our hymns we sing,
Jesus is the children's King,
Happy little workers we.
3. Jesus is the children's Joy,
Happy little workers we;
Helping ev'ry girl and boy,
Happy little workers we,
All of evil to destroy;
May his work our lives employ;
Jesus is the children's Joy,
Happy little workers we.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Temptation.
From the G ERMAN.
1. Full oft does Satan tryTo draw my steps aside;
Now bids me tell a lie,
My faults from all to hide;
And tempts me soon to sin again
That I new pleasures may obtain.
2. Whenever I consent
To walk in Satan's ways,
It is as though I bent
My knee before his face;
And what reward will Satan give?
In his own place with him to live.
3. How shall my feeble heart
Be kept from Satan's power?
O Lord, thy strength impart
In ev'ry tempted hour;
That I may sinful joys refuse,
And with delight thy service choose.
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God make my Life.
"Good Words."
J. J. H.
1. God make my life a little light,Within the world to glow;
A little flame that burneth bright,
Wherever I may go.
2.
God make my life a little flower,
That giveth joy to all,
Content to bloom in native bower,
Although its place be small.
3.
God make my life a little song,
That comforteth the sad;
That helpeth others to be strong,
And makes the singer glad.
4.
God make my life a little staff
Whereon the weak may rest,
That so what health and strength I have,
May serve my neighbors best.
5.
God make my life a little hymn
Of tenderness and praise;
Of faith that never waxeth dim,
In all his wondrous ways.
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Heart Bells.
J OSEPH Y OUNG.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1 Heart bells, tunefully,Ring a merry chime;
Clap our hands joyfully,
While we beat the time;
Keep step carefully,
Little feet of ours,
Never mind, though we find
Thorns among the flowers.
1st line.--Hand on the heart. 3d line.--Clap the hands. 4th line.--Beat time with right hand. 5th line.--Mark time with their feet. 6th line.--Point to their feet. 7th line.--Left hand on their breast.
2 Bright eyes trustfullyMeet our teachers dear,
Parted lips give to them
Smiles of happy cheer;
Hark! hark! silence now;
Let us all obey;
Fold our hands, close our eyes,
While we kneel to pray.
1st line--Point to eyes. 2d line.--Forward motion of the hand. 3d line.--Point to their lips. 4th line.--Smiling. 5th line.--Holding up hand, all the fingers closed except index finger. 6th line.--One turn to the other. 7th line.--Fold hands and close eyes. 8th line.--All kneeling.
3 Rise now thoughtfully,While again we sing;
Merrily, cheerily,
Hail the children's King;
O'er us tenderly,
From their home above,
Angels now, bending low,
Hear our song of love.
1st line.--Rising all together. 4th line.--Point upwards. 6th line.--Pointing upwards. 7th line.--Incline their bodies.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Help me, O Jesus.
Rev. J OHN O. F OSTER, A. M.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. We are little, weak, and poor,Waiting by the open door,
Jesus, make us pure within,
Shield us from the world of sin.
CHORUS.
Help me, O Jesus,
Help me while I pray;
Help me, O Jesus,
Help me ev'ry day.
2. Foes around us great and strong
Calling to us loud and long,
But we'll turn our thoughts away
To the Saviour day by day.
3. Guide our feet, we humbly pray,
In the strait and narrow way,
In the pathway thou hast trod,
Onward, upward, home to God.
4. Guide us, Jesus, ev'ry hour,
Shield us from the tempter's power;
Help us till our work is done,
Then, O save us, blessed One.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Our Hands for Jesus.
MOTION SONG.
E. E. H EWITT.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Jesus, take our hands in thine,Lead us gently, Friend divine;
Consecrate these little hands
To thy service and commands.
1st line.--Hands pressed together, extended. 3d line.--Open hands, extend palms upward.
CHORUS.Jesus, now thy children see
Lifting up their hands to thee;
Take them, keep them always thine,
Make them useful, Friend divine.
C HORUS, 2d line.--Hands uplifted.
2 Little hands can clasp in prayerFor God's blessing everywhere;
Little hands can fold in praise,
While we sing our grateful lays.
1st line.--Hands clasped; heads bowed. 2d line.--Spreading arms outward. 3d line.--Hands folded; looking up.
3 Little hands can comforts be,By their touch of sympathy;
By their help in many ways,
Busy hands make busy days.
1st line.--Arms around each other's shoulders. 3d line.--If for week day use, give different motions, to represent sewing, sweeping, etc., otherwise, present hands, palms outward.
4 Little hands their gifts can bringFor the honor of our King;
Lift your hands to God above;
Clap for joy, for he is love.
1st line.--Hands together, bowl shape. 3d line.--Hands uplifted. 4th line.--Clap lightly.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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I want to be with Jesus.
O LD M ELODY.
1. I want to be with Jesus,When I shall come to die,
Not in the grave to tarry,
But straight to heav'n fly;
There, right before my Saviour,
So glorious and so pure,
I'll wake the sweetest music
And praise him evermore.
2. I never shall be weary
Nor ever shed a tear,
Nor ever know a sorrow,
Nor ever feel a fear;
But blessed, pure, and holy,
I'll dwell on that blest shore,
And with ten thousand thousands
I'll praise him evermore.
3. I know I'm weak and sinful,
But Jesus will forgive,
For many little children
Have gone to heav'n to live;
Dear Saviour, when I languish,
And lay me down to die,
Oh, send a shining angel
To bear me to the sky.
4 Oh, then I'll be with Jesus
And with the angels stand,
A crown upon my forehead,
A harp within my hand;
And there, before my Saviour,
So glorious and so pure,
I'll join the heavenly chorus,
And praise him evermore.
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Awake and Sing.
Rev. J OHN O. F OSTER, A. M.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. Wake, little children, awake and sing praises, praises;Let your glad voices in triumph ring loud and long.
Join in the worship of Christ our King, holy, holy;
Tokens of love you may freely bring, grateful song.
CHORUS.
Sing in the tokens of love the notes of joy and praise,
With cheerful notes of praise, in childhood's happy days;
Sing as the moments go by to him who reigns on high,
Your notes employ in songs of joy that never die.
2 Hands that are little may do his will daily, daily,
Hearts that are young with his love may fill more and more,
Feet that are tender may journey still onward, onward,
Voices may sound over vale and hill, shore to shore.
3 Sing to the Lord with a cheerful song, hallelujah!
Glory and honor to him belong, peace and love;
Follow the Master where'er you go, gladly, gladly,
Then from his bounty will he bestow life above.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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For the Glory of Jesus.
E. E. H EWITT.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Little Christians, at home and school,Living ever for Jesus,
Practising daily the Golden Rule,
For the glory of Jesus.
CHORUS.
Singing and working, our hearts we give,
Give them wholly to Jesus;
Led by his grace may we always live,
Live to the glory of Jesus.
2. Little singers, our hymns of praise
Singing ever for Jesus,
Joyfully, freely, our voices raise
For the glory of Jesus.
3. Little workers, in simple ways
Working ever for Jesus,
Gladly we give him our early days,
For the glory of Jesus.
4. Little sunbeams, where'er we go
Shining ever for Jesus,
Letting his light thro' our actions glow
For the glory of Jesus.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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His Child I Want to be.
Rev. C. H. Y ATMAN.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. The children to Jesus may comeAnd life and salvation receive;
New hearts will he give ev'ry one,
If on him they only believe.
CHORUS.
I will love him, I will love him,
For his child I want to be;
On the cross he died for sinners,
On the cross he died for me.
2. My name will he write in his book,
And call me a lamb of his fold;
When Satan shall seek to devour,
Then me in his arms will he hold.
3. I read in his own blessed word
How little ones useful may be;
I'll stand with my face to the cross,
That others the Saviour may see.
Copyright, 1886, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Little Ones may Come to Jesus.
E. E. H EWITT.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Little ones may come to Jesus!Jesus wants them now;
See, he waits with open arms;
Love is on his brow.
CHORUS.
I will come to Jesus now,
Come and learn his love;
He will take me in his arms,
And bless me from above.
2. Little ones may come to Jesus!
He is very near;
If we whisper, "Lord, I come,"
He will surely hear.
3. Little ones may come to Jesus!
All to him belong;
He will save us from our sins,
Fill our lives with song.
4. Little ones may come to Jesus!
Give him now your heart;
From this tender, mighty Friend
Never, never part.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Jesus Calls Us.
M ARY D. J AMES.
J NO. R. S WENEY. By per.
1. Jesus calls us, listen, listen,See the loving Saviour's charms;
Let the children come, he's saying,
Now we'll hasten to his arms.
CHORUS.
O, come, let us go, let us go, let us go,
Hark! how he's calling us,
Hark! how he's calling us,
Come, let us go, let us go, let us go,
Come, let us go to Jesus.
2. Jesus loves us--how he's longing
Now to fold us to his breast,
Let us go to our dear Saviour,
In his arms we'll sweetly rest.
3. He will take us to those mansions,
Beautiful, prepared on high;
There we'll live with him forever,
Far above the azure sky.
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Speak Bright Words.
E. E. H EWITT.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Speak bright words for Jesus,Children of the King;
Fairer he than sunshine
Of the golden spring.
See his wings of healing
Scattering the night;
Can we not speak brightly,
Living in his light?
CHORUS.
Bright words, bright words
For our matchless King;
Gladly will we speak his praise,
Gladly will we sing.
2. Sing bright words for Jesus,
Let his glory shine
In the joy which sparkles
In each glowing line:
Joy that he has bought us,
That his name is Love,
Joy that he is reigning
On his throne above.
3. Speak bright words for Jesus,
Nearest, dearest Friend!
Standing by his ransomed,
Till life's day shall end:
Then, with loving welcome,
He our souls will bring
Where bright words for Jesus
We'll forever sing.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Calling You and Me.
S. M ARTIN.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. 'Tis the Shepherd's voice we hearCalling you and me;
To the precious fold so dear,
Calling you and me.
CHORUS.
Many times in ev'ry day,
We can hear him in our play,
Calling to the better way,
Calling you and me.
2. He is ever watching nigh,
Calling you and me;
Looking down from yonder sky,
Calling you and me.
3. Where the sweetest flowers grow,
Calling you and me;
Where the brightest waters flow,
Calling you and me.
4. To his gentle, loving breast,
Calling you and me;
Where the lambs in safety rest,
Calling you and me.
Copyright, 1886, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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A Little Work for Jesus.
E DGAR P AGE.
J NO. R. S WENEY. By per.
1. A little work for Jesus,How sweet the thought to me,
When evening shades do gather,
Something I've done for thee.
CHORUS.
Working for the Saviour--
What a precious thought!
Doing for the Master,
Who my pardon bought;
Saviour, I will praise thee,
Thou hast made me free;
Now I'm doing something
Ev'ry day for thee.
2. It may have been but little,
The good that I have done;
But still thou wilt accept it,
Though from a little one.
3. Oh! it is such an honor,
To do for Christ the Lord;
To do an act to please him,
Or speak for him a word.
4. I may not do as others
A mighty work of grace,
I may not bring a thousand
To seek the Saviour's face:
5. But I can tell a sinner
Of Jesus' precious love,
And point him to the mansion
That's waiting up above.
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Our Songs of Love.
W. B. B.
W M. B. B LAKE.
1. Let us treasure up the sunbeamsOf the bright Sabbath day;
'Tis the Master, in his goodness,
Who strews them in our way.
CHORUS.
Singing joyously our songs of love
In the Sabbath-school to-day;
Singing joyously our songs of love:
They cheer us on our way.
2. Let us early learn the lessons
He would have us know;
So his blessings ne'er shall fail us,
Wherever we may go.
3. Blessed Master, we adore thee!
Hear our praises to-day;
Keep us near thee,--ever near thee,--
Thou art the Living Way.
Copyright, 1883, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Wont you love my Jesus?
S ALLIE S MITH.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. I have found a friend divine,Wont you love him too?
I am his and he is mine,
Wont you love him too?
CHORUS.
Wont you love my Jesus,
My precious, precious Jesus?
Wont you love my Jesus?
He is waiting now for you.
2. Oh, how dear his name to me,
Wont you love him too?
None can save your soul but he,
Wont you love him too?
3. Heavy-laden, care-oppressed,
Wont you love him too?
How he longs to give you rest,
Wont you love him too?
4. Cast your burden at his feet,
Wont you love him too?
There is pardon pure and sweet,
Wont you love him too?
From "The Welcome Voice," by per.
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Joy Bells.
M ARTHA J. L ANKTON.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Pretty, golden sunbeams,Looking from the sky,
Call us now to wake and sing
Praise to God on high;
Song and beauty ev'rywhere,
On the earth and in the air,
Still the blessed truth declare,
God, our God is love.
CHORUS.
Joy bells, joy bells,
Hear them ringing, sweetly ringing;
Hear the joy bells, joy bells
Echo God is love.
Joy bells, joy bells, merry joy bells,
Joy bells, joy bells, merry joy bells
2. Pretty birds that carol
From the waving trees,
Hiding in the branches green,
Cradled on the breeze,
Thro' the laughing summer days
Still their great Creator praise;
In the simple tones they raise
Telling God is love.
3. Shall our tongues be silent?
Have we naught to say,
When our hearts can feel his love
Better far than they?
Like the beams that sparkle bright,
Like the birds on pinions light,
Like the bells, let all unite,
Singing, God is love.
Copyright, 1886, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Joyous, Happy, Bright, and Fair.
Mrs. A. M. C HANCE.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. Joyous, happy, bright, and fair,Welcome is the Sabbath dear,
Which we gladly hail to-day,
Precious day of grace.
Sweet this restful, prayerful hour,
Hallowed by the Spirit's power;
Jesus, Master, now draw near,
Fill us with thy peace!
CHORUS.
Joyous, happy, bright, and fair,
Welcome is the Sabbath dear,
Which we gladly hail to-day,
Precious day of grace!
2. Blessed Shepherd, lead us all,
Teachers, scholars, by thy call,
Never let us faint, or fall
On our pilgrim way.
Thou our glorious leader be,
Bringing us to pastures free,
May we thy salvation see
In these courts to-day.
3. List'ning, learning of thy will
Gladly may we it fulfil,
'Till at last on Zion's hill
We from toil shall rest.
Gathered home at last to dwell,
And the heavenly music swell,
We shall know that all is well--
Evermore be blest!
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Loving Jesus.
H. L. B.
H ARRY L. B ROOKS.
1. I love to sing of Jesus,Because he died for me;
It grieves my heart to think that he
Should suffer on a tree.
CHORUS.
Oh, loving Jesus!
Praise him! praise him!
Oh, loving Jesus!
I'll ever sing of thee.
2. I love to sing of Jesus,
For, tho' he's gone above,
He listens to my feeble praise,
And shields me with his love.
3. And if on earth we're faithful,
In heav'n his face we'll see,
And sing, in songs more joyful,
Thro' all eternity.
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Children's Praise.
Rev. F. W. G OADBY.
A. L. A.
1. A crowd fills the court of the temple,A sound as of praise stirs the air,
Jerusalem thrills with emotion,
The Lord of the temple is there!
In vain is the priestly displeasure
To silence the anthems that ring,
Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!
The children all joyfully sing.
2. Lord, make each young heart thine own temple,
Reveal thy sweet presence within,
Illumine our minds by thy coming,
Expel ev'ry longing for sin;
For when in our souls we adore thee,
How pure the glad praise we shall bring!
Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!
The children will joyfully sing.
3. And when in the temple of glory,
Where falls never shadow of night,
Where sorrow and sin never sadden,
And thou shalt thyself be the light;
When round thee the ransomed are thronging,
High heaven with their praises will ring,
Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!
The children forever will sing.
By permission.
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Beautiful Sabbath Bell.
F ANNIE M. C HADWICK.
C HAS. E DW. P RIOR.
1. Beautiful Sabbath bell!Always sweet is thy sound;
Ever thine echoes tell
Where pure love is found;
Beautiful Sabbath bell!
Ever sweet is thy call:--
"Here is salvation's well,
Free and open to all."
CHORUS.
Beautiful Sabbath bell!
Thy sweet call we hear;
Now may the songs, the songs we swell
Reach the Master's ear.
2. Beautiful Sabbath bell!
Like the voice of a friend,
Bidding from hill and dell
Joyful praise ascend;
Beautiful Sabbath bell!
Bidding all who may roam,
Come and with Jesus dwell
In the heavenly home.
Copyright, 1883, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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What can Little Hands do?
Mrs. G RACE W. H INSDALE.
C HAS. E DW. P RIOR.
1. O, what can little hands doTo please the king of heav'n?
The little hands some work may try,
That will some simple want supply;
Such grace to mine be given,
Such grace to mine be given.
2. O, what can little lips do
To please the king of heav'n?
The little lips can praise and pray,
And gentle words of kindness say;
Such grace to mine be given,
Such grace to mine be given.
3. O, what can little eyes do
To please the king of heav'n?
The little eyes can upward look,
Can learn to read God's holy book;
Such grace to mine be given,
Such grace to mine be given.
4. O, what can little hearts do
To please the king of heav'n?
Young hearts, if he his Spirit send,
Can love him,--Maker, Saviour, Friend;
Such grace to mine be given,
Such grace to mine be given.
I cannot Seek too Early.
"Fear thou not; for I
am with thee."
--Is. xli.
10.
C. E. P.
1. I cannot seek too early in the morning,I cannot come to thee too late at night;
Thou wilt receive me in the earliest dawning,
And thou wilt welcome in the darkest night.
2. No evil can approach but thou beholdest,
No danger compass me but thou art near;
My trembling heart beneath thy wing thou foldest;
Within thy secret place can come no fear.
3. Shall I not seek thee in life's early morning,
Shall I not cling to thee thro' earthly night,
Till thou reveal to me the heavenly dawning,
And I shall see thy face, and no more night.
Copyright, 1883, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Jesus Watches Over Me.
"The very hairs of your
head are all numbered."
--Matt. x.
30.
C. W. R AY.
C. E. P.
1. Jesus watches over me,Though a little child so weak;
He my ev'ry step can see,
He can hear each word I speak.
2. Jesus watches when I pray,
Though I am so young and small;
Ev'ry word I think or say,
He can understand it all.
3. Jesus watches over me
When I lie in deepest sleep;
Though his face I cannot see,
He my life can safely keep.
4 Jesus watches over me,
Though he reigns o'er earth and skies;
He my constant guard will be,
Though my path thro' danger lies.
5 Jesus watches over me;
He my wayward feet will guide,
He from sin can make me free,
And for every want provide.
Copyright, 1883, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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The Ceaseless Call.
"Unto you, O men, I
call; and my voice is to the sons of man."
--Prov.
viii. 4.
C. W. R AY.
C HAS. E DW. P RIOR.
SOLO.1. Listen, children, one and all,
Hear the eager, ceaseless call;
Boys are wanted: earnest, strong,
Brave to battle with the wrong,
Wise to plan for human needs,
Strong for worthy christian deeds;
Boys are wanted who may be
From all slavish vices free,--
Boys of heart, and nerve, and will,
Highest place of trust to fill;
Boys with courage brimming o'er
Will be needed evermore!
From very little boys have grown
The greatest men the world has known.
2. Listen, children, one and all,
Hear and heed the earnest call:
Girls are wanted to inspire
Drowsy boys with holy fire;
Girls whose pure and winsome ways
Shall command the highest praise;
Girls are wanted who may win
Reckless souls from paths of sin,
Girls who evermore shall be
In abiding sympathy
With the tireless and the brave,
Who despairing souls would save.
From very little girls have grown
The noblest women ever known.
Copyright, 1883, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Precious Words of Jesus.
"Suffer the little
children to come unto me, and forbid them
not."
--Mark x. 14.
C. W. R.
C. W. R AY.
1. Precious is the Saviour's promise,Children to receive;
He will welcome to his heart
All who in him believe.
CHORUS.
Sweet are the words of Jesus,
His grace how wondrous free:
"Suffer the little children
To come unto me."
2. Precious words of admonition,
Spoken tenderly:
Hinder none, for ev'ry one
May my disciple be.
3. Precious are the words of Jesus,
When by fears oppress'd;
He can take all guilt away,
And give the weary rest.
4. Precious is the pledge of pardon,
All may be forgiv'n;
And each penitent shall find
The endless bliss of heav'n.
Copyright, 1883, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Meet Me Over There.
C. W. R.
C. W. R AY.
1. A darling child lay dying,Her kindred weeping near,
When in a song of triumph,
Her voice rose sweet and clear:
CHORUS.
I'm going home to glory,
A golden crown to wear;
Oh, meet me, meet me,
Meet me over there.
2. My sins are all forgiven,
The Saviour smiles on me;
I soon shall be in heaven,--
Its pearly gates I see.
3. I shall be there to-morrow,--
My pains will all be o'er;
No dreary night,--no sorrow,--
But pleasures evermore.
4 The Lord hath sent his angels
All fears of death to quell;
O papa, say you'll meet me,
Before I say, Farewell!
5 Then, while he kneeled beside her,
She kissed away his tears;
And in the softest accents,
Still whispered in his ears:
Copyright, 1883, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Because He loves Me so.
Rev. E. A. H OFFMAN.
G ABRIEL M IESSE
1. Why came the Saviour from above,To dwell on earth below?
Why suffered he on Calvary?
Because he loves me so.
CHORUS.
He loves, he loves me,
He loves, he loves me,
He loves me, this I know,
He gave himself to die for me,
Because he loves me so.
2. Why bowed he in Gethsemane
Beneath a weight of woe,
Till bloody sweat bedew'd the ground?
Because he loves me so.
3. Why does he wash my sin-stained heart
And make it white as snow?
Why does he make his home therein?
Because he loves me so.
4. Why will he take me up to heaven
From cares and toils below?
Why give a crown of glory there?
Because he loves me so.
Arr. from "Happy Songs," by per.
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Happy Little Birdie.
From "Songs for All," by per.
C HAS. E DW. P RIOR.
1. Happy little birdie,Singing in the tree,
Tell me why you always
Are so blithe and free;
Do you ever sorrow?
Do you know a care?
Singing thus so gladly
As you mount the air.
2. When the storms of winter
Drive you from my door,
Who is it that guides you
To a warmer shore?
Thro' the pathless heavens,
Who points out the way?
Who is it that keeps you
Always glad and gay?
3. "God is my protector,
He directs my way,--
Taught me how to warble
All the summer day."
This the birdie told me,
As it mounted high,
Singing loud in gladness,
Thro' the azure sky.
Jesus, I would follow Thee.
"My sheep hear my
voice, and I know them, and they follow
me."
--John x. 27.
C. W. R.
C. W. R AY.
1. Jesus, I would follow thee,Follow thee, follow thee,
Tho' thy form I cannot see,
Yet thou art ever near;
Thou canst hear me when I pray,
When I pray, when I pray;
Thou art never far away,
And ever very dear.
Hour by hour and day by day,
In the strait and narrow way,
I would ever follow thee,
Till thy face in heav'n I see.
2. Jesus, when I look to thee,
Look to thee, look to thee,
Thou wilt surely pity me,
And bless me with thy love;
Jesus, thou wilt hear my cry,
Hear my cry, hear my cry;
Thou wilt bring me when I die
To thy blest home above.
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My Feet, My Hands.
C. W. R AY.
C HAS. E DW. P RIOR.
1. Jesus, guide my little feetAlong the heav'nly way;
Safely guard them from each snare,
Lest they should go astray;
I shall be sure to turn aside,
Unless my footsteps thou wilt guide.
2. Jesus, help my little hands
To do thy holy will;
Ev'ry page in my life's book
Help me with good to fill:
How sad life's record should I make
No sacrifice for thy dear sake!
3. Jesus, touch my little eyes,
That I may always see
Work that waits my willing hands
And shows my love for thee;
Help me to hear and heed thy voice,
And daily make thy ways my choice.
4. Jesus, teach my little lips
To tell thy wondrous love;
Change my prayers to songs of praise,
And bring me safe above:
In mansions bright prepared for me,
Thy face and glory I shall see.
Copyright, 1882, by C HAS. E DW. P RIOR.
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To Jesus I will go.
"And the blood of Jesus
Christ his Son, cleanseth us from all sin."
--1
John i. 7.
C. W. R.
C. W. R AY.
1. That from guilt I may beEver spotless and free
I will haste to my Redeemer,
Who was crucified for me;
In the deep, crimson tide,
From his own wounded side,
He shall wash me, he shall cleanse me,
Then shall I be purified.
REFRAIN.
Yes, to Jesus I will go,
And his favor I shall know;
He shall wash me,
He shall cleanse me,
He shall make me white as snow.
2. To his bosom I'll fly,
On his mercy rely,
I will trust to his compassion
Who for me could bleed and die;
In the sin-cleansing flood
Of his own precious blood
He shall wash me, he shall cleanse me,
He shall bring me home to God.
3. He in pity will deign
To remove ev'ry stain,
'Till he hear me, 'till he save me,
I shall at his feet remain;
For my sin he alone
By his blood could atone,
He shall wash me, he shall cleanse me,
He shall make me all his own.
Copyright, 1883, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Little Hearts and Little Hands.
"He that believeth in
me, though he were dead, yet shall he
live."
--John xi. 25.
C. W. R AY.
C HAS. E DW. P RIOR.
DUET.1. Blessed Jesus, we adore thee
For thy patience and thy love;
Bless us while we wait before thee,
Let us all thy mercy prove.
CHORUS.
Little hearts may surely love thee,
Little feet may learn thy ways;
Little hands may learn to serve thee,
Little lips may sing thy praise.
2. May not children learn to know thee,
And to sound abroad thy fame?
Teach us, Lord, how much we owe thee,
With thy love each heart inflame.
3. Little children may receive thee,
And receiving thee may live;
To each soul who will believe thee
Life eternal thou wilt give.
Copyright, 1883, by J OHN J H OOD.
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ABOVE THE CLEAR BLUE SKY.
E. J. H OPKINS.
1. Above the clear blue sky,In heaven's bright abode,
The angel host on high
Sing praises to their God;
Hallelujah,
They love to sing
to [sic] God their King,
Hallelujah!
2 But God from infant tongues
On earth receiveth praise;
We then our cheerful songs
In sweet accord will raise:
Hallelujah!
We too will sing
To God our King
Hallelujah!
3 O blessed Lord, thy truth
To us, Thy babes, impart,
And teach us in our youth
To know Thee as Thou art.
Hallelujah!
Then shall we sing
To God our King
Hallelujah!
4 Oh, may thy holy Word
Spread all the world around;
And all with one accord
Uplift the joyful sound,
Hallelujah!
All then shall sing
To God their King
Hallelujah!
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BEAUTIFUL BOW.
I
do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of
a covenant.
--Gen. ix.
13.
J. J. H OOD.
1. Beautiful bow! in mercy giv'n,A token of love to earth from heav'n;
When thou art beaming bright and fair,
May we ever behold the promise there.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful bow,
Sweet token of God's mercy and love to all below.
2. Beautiful bow!--a brighter one
Is shining around th' eternal throne;
And when life's fitful storm is o'er,
May we gaze on that bow for evermore.
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LITTLE PILGRIM ON THE ROAD.
They desire a better country, that is, a
heavenly.
--Heb. xi.
16.
R EV. H. C. M'C OOK.
J AS. M. N ORTH. By per.
1. I'm a pilgrim, pilgrim on the road,Little pilgrim on the road,
To the City of our God;
I have left the way of sin
That I long had wander'd in,
And I'm pressing 'tward the land, the land of glory.
Chorus.
On, on, on! I'm trav'ling on,
On to glory!
On to glory!
I have left the way of sin,
That I long have wander'd in,
And I'm trav'ling to the land, the land of glory.
2. I was burden'd, burden'd with a load,
Heavy burden'd with a load,
When I started on the road;
'Twas the sin that I had done;
My own hand had laid it on,
Ere I started for the land, the land of glory.
3 I was weary, weary of the load,
Very weary of the load,
As I totter'd o'er the road;
But the Saviour took the pack
From the little pilgrim's back;
And I'm trav'ling on with lightsome heart to glory.-- Cho.
4 There are perils, perils by the road,
Many perils by the road;
But I trust the pilgrim's God;
With my staff, believing pray'r,
Ev'ry danger I may dare,
While I travel to the land, the land of glory.-- Cho.
5 Blessed Saviour, Builder of the road,
Thou the way to me hast showed,
Grace to enter it bestowed;
Oh, support me day by day,
Giving strength for all the way
That I journey t'ward the land, the land of glory.-- Cho.
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INFANT PRAISES.
Arranged.
1. Jesus high in glory,Lend a listening ear;
When we bow before thee,
Infant praises hear.
2. We are little children,
Weak and apt to stray;
Saviour, guide and keep us
In the heavenly way.
3. Save us, Lord, from sinning,
Watch us day by day;
Help us now to love thee,
Take our sins away.
4. Then, when Jesus calls us
To our heavenly home,
We will answer gladly
"Saviour, Lord, we come."
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THE CHILDREN'S FRIEND.
Suffer little children to come unto me.
J. J. H OOD
1. Thou Guardian of our youthful days,To thee our pray'rs ascend,
To thee we'll tune our songs of praise,
Thou loving Children's Friend.
Chorus.
O draw our hearts to thee,
And when this life shall end,
Raise us to live above the sky,
With thee, the Children's Friend.
2.
From thee our daily mercies flow,
Our life and health descend;
Oh, save our souls from sin and woe;
Thou art the Children's Friend.
3.
Teach us to prize thy holy Word,
And to its truths attend;
Thus shall we learn to fear the Lord,
And love the Children's Friend.
4.
Oh, may we feel a Saviour's love,
To him our souls commend,
Who left his glorious throne above
To be the Children's Friend.
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WE NOW GIVE OUR HEARTS TO JESUS.
I love them that love me; and those that seek
me early shall find me.
--Pr. viii.
17.
H. J. K.
F RED. B. S CHELL.
1. We now give our hearts to Jesus,For youth, like a tender flow'r,
Requires his protecting love and care,
To shield in temptation's hour.
Chorus.
Glory, glory to God!
In rapture your voices raise,--
Joyfully sing, for Christ is King,
To him give the highest praise!
2. How lovely the dewy morning,
When earth seems all bright and fair;
But brighter the morning time of life,
When hallowed by faith and pray'r.
3 The song-birds their praises warble
In forest, on hill, and plain;
But sweeter the songs of joy we raise,
To Jesus, for sinners slain.-- Cho.
4 Then praises to God we'll render;
In songs let our voices swell!
He gives to his children joy and peace,
With them he delights to dwell.-- Cho.
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JOYFULLY, JOYFULLY.
From G OODLY P EARLS, by per.
M RS. S HARPLESS.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Oh, joyfully, joyfully, onward we go;We see not our path, but our Leader we know;
And where'er he may guide us, thro' shadow or sun,
Ever joyfully, joyfully follow we on.
Chorus.
Joyfully, joyfully, forward we go,
Joyfully leaving all sorrow below;
Onward and upward, tho' Satan assail;
Joyfully onward, thro' Christ we'll prevail.
2. Tho' trials assail us, and dangers affright,
And nearer, still nearer, comes death's awful night;
Yet what shall dismay us, when close at our side,
Stands he who can help us, our Saviour and Guide.
3. Then onward, still onward, thro' life's varied track,
In hope we press on, nor look mournfully back;
With our Saviour beside us to point out our way,
We'll joyfully speed us through life's little day.
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LET THEM COME TO ME.
Mrs. A. H. A DAMS.
W. W. B ENTLEY. By per.
1. Hear the gentle Shepherd,Calling lambs like me,
In his sweetest accents,
Let them come to me.
Refrain.
Let them come to me,
Let them come to me,
Hear him sweetly saying,
Let them come to me.
2. He will bid us enter;
When our tired feet
Reach the golden city,
He'll be there to greet.
3. Thanks, dear, blessed Saviour,
For thy words of love,
Bidding children enter
Thy bright courts above.
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GLADLY WILL WE SING FOR JESUS.
Serve the Lord with
gladness.
--Ps. c.
2.
R EV. A. F LAMMAN.
J. J. H OOD.
1. Gladly will we sing for Jesus,Sing our happy songs;
Praises will we give to Jesus,
With our youthful tongues:
Our hosannas loud shall echo
Over sea and land;
Jesus is the Friend of Children,--
Leads them by his hand.
Chorus.
Ever will we own our Saviour,
And walk in all his ways;
Ever will we own our Saviour,
And sing our songs of praise.
2. Gladly will we live for Jesus,
All our earthly days;
Give ourselves entirely to him,
Learn his holy ways:
Even from our early childhood
Till our life here ends,
Will we try to love and serve him,
Foll'wing his commands.
3 Gladly will we die in Jesus,
Leaning on his breast,
With his loving arms around us,
Sweet will be our rest:
Then we'll ever be with Jesus,
With that happy throng,
Mingling in the heav'nly chorus
Our triumphant song.-- Chorus.
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I AM TRUSTING, LORD, IN THEE.
In
thee, O Lord, do I put my trust
--Ps. lxxi.
1.
R EV W M. M C D ONALD.
W M G. F ISCHER. By per.
1. I am coming to the cross;I'm poor and weak and blind;
I'm counting all but dross;
I shall full salvation find.
Cho. I am trusting, Lord, in thee,
Dear Lamb of Calvary;
Humbly at thy cross I bow;
Save me, Jesus, save me now.
2 Long my heart has sighed for thee;
Long has evil reigned within;
Jesus sweetly speaks to me,
I will cleanse you from all sin.
I am trusting, &c.
3 Here I give my all to thee,--
Friends, and time, and earthly store;
Soul and body thine to be,
Wholly thine, for evermore.
I am trusting, &c.
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WE ARE COMING TO THE FOUNTAIN.
I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely.
A NNIE C UMMINGS.
W M. W. B ENTLEY.
1. We are coming to the fountain,We are kneeling at its brink;
From its pure and living waters,
Jesus says we too may drink.
Chorus.
We are coming, yes, we're coming,
For we know there yet is room,
Room for ev'ry one that thirsteth,
And the Saviour bids us come.
2.
We are coming to the fountain,
Flowing fresh, and clear and free,
We are coming, blessed Saviour,
Bringing all we have to thee.-- Chorus.
3.
We are coming straight to Jesus,
We have nowhere else to go,
And we know he will receive us,
For he's sweetly told us so.-- Cho.
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I WILL FOLLOW JESUS.
J H. T ENNEY.
1. The world is very beautiful,and [sic] full of joy to me;
The sun shines out in glory,
On ev'rything I see;
I know I shall be happy
While in the world I stay,
For I will follow Jesus,
Will follow all the way.
Chorus.
For I will follow Jesus,
For I will follow Jesus,
For I will follow Jesus,
Will follow all the way.
2. I'm but a little pilgrim,
My journey's just begun;
They say I shall meet sorrow
Before my journey's done.
The world is full of sorrow
And suffering, they say,
But I will follow Jesus,
Will follow all the way.
3.
Then, like a little pilgrim,
Whatever I may meet,
I'll take it,--joy or sorrow,--
And lay at Jesus' feet;
He'll comfort me in trouble,
He'll wipe my tears away,
With joy I'll follow Jesus,
Will follow all the way.
For I will follow Jesus, &c.
4.
Then trials cannot vex me,
And pain I need not fear;
For when I'm close by Jesus
Grief cannot come too near.
Not even death can harm me,
When death I meet one day,
To heav'n I'll follow Jesus,
Will follow all the way.
For I will follow Jesus, &c.
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SOWING AND REAPING.
Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also
reap.
--Gal. vi.
7
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Are we sowing seeds of kindness?They shall blossom bright ere long;
Are we sowing seeds of discord?
They shall ripen into wrong;
Are we sowing seeds of honor?
They shall bring forth golden grain;
Are we sowing seeds of falsehood?
We shall yet reap bitter pain.
Chorus.
Whatsoe'er our sowing be,
Reaping, we its fruit shall see,
Whatsoe'er our sowing be,
Reaping, we its fruit shall see.
2. We can never be too careful
What the seed our hands shall sow,--
Love from love is sure to ripen,
Hate from hate as sure to grow;
Seeds of good or ill we scatter,
As we pass along the way,
And we'll gather of the fruitage
In the last great harvest day.
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GOOD COUNSEL.
600 years old.
W. J. K.
1. Guard, my child, thy tongue,That it speak no wrong,
Let no evil word pass o'er it;
Set the watch of truth before it;
That it do no wrong,
Guard, my child, thy tongue.
2. Guard, my child, thine eyes,
Prying is not wise;
Let them look on what is right,
From all evil turn their sight;
Prying is not wise,
Guard, my child, thine eyes.
3. Guard, my child, thine ear,
Wicked words will sear;
Let no evil words come in,
That may cause the soul to sin;
Wicked words will sear,
Guard, my child, thine ear
4. Ear, and eye, and tongue,
Guard while thou art young;
For, alas! these busy three
Can unruly members be;
Guard while thou art young,
Ears and eyes and tongue.
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We all can do Something for Jesus.
J NO. R S WENEY.
1. Our school is a vineyard, a garden of truth,We all can do something for Jesus;
And tho' we are just in the morning of youth,
We all can do something for Jesus;
The deep rolling river that flows to the sea
Is made of the brooklets that sparkle so free;
A lesson, dear schoolmates, for you and for me
We all can do something for Jesus.
2. A word to the erring of kindness and love
May often remind them of Jesus,
A song of our beautiful mansion above
May lead a poor wand'rer to Jesus;
The acorn when planted, tho' small it may be,
How quickly it grows to a wide-spreading tree,
A lesson, dear schoolmates, for you and for me
We all can do something for Jesus.
3. O sweeter, far sweeter than riches or fame
To feel we are working for Jesus,
The cup of cold water we give in his name
Will bring us the blessing of Jesus;
The brook and the ocean, the leaf and the tree,
Are teaching a lesson to you and to me,
No matter how simple the effort may be,
We all can do something for Jesus.
Copyright, 1881, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Calling, Gently Calling.
"And the Lord came,
and stood and called as at other times, Samuel, Samuel.
Then Samuel answered, Speak; for thy servant heareth."
1 Sam. iii. 10.
Rev. J M. L YONS.
J OHN J. H OOD.
1. In the midnight silent watches,What a wondrous voice I hear!
Charming accents, sweet and tender,
Music-like salute mine ear.
CHORUS.
Calling, gently calling,
Wondrous accents, sweet and mild!
Calling, for he loves me:
He loves a little child.
2. Blessed Lord, O great Creator,
How I wonder can it be,
He that built the starry mansion,
Doth regard a child like me.
3 There again I hear thee calling,
In such tender accents near;
Here am I! oh, yes, I listen;
Speak, and I will gladly hear.
4 Speak, O Lord, thy servant heareth;
Help thou me to understand;
Here I wait to do thy errands,
And obey, Lord, thy command.
From S ILVERY E CHOES, by per.
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We all can do Good.
F. J. C.
J. R. S.
1. Our lives we are told are but fleeting at best,Like roses they fade and decay;
Then let us do good while the present is ours,
Be useful as long as we stay.
C HORUS.
Do good unto others, do good while we can,--
Our moments how quickly they fly;
Remember the proverb, remember it now,
We all can do good if we try.
2. A look, or a smile, that in kindness we give,
May comfort a desolate heart;
May sweeten a life that is lonely and sad,
And hope to the weary impart.
3. How many around us are strangers to God,
How many poor children we see;
If such we could bring to the foot of the cross,
How grateful and glad we should be.
4. We all can do good, and we all can bestow
Some gift for the sake of our Lord;
If only a cup of cold water we give,
Our souls will not lose their reward.
Copyright, 1881, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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He Loves us Still the Same.
P RISCILLA J. O WENS.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Who left for us a throne in heaven,Glorious and bright?
Whose precious life for us was given,
That we might live aright? 'Twas
C HORUS.
Jesus, Jesus,
Glory to his name, hallelujah;
When he dwelt on earth below
Little ones to him might go,
Hallelujah, praise his name,
He loves us still the same.
2. Who loved us when forlorn and dreary,
By sin o'ercome?
Who sought us when we wandered weary,
Far from our heavenly home?
3. Who gathered little children round him,
With blessings kind?
Who now, tho' glory bright has crown'd him,
Faithful we always find? 'Tis
4. Who watches us when lonely straying,
By night or day?
Who listens when our hearts are praying,
Hears every word we say?
5. Jesus the children's friend, we bless thee,
Teach us thy fear;
Let not our lips alone confess thee,
Make thou our hearts sincere.--
Copyright, 1881, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Come Hither to Me.
F. J. C.
S. J. R OBSON.
1. The Saviour is calling, how tender his voice,His kind invitation should make us rejoice,
He speaks, and no language so loving can be,
Arise, little children, come hither to me.
C HORUS.
Come hither to me, come hither to me;
Of such shall my kingdom in Paradise be;
Come hither to me, come hither to me,
Arise, little children, come hither to me.
2. Our Friend, of all others the dearest and best,
How gently he gathers the lambs to his breast.
And there from all evil how safe we shall be;
O hear him still calling, Come hither to me.
3. The world may deceive us, its pleasures will die,
But he has provided a home in the sky,
He tells us how happy our dwelling will be,
And whispers now, Children, come hither to me.
4. Again he is calling, we must not delay,
With bright, smiling faces we gladly obey;
Oh, Saviour, our Saviour! how thankful are we
That all are invited to come unto thee.
Copyright, 1881, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Children Invited.
Mrs. A. M. C HANCE.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. Come to Jesus,Children dear,
He'll receive you;
Do not fear.
C HORUS.
Wont you love and serve him,
Wont you love and serve him,
Wont you, wont you love and serve him.
2. For he loves you,
And he died;
On the cross
Was crucified.
3. Jesus suffered
Pain and woe,
For you, children,
Here below.
4. That his children
Happy might be,--
Saved in heaven,
From sin set free.
Copyright, 1881, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Little Ones May Come to Thee.
F. J. C.
J. R. S.
S OLO.1. I would seek and find thee now,
D UET.
Blessed Saviour, teach me how,
S OLO.
I would lay my heart to rest
D UET.
On thy gentle, loving breast.
C HORUS.
Thou art pure and undefiled, undefiled,
I a weak and helpless child, helpless child;
Yet thy Word has said to me,
Little ones may come to thee,
Yes, the little ones may come to thee.
2. Thou did'st leave thy crown of light,
Thou did'st leave thy home so bright,
Thou did'st leave them all for me,
That my soul might live with thee.
3. Precious Saviour, Friend divine,
Take and keep my hand in thine;
Then how happy I shall be,
Step by step to walk with thee.
Copyright, 1881, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Long time ago.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Jesus was a little child,Long time ago,
Gentle, loving meek and mild,
Long time ago:
He was in a manger sleeping,
Angels o'er him watch were keeping,
Long time ago,
Long time ago.
2. Wise men guided by a star,
Long time ago,
Came there from the east afar,
Long time ago:
Came with gifts, and bent above him,
Came to worship and to love him,
Long time ago,
Long time ago.
3. We may come as well as they
Long time ago,
For we read that Christ did say,
Long time ago,
"Suffer them to come unto me,
Let of such my kingdom be,"
Long time ago,
Long time ago.
Copyright, 1880, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Our Welcome Song.
F. J. C.
J. R. S.
1. Our hearts are full of joy and song,While here once more we come,
And warmly greet the many friends
Within our Sabbath home.
C HORUS.
Thrice welcome, glad welcome to all;
We're happy, as happy can be; yes, we're happy;
Of Jesus we sing, our Redeemer and King,
For who is so loving as he?
2. Oh, welcome, welcome, ev'ry one,
Where purest pleasures dwell;
Where faith and hope whene'er we meet
Their precious story tell.
3. Oh, welcome, welcome, ev'ry one,
To this our home so dear;
Where we are taught the way of life,
That blessed way so dear.
4. Oh, welcome, welcome, ev'ry one,
And this shall be our prayer,
That each of us at God's right hand
A robe and crown may wear.
Copyright, 1881, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Anniversary Song of Praise.
Mrs. A. M. C HANCE.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. God has bless'd us without measure,Crown'd our years with richest treasure,
Join'd our hearts in love to him,
That we all might praise his name.
C HORUS.
Praise him, praise him,
Praise his holy name;
Praise him, praise him,
Praise his holy name.
2. And our school to-day rejoices,
While we praise with happy voices,
On this Anniversary Day
We would bring our grateful lay.
3. Thanks to God, our Heavenly Father,
Who has bless'd and kept us ever,
With united heart and tongue
May his praise by us be sung.
Copyright, 1881, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Suffer Them to Come.
Text--Mark. x. 14.
Rev. S. Y. H ARMER.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. In the days of his flesh they brought little children,That Jesus might bless them when placed by his knee,
While bringing them there, his disciples rebuked them;
But Jesus said "Little ones, come unto me."
CHORUS.
Come unto me! come unto me!
Jesus said, "little ones, come unto me."
2. Suffer children to come as heirs of my kingdom,
I welcome them all, for the banquet is free;
O never forbid them, I come now to save them,
And say to the little ones, "come unto me."
3. Yes, the children are welcome, welcome to Jesus,
To little ones ever the promise is given;
The Saviour declares it, his word now assures us,
Of little ones, such is the kingdom of heaven.
By permission.
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Our Christmas Tree.
Selected.
Arranged.
1. Our Christmas tree is decked once more,In joy we meet around;
It tells of brighter things in store,--
Let songs of praise resound.
CHORUS.
Our Christmas tree, fair Christmas tree,
Bright Christmas tree, blest Christmas tree;
A cheerful song we sing to thee,
This happy Christmas day.
2. Our Christmas tree is fresh and green,
While skies are cold and drear;
Its harvest store of fruit is seen
When Winter blights the year.
3 Our Christmas tree is shining bright,
While shadows may surround;
Thus God doth give his children light,
When darkness falls around.
4 Kind friends, whose hands have decked this tree,
Our grateful thanks receive;
Yet, Lord, for Christmas joys to thee
Our highest praise we give.
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Hushed was the Evening Hymn.
A. S ULLIVAN.
1. Hushed was the evening hymn,The temple courts were dark,
The lamp was burning dim
Before the sacred ark:
When suddenly a voice divine
Rang thro' the silence of the shrine.
2. Oh! give me Samuel's ear,
The open ear, O Lord,
Alive and quick to hear
Each whisper of thy word,
Like him to answer at thy call,
And to obey thee first of all.
3. Oh! give me Samuel's heart,
A lowly heart, that waits
Where in thy house thou art,
Or watches at thy gates.
By day and night, a heart that still
Moves at the breathing of thy will.
4 Oh! give me Samuel's mind,
A sweet, unmurmuring faith,
Obedient and resigned
To thee in life and death,
That I may read with childlike eyes
Truths that are hidden from the wise.
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Growing Up for Jesus.
P RISCILLA J. O WENS.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Growing up for Jesus, we are truly blest,In his smile is welcome, in his arms our rest,
In his truth our treasure, in his love our rule,
Growing up for Jesus in our Sunday school.
C HORUS.
Growing up for Jesus, till in him complete,
Growing up for Jesus, oh, his work is sweet:
In his truth our treasure, in his love our rule,
Growing up for Jesus in our Sunday school.
2. Not too young to love him, little hearts beat true,
Not too young to serve him as the dew-drops do,
Not too young to praise him singing as we come,
Not too young to answer when he calls us home.
3. Growing up for Jesus, learning day by day
How to follow onward in the narrow way;
Seeking holy treasure, finding precious truth,
Growing up for Jesus in our happy youth.
Copyright, 1882, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Jesus Loves Me So.
W. H. F LAVILLE.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. I love my Saviour dear,--How much can never tell;
He comes so very near,
And with him all is well;
I love my Saviour dear,
How much can never show;
He makes my pathway clear,
And ever loves me so.
C HORUS.
Jesus loves me so,
Jesus loves me so,
I will love him more and more,
For Jesus loves me so.
2. I love his own dear word,
The book of books to me,
In ev'ry land is heard
Its gospel full and free.
I love his own dear word,
With love 'tis all aglow,
My very heart is stirr'd,
For Jesus loves me so.
3. I love his holy day,
The day he calls his own,
That keeps me on the way
To my celestial home,
I love his holy day,
That gives me grace to grow,
And ever watch and pray,
For Jesus loves me so.
4. I love the Sunday school,
Oh, who can stay away;
Its teachings be my rule
Of life from day to day,
I love the Sunday school,
Oh, would that all might know
Its joys so rich and full,
For Jesus loves me so.
Copyright, 1881, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Jesus Died to Save Me.
I RA O RWIG H OFFMAN.
1. Jesus died upon the tree,From my sins to set me free,
From my sins to set me free,
He is my Redeemer.
C HORUS.
Precious love! wondrous love!
His own life he gave me;
On the Cross of Calvary,
Jesus died to save me.
2. He hath made an end of sin,
And his blood has washed me clean,
Yes, his blood has washed me clean,
He is my Redeemer.
3. Trusting his almighty aid,
I will never be dismayed,
No, I will not be dismayed,
He is my Redeemer.
4. With the saints in heav'n above
I will sing his dying love,
I will sing his dying love,
He is my Redeemer.
5. Oh, let ev'ry ransomed soul
Sound his praise from pole to pole,
Sound his praise from pole to pole,
He is my Redeemer.
By permission.
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Hymn for "Children's Day."
J AMES N ICHOLSON.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Our Father, we come on this "Children's Day"A tribute of praise at thy feet to lay;
We thank thee for birth in this favor'd land,
For goodness and mercy on ev'ry hand.
C HORUS.
O help us, our Father in heav'n, that we
May give up our youthful hearts to thee;
O help us, our Father in heav'n, that we
May give up our youthful hearts to thee.
2. For freedom of conscience, of speech, the press,
For schools of learning, thy name we bless;
We thank thee for beautiful liberty
To read thine own word and to worship thee.
3. Now Father, we come on this "Children's Day,"
For thy grace, and mercy, and peace, we pray,
May the Holy Spirit come sweetly down,
And now with his presence our meeting crown.
Copyright, 1882, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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So would I be.
L IZZIE E DWARDS.
W M. C HURCH, Jr.
1. Like a pretty sunbeam shining,So would I be;
All around with pleasure twining,
So would I be;
Chasing ev'ry cloud of sadness,
Filling ev'ry heart with gladness,
Like a pretty sunbeam shining,
So would I be.
2. Like a merry brooklet flowing,
So would I be;
Doing good, and joy bestowing,
So would I be;
Gliding on and on forever,
Always happy, weary never,
Like a merry brooklet flowing,
So would I be.
3. Like a little birdie singing,
So would I be;
Sweetest music ever bringing,
So would I be;
Praising God who gently folds me
In his loving arms and holds me;
Like a little birdie singing,
So would I be.
Copyright, 1881, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Singing, Swinging.
Rev. J OHN O. F OSTER, A. M.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. There's a little bird's nest high among the trees,Swinging in the branches, waving in the breeze,
Moving back and forward, like a rocking chair,
Little birdies sleeping, swinging in the air.
CHORUS.
Singing, swinging, singing, swinging,
All the merry song birds singing ev'rywhere;
Singing, swinging, singing, swinging,
Swinging in the tree-tops, singing in the air.
2. There's a little swallow up among the eaves,
Busy as a nailer with a nest of leaves;
Then a flock of blue birds, perched along a line,
Looking out for something, so they all can dine.
3. There's a flow of music, sweet, and pure, and good,
Bass, and air, and treble, with an interlude;
Melody and measure, in the leafy bowers,
Full of pulsing gladness, coming down in showers.
4. What has heaven taught us? how have we been stirred
By the cheerful music of a little bird?
Singing in the morning, with a might and main,
Singing in the darkness, singing in the rain.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Buds of Promise.
F ANNY J. C ROSBY.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. We are buds of promise fair,Blooming on, blooming on,
Guarded by a Saviour's care,
Praise his name;
He is bending very near,
Smiling on, smiling on,
Watching o'er his children here,
Praise, praise his name.
Cho. --We are buds of promise fair,
Blooming on, blooming on,
Guarded by a Saviour's care,
Praise his name.
2. Like the birds, their tuneful lay
Chiming on, chiming on,
We are singing, glad as they,
Praise his name;
Like the beams we love to see,
Shining on, shining on,
Little workers we may be,
Praise, praise his name.
3. Like the brook that all day long
Sparkles on, sparkles on,
We will sing our happy song,
Praise his name;
To a bright and sunny land
Marching on, marching on,
Jesus holds each little hand,
Praise, praise his name.
Copyright, 1884, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Hosanna to Jesus.
Words & Music by C. D ARNTON.
1. Hosanna we sing to Jesus our king,Who came down from heav'n salvation to bring;
To bless little children who trust in His love,
And try to obey Him like angels above.
Chorus.
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna, hosanna to Jesus our King.
2.
Hosanna again to Jesus proclaim,
For oh how we love the sound of His name!
While angels in heaven are sounding His praise,
We children our songs of thanksgiving will raise.
Chorus. --Hosanna, etc.
3.
Hosanna we sing to Jesus our King.
On earth and in heaven His praises shall ring;
For Jesus will take us to live up on high,
Beyond the bright stars in His beautiful sky.
Chorus. --Hosanna, etc.
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Dropping Pennies.
Mrs. F IDELIA H. D E W ITT.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Hear the pennies dropping,Listen while they fall,
Ev'ry one for Jesus,
He will get them all.
REFRAIN.
Dropping, dropping, dropping, dropping,
Hear the pennies fall;
Ev'ry one for Jesus,--
He will get them all.
2. Dropping, dropping ever,
From each little hand,
'Tis our gift to Jesus,
From his little band.
3. Now, while we are little,
Pennies are our store,
But, when we are older,
Lord, we'll give thee more.
4. Though we have not money,
We can give him love,
He will own our off'ring,
Smiling from above.
Copyright, 1886, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Children of the Kingdom.
F ANNY J. C ROSBY.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. Children of the kingdom, while we journey here,Only for a time abiding;
Looking unto Jesus, banish ev'ry fear,
For his eyes our path is guiding.
CHORUS.
From the land of song, the bright land of song,
Listen to the music gently falling;
Children of the kingdom, tarry not, but come
Where the pure in heart are calling.
2. Children of the kingdom, pressing on our way,
Never let us falter, never;
Bear the cross for Jesus, bear it ev'ry day,
In his mercy trusting ever.
3. Children of the kingdom, while we watch and wait,
Never be discouraged, never;
Soon our feet will enter through the palace gate
And go out no more forever.
4. Children of the kingdom, joyful let us be,
Yonder is the shining river;
There in all his beauty we the King shall see,
And behold his face forever.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Crown Him.
T HOMAS K ELLEY.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious,See the Man of Sorrows now!
From the fight return'd victorious,
Ev'ry knee to him shall bow:
Crown him, crown him;
Crowns become the Victor's brow;
Crown him, crown him;
Crowns become the Victor's brow.
2. Crown the Saviour, angels, crown him:
Rich the trophies Jesus brings:
In the seat of power enthrone him,
While the vault of heaven rings:
Crown him, crown him;
Crown the Saviour King of kings;
Crown him, crown him;
Crown the Saviour King of kings.
3. Sinners in derision crown'd him,
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around him,
Own his title, praise his name:
Crown him, crown him;
Spread abroad the Victor's fame;
Crown him, crown him;
Spread abroad the Victor's fame.
4. Hark, those bursts of acclamation!
Hark, those loud, triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station:
Oh, what joy the sight affords!
Crown him, crown him
King of kings, and Lord of lords;
Crown him, crown him;
King of kings, and Lord of lords.
Copyright, 1881, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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God is in Heaven.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
First Voice.1. God is in heaven, and can he hear
A feeble prayer like mine?
Second Voice.
Yes, little child, thou need'st not fear,
He list'neth now to thine.
CHORUS.
Come, oh, come, ye children, hearken unto me,
And I, yes, I will teach you the fear of the Lord.
2. God is in heaven, and can he see
When I am doing wrong?
Yes, little child, he looks at thee
All day and all night long.
3. God is in heaven, and would he know
If I should tell a lie?
Yes, if thou said'st it e'er so low,
He'd hear it in the sky.
4. God is in heaven, and can I go
To thank him for his care?
Not yet; but love him here below,
And thou shalt praise him there.
Copyright, 1884, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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Room for Little Feet.
F. M. D. By per.
1. Yet there is room for little feetUpon the narrow road,
And room enough on Zion's street,
So golden and so broad.
CHORUS.
Room enough, room enough
Upon the narrow road.
Yes, room enough for little feet,
On Zion's street so broad.
2. Yet there is room, heaven is not full;
Wide open stands the door;
Millions now walk those golden streets,
And room for millions more.
3. Yet there is room, and none depart
Unwelcomed, unforgiven,
While there is room in Jesus' heart,
There's room enough in heaven.
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Festal Day.
Each scholar should have a small bouquet to be swung like a censer while singing 7th and 8th lines.
I. J.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. 'Tis our yearly festal dayCome again, bright and happy;
God has led us on our way
And we meet once again.
From the homes we love so dearly
We have come with blossoms fair;
And we swing our little censers,
Making sweet all the air.
CHORUS.
'Tis our yearly festal day
Come again, bright and happy;
God has led us on our way
And we meet once again.
2. Let our hearts with rapture swell
While the Lord we are praising;
And of all his mercies tell,
Light and love, from above.
He has crown'd the year with goodness
With his blessings rich and rare;
Swing again, ye little censers,
Breathing praise ev'rywhere.
3. 'Tis the children's jubilee;
Thanks to God we are singing;
With our hearts as light and free
As the birds on the wing.
Look upon us, loving Saviour,
From thy blessed home above,
Let our hearts like little censers,
Send response to thy love!
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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While Sabbath Bells.
FOR CHILDREN'S DAY.
EVE
F. G. B URROUGHS.
A DAM G RIBEL.
1. While Sabbath bells their sweetest tuneChime out in joyous measures,
To greet the Children's Day in June,
The day of sacred pleasures,
We'll join their ring, and loudly sing,
To crown with praises Christ our King.
2. Here gathered in this heavenly place
We love to sing of Jesus,
Who died to save our fallen race,
And now from bondage frees us:
With voices strong we will prolong
Our praise, to crown our King in song.
3. O blessed Saviour, kind and mild,
How dearly we should love thee!
Because thou wast a little child,
Thou art not far above me;
We feel thee near,--yes, thou art here
To let us crown thee, Jesus, dear!
4. Then while the bells their sweetest tune
Ring out in merry greeting
Upon this fragrant day in June,
To hail the children's meeting,--
Our joyful lays we, too, will raise,
And crown our Saviour King with praise.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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The Door of my Lips.
RESPONSIVE EXERCISE.
S CHOOL R ECITES. --Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength, and my Redeemer. Ps. xix. 14. For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether. Ps. cxxxix. 4.
W. J. K.
S ING.1. What are the words that we must say?
Boys.
Kind words!
Girls.
kind words!
Gentle to all, in work or play,
Speak kind words.
CHORUS.
Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth;
Keep thou the door of my lips.
R ECITE. --A soft answer turneth away wrath, but grievous words stir up anger. Prov. xv. 1.
2 What are the words that we must say?True words! true words!
God's own command, we must obey,
Speak true words.
C HO. --Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth;
Keep thou the door of my lips.
R ECITE. --The ninth commandment is, "Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor." Ex. xx. 16. Lying lips are abomination to the Lord, but they that deal truly are his delight. Prov. xii. 22.
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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3 What are the words that we must say?
Pure words! pure words!
Pure as the shining light of day;
Speak pure words.
C HO. --Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth;
Keep thou the door of my lips.
R ECITE. --The third commandment is, "Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain: for the Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain." Ex. xx. 7. Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth. Eph. iv. 29.
4 What are the words that we must say?Bright words! bright words!
Happy of heart as birds in May;
Speak bright words.
C HO. --Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth;
Keep thou the door of my lips.
R ECITE. --Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, sweet to the soul. Prov. xvi. 24. A word spoken in due season, how good is it. Prov. xv. 23.
5 What are the words that we must say?Good words! good word! [sic]
Loving the Lord, we'll sing and pray;
Speak good words.
C HO. --Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth;
Keep thou the door of my lips.
R ECITE. --It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praise unto thy name, O most high. Ps. xcii. 1. Continue in prayer. Col. iv. 2. And whatsoever ye do, in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus. Col. iii. 17.
C HO. --Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth;Keep thou the door of my lips.
--E. E. H EWITT.
Good Temper.
C. O. N EVERS. By per.
1. There is one thing quite sure to makeA happy heart at home,
That all the painful sting will take
From troubles as they come.
CHORUS.
Good temper, good temper,
Will make a happy home.
2. Good temper! sunshine of the heart,
Home's solace and delight;
Whose constant tone and look impart
True joy, serene and bright.
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Fadeless Flowers,
FOR CHILDREN'S DAY OR ANNIVERSARY.
Mrs. A. M. C HANCE.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1. Praise we bring to our King,Joyous anthems sweetly sing;
He is worthy to receive
All the honors we can give.
CHORUS.
Fadeless flowers blooming fair,
We would give thee, Jesus dear,
Take us, Saviour,
Thine we are.
2. Though on high he lives above,
He delights in children's love,
And the blessing gives to them
Thus to honor his dear name.
3. While we come with flowers fair,
Flinging perfume on the air,
He the fragrance of our love
Gathers up in heaven above.
Copyright, 1881, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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The Birthday Box.
E. E. H EWITT.
W M. J. K IRKPATRICK.
1. Tiny notes of music,Chiming all the year,
Swell into a chorus,
Praises sweet and clear.
CHORUS.
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
Key of love the heart unlocks;
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
Love drops pennies in the birthday box.
2. For our pleasant birthdays,
While we gladly sing,
For our years so happy,
Lord, our gifts we bring.
3. Many little children
Now are sick or sad;
These will we remember,
Help to make them glad.
4 For thy love, dear Saviour,
For thy tender care,
Thankful hearts we give thee,
Hear our birthday prayer.
5 May we truly love thee,
Thy dear children be;
Take our lives, Lord Jesus,
All our days for thee!
Copyright, 1887, by J OHN J. H OOD.
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No; not I!
L IZZIE E DWARDS.
J NO. R. S WENEY.
1 Four little fingers said one day,We will no longer the hand obey:
She has determined that we must work,
We have decided our task to shirk;
Those who are stronger the work can do;
Pray, little Thumbkin, what say you?
Coming to join us by and by?
No! was the answer, No; not I!
1st line.--Holding up four fingers. 2d line.--Open the hand wide. 4th line--Holding up four fingers. 6th line.--Hold up the thumb. 8th line.--Shake the thumb, closing the rest of the hand.
2 Well, said the fingers, Mr. Thumb,You'll be the loser if you dont come;
You'll not be with us our fun to share;
Stay, if you want to, for we dont care!
Stop, said the pinky sisters three,
Thumbkin is wiser by far than we,
Yet he will join us by and by;
No! was the answer, No; not I!
1st line.--Holding up four fingers. 4th line--Hold up the little finger, closing the others. 8th line.--Shake the thumb, closing rest of the hand.
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