V.

  To our Father in heaven
    Our voices we’ll raise,
  With feelings most fervent,
    In songs to his praise.

  VI.

  Dear Saviour, to love thee
    Our hearts are inclined,
  Oh, teach us, we pray thee,
    Thy precepts to mind.

  VII.

  Upon our heart-garden,
    Oh, let thy love rain,
  Like fresh summer showers
    Upon the young grain.

  VIII.

  Like soft, gentle dew
    Upon the dry earth,
  Which opens the old buds,
    And to new ones gives birth.

  IX.

  Oh, teach us to offer
    Good deeds in thy praise,
  And acts of true charity
    Be the hymns that we raise.

  X.

  From all that will harm us,
    Or sorrow will bring,
  Oh, keep us, dear Lord,
    Beneath thy bright wing.

THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP.

* * * * *

Charley was a little boy, but he knew very well how to pity the poor, because he had a kind heart; and he knew very well that the poor laborers he saw in the streets were not bad because they were meanly dressed and worked hard:  he knew they were men, and had hearts like his father and mother, and when they were dressed their appearance was very respectable, and at church no people were more devout or better mannered.

One morning—­it was winter—­the sun shone down from the sky, and melted the snow and ice in the street and on the tops of the houses, so that it came tumbling down upon the sidewalks, and the streets were overflowing with the great flood.  Charley was looking out of the window to see it fall, and the people dodge and scamper along to save themselves from the great slides that would have been very dangerous if they had hit any one on the head.  He was thinking too of the poor little ragged boys, as they went by, some with matches, some with newspapers, and some with their hats in their hands begging, and he wished in his heart that he could do something to help them all; but he was but a little boy, and scarcely knew how to take care of himself.  As he continued to watch the passers-by, there came along a poor chimney-sweep, with his soot-bag and brush; his feet were very red, and looked as if they were bitten with the frost, for his shoes only half-covered his poor swollen feet, and he had no stockings on.  His blanket that hung over his shoulders was black as the chimney, and his face looked like soot.

[Illustration:  CHIMNEY-SWEEP]

Charley was watching him as he went along crying, “Sweep, ho! sweep!” when down came one of these great slides right upon his head.  He fell flat in a moment, and there he lay as one dead, covered all over with the cold snow and ice.  Charley rushed into the street in a moment, and screamed for help, but before he could reach the sweep a good man had raised him up, and was kindly brushing his clothes.  He was not much hurt, but severely stunned.  Charley took him by the hand and led him into the house, and gave him some dry clothes, and put some stockings and shoes upon his feet, and set before him a warm breakfast besides.