Thus you hear the Saviour speak,—­
      “Come ye all and learn of me”;
    He was gentle, lowly, meek,—­
      So should all his followers be.

    When our Saviour from above,
      From his Father did descend,
    He took them in his arms of love,
      And children knew him for their friend.

    All little children Jesus blessed,—­
      Blessed in innocence they are;
    Little children he caressed;
      Praise him in your infant prayer.

HYMN.

    Praise to God!  O let us raise
    From our hearts a song of praise! 
    Of that goodness let us sing
    Whence our lives and blessings spring.

    Praise to him who made the light,
    Praise to him who gave us sight,
    Praise to him who formed the ear;
    Will he not his children hear?

    Praise him for our happy hours,
    Praise him for our varied powers,
    For these thoughts that rise above,
    For these hearts he made for love,

    For the voice he placed within,
    Bearing witness when we sin;
    Praise to him whose tender care
    Keeps this watchful guardian there.

    Praise his mercy, that did send
    Jesus for our guide and friend;
    Praise him, every heart and voice,
    Him who makes all worlds rejoice.

HYMN FOR A LITTLE BOY.

    “What, mother, makes it seem to me,
      When I am all alone,
    As if some one could hear and see,
      And all my thoughts were known?

    “Sometimes it makes me very glad,
      And dance and sing with joy;
    Sometimes it makes me very sad,
      And frights your little boy.

    “O, tell me, mother, tell me why;
      For I have never known
    Why ’tis I laugh, or why I cry,
      When I am all alone.”

    “My child, you never are alone;
      There is a watchful eye
    To which your very thoughts are known;
      ’Tis God is ever nigh.

    “He made your little heart for joy,
      He tunes your happy song;
    O, then, my little timid boy,
      Fear only doing wrong.

    “For he who makes your heart so glad,
      Who bids the good be gay,
    With the same love will make it sad,
      Whene’er you disobey.

    “He is our Father, and he hears
      Your weakest, faintest prayer;
    He wipes away an infant’s tears,
      And children are his care.”

“The Lord is my strength.”

    Almighty Father!  I am weak,
      But thou wilt strengthen me,
    If from my heart I humbly seek
      For help and light from thee.

    When I am tempted to do wrong,
      Then, Father, pity me,
    And make my failing virtue strong;
      Help me to think of thee!