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4 We are young, and little know Of the way we have to go; We are dark and need His light, For we cannot tell the right; Christ, the children's Friend, is strong He will save us from all wrong.

Jesus, Saviour, etc.

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Enter into His gates with thanksgiving.- Psa. 100. 4.

1 LORD, this day Thy children meet In Thy courts with willing feet; Unto Thee this day they raise Grateful hearts in hymns of praise

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With Thy worship shall be blest; In our pleasure and our glee, Lord, we would remember Thee.

3 Help us unto Thee to pray, Hallowing our happy day; From Thy presence thus to win Hearts all pure and free from sin.

4 All our pleasures here below, Saviour, from Thy mercy flow: Little children Thou dost love; Draw our hearts to Thee above.

5 Make, O Lord, our childhood shine With all lowly grace, like Thine, Then through all eternity

We shall live in heaven with Thee.

W. W. How.

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And there was very great gladness.- Neh. 8. 17.

1 HAIL the children's festal day! Glad we sing our opening lay; Glad we see each other's face In this happy meeting- place. But one Friend we ask to stay In the midst of us to- day:

Jesus, Saviour, near us be While the children sing to Thee.

2 Gladsome ones are in His sight, Happy spirits, faces bright! Light the hearts that gather here, Where the friends we love appear; But a cloud is o'er the day

If the Saviour keep away. Jesus, Saviour, etc.

3 We have learnt to love that Name, For the children Jesus came, Bless'd the merry little bands, Touched them with His gentle hands, Loved to have them by His side, And to save them, even died. Jesus, Saviour, etc.

5 When our lives on earth shall end, May we to His home ascend, May we gather at His feet, May we there each other meet, May we sing the glad new song Sung by all the heavenly throng, Jesus, Saviour, etc.

MARIANNE FARNINGHAM.

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I will not leave thee.- Gen. 28. 15.

OUR day of praise is done:

The evening shadows fall, But pass not from us with the sun, True Light that lightest all.

Around the throne on high, Where night can never be, The white robed harpers of the sky Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.

Too faint our anthems here;

Too soon of praise we tire; But, oh the strains, how full and clear Of that eternal choir!

Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will,

If Thou attune the heart, We in Thine angels' music still May bear our lower part.

' Tis Thine each soul to calm, Each wayward thought reclaim, And make our daily life a psalm Of glory to Thy name.

A little while, and then Shall come the glorious end; And songs of angels and of men In perfect praise shall blend, ge J. ELLERTON.