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INFANTS'

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And they brought young children to Him.­Mark 10. 13.

1 SWEET the lessons Jesus taught, When to Him fond parents brought Babes for whom they blessing sought, Little ones, like me.

2 Jesus did not answer nay, Bid them come another day; Jesus did not turn away

Little ones, like me.

3 No, my Saviour's hand was laid Softly on each infant head;

Jesus, when He blessed them, said, " Let them come to Me."

4 Babes may still His blessing share; Lambs are His peculiar care; He will in His bosom bear Little ones, like me.

WORSHIP: PRAISE.

5 Saviour, on my infant head Let Thy gracious hand be laid, While I do as Thou hast said, Coming unto Thee.

JANE E. LEESON.

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Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings Thou hast perfected praise.- Matt. 21. 16.

1 LITTLE children, praise the Saviour, He regards you from above,

Praise Him for His great salvation, Praise Him for His precious love: Sweet Hosannas

To the name of Jesus sing.

2 When He left His home in glory, When He lived with mortals here, Little children sang His praises, And it pleased His gracious ear. Sweet Hosannas

To the name of Jesus sing.

3 When the anxious mothers round Him, With their tender infants pressed, He with open arms received them, And the little ones He blessed. Sweet Hosannas

To the name of Jesus sing.

4 Up in yonder spirit- regions, Angels sound the chorus high; Twice ten thousand times ten thousand, Sing His praises through the sky. Sweet Hosannas

To the name of Jesus sing.

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Little children, praise the Saviour; Praise Him, our undying Friend; Praise Him till in heaven we meet Him, There to praise Him without end.

Sweet Hosannas

To the name of Jesus sing.

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My son, attend unto My wisdom.- Prov. 5. 1. 1 SUNNY days of childhood! Beautiful ye seem;

Fair as spring- tide flowers,

Bright as summer's beam. Days with joy o'erflowing, Care nor sadness knowing, Must ye pass away!

2 Happy days of childhood! Swiftly moving on; Into manhood changing Ye will soon be gone. Like a streamlet flowing, Pause nor stillness knowing, Thus ye pass away!

Juvenile Harmonist.

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3 Precious days of childhood! Days of promise fair; If bedewed with wisdom, Rich the fruits ye bear. Jesus' footsteps keeping, Blest shall be our reaping In life's harvest day.

4 Sunny days of childhood! We no tear will shed When, like spring- tide flowers, Youth and health are fled. Earthly scenes forsaking, We shall hail the breaking Of an endless day.

W. H. GROSER.

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He careth for you.- 1 Pet. 5. 7. 1 POOR and needy though I be, God Almighty cares for me; Gives me clothing, shelter, food, Gives me all I have of good.