CATECHISM: HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. But oh, I'm not like Jesus, As any one may see; O gentle Saviour, send thy grace, And make me like to thee.
Baviour, give us faith, and pour
Hope and love on every soul; Hope, till time shall be no more; Love, while endless ages roll.( i)
GRACE BEFORE AND AFTER MEAT.
428 BE present at our table, Lord, Be here and everywhere adored; These creatures bless, and grant that we May feast in paradise with thee.( a)
429 We thank thee, Lord, for this
our
For life, and health, and every good: May manna to our souls be given, The bread of life sent down from heaven.( a)
SUNDAY SCHOOL OPENING HYMN.
430 WE come, Lord, to thy feet On this thy holy
day:
O come to us, while here we meet To learn, and praise, and pray.
Our many sins forgive, The Holy Spirit send; And teach us to begin to live The life that knows no end. Lord, fill our hearts with love, Our teachers' labours own; That we and they may meet above,
Dependent on thy bounteous breath, We seek thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still thine own.( c) 434 JESUS is our Shepherd, wiping
every tear:
Folded in his bosom, what have we to fear?
To sing before thy throne.( e) SUNDAY SCHOOL CLOSING HYMN.
Only let us follow whither he doth lead, To the thirsty desert or the dewy mead.
431 O LORD, our hearts would give Jesus is our Shepherd, well we know his
thee praise, Ere now our school we end; For this thy day, the best of days, Jesu, the children's Friend.
Lord, graft thy word in every heart, Our souls from sin defend, That we from thee may ne'er depart, Jesu, the children's Friend. Lord, bless our homes and give us grace, Thy Sabbaths so to spend, That we in heaven may find a place, With thee, the children's Friend.( c) 432 I WANT to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek; For no one mark'd an angry word, That ever heard him speak.
I want to be like Jesus,
So frequently in prayer; Alone upon the mountain top,
He met his Father there.
I want to be like Jesus; I never, never find
That he, though persecuted, was To any one unkind.
I want to be like Jesus,
433 By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose!
Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod;
Whose secret heart with influence sweet
Is upward drawn to God. By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must
The rose, that blooms beneath the hill, Must shortly fade away.
O thou, whose infant feet were found Within thy Father's shrine, Whose years, with changeless virtue crown'd,
Were all alike divine:
Engaged in doing good;
So that of me it may be said,
" She hath done what she could."
I want to be like Jesus,
Who sweetly said to all, " Let little children come to me:" I would obey the call,
voice;
How its gentlest whisper makes our hearts rejoice;
Even when he chideth, tender is its tone: None but he shall guide us; we are his
alone.
Jesus is our Shepherd; for the sheep he bled;
Every lamb is sprinkled with the blood
he shed:
Then on each he setteth his own secret sign:
" They that have my Spirit, these,"
saith he," are mine." Jesus is our Shepherd; guarded by his
arm,
Though the wolves may ravin, none can do us harm:
When we tread death's valley, dark with
fearful gloom,
We will fear no evil, victors o'er the
tomb.
Jesus is our Shepherd; with his good
ness now
And his tender mercy he doth us epdow. Let us sing his praises with a gladsome
heart,
Till ia heaven we meet him, never mort
to part.
435 YES, God is good; in earth
and sky,
From ocean- depths and spreading
wood,