CATECHISM: There's a song for little children Above the bright blue sky, A song that will not weary, Though sung continually; A song which even angels Can never, never sing, They know not Christ as Saviour,* But worship him as King.
There's a robe for little children, Above the ht blue sky,
A harp of sweetest music, A palm of victory. All, all above is treasured, And found in Christ alone: O, come, dear little children, That all may be your own.
HYMNS FOR CHILDREN.
440 SAFE in the arms of Jesus, Safe on his gentle breast, There by his love o'ershadow'd Sweetly my soul shall rest. Hark!' tis the voice of angels, Borne in a song to me, Over the fields of glory,
Over the jasper sea.
Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on his gentle breast, There by his love o'ershadow'd Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe from corroding care, Safe from the world's temptations, Sin cannot harm me there; Free from the blight of sorrow, Free from my doubts and fears,
Only a few more trials,
Only a few more tears. Safe in the arms,& c. Jesus, my heart's dear refuge, Jesus has died for me, Firm on the Rock of Ages Ever my trust shall be. Here let me wait with patienceWait till the night is o'er, Wait till I see the morning Break on the golden shore. Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on his gentle breast, There by his love o'ershadow'd Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Often have we left thee, often gone astray;
Keep us, mighty Saviour, in the narrow way.
Brightly gleams,& c. Pattern of our childhood, once thyself a child,
Make our childhood holy, pure, and e meek, and mild.
In the hour of danger whither can we flee,
Save to thee, dear Saviour, only unto thee P
Brightly gleams,& c.
All our days direct us in the way we go, Lead us on victorious over every foe: Bid thine angels shield us when the storm- clouds lower, Pardon, Lord, and save us in the last dread hour.
Brightly gleams,& c. Then with saints and angels may we join above,
Offering prayers and praises at thy throne of love;
When the march is over, then comes rest and peace,
Jesus in his beauty, songs that never
cease.
441 BRIGHTLY gleams our banner, pointing to the sky, Waving on Christ's soldiers to their home on high
Marching through the desert, gladly thus we pray,
Still, with hearts united, singing on our
Brightly gleams our banner, pointing to the sky,
Waving on Christ's soldiers to their home on high.
442 HERE we suffer grief and pain,
Here we meet to part again;
In heaven we part no more. O, that will be joyful! Joyful, joyful, joyful! O, that will be joyful! When we meet to part no more. All who love the Lord below, When they die to heaven will go, And join with saints above. O, that will be joyful,& c. Little children will be there, Who have sought the Lord by prayer From every Sunday school.
O, that will be joyful,& c. Teachers, too, will meet above, Pastors, parents, whom we love, Shall meet to part no more. O, that will be joyful,& c.
O, how happy we shall be! For our Saviour we shall see Exalted on his throne.
O, that will be joyful,& c. There we all shall sing for joy, And eternity employ
In praising Christ the Lord. O, that will be joyful! Joyful, joyful, joyful! O, that will be joyful! When we meet to part no more.
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Brightly gleams our banner, pointing to the sky,
Waving on Christ's soldiers to their home on high!
Jesu, Lord and Master, at thy sacred feet,
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