CATECHISM: HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. With all our dear ones round us In that eternal home, Where death no more shall part us, And night shall never come. Amen.

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467 WHEN the morning paints the skies,

And the birds their songs renew, Let me from my slumbers rise, Saying," What would Jesus do?" Countless mercies from above

Day by day my pathway strew; Is it much to bless Thy love? " Father, what would Jesus do?" When I ply my daily task, And the round of toil pursue, Let me often brightly ask, " What, my soul, would Jesus do?" Would the foe my heart beguile, Whispering thoughts and words Let me to his subtlest wile[ untrue; Answer," What would Jesus do?" When the clouds of sorrow hide Mirth and sunshine from my view, Let me, clinging to Thy side, Ponder," What would Jesus do?" Only let Thy love, O God,

Fill my spirit through and through, Treading where my Saviour trod, Breathing," What would Jesus do?" Amen.

468 THE hours of work are over,

The evening calls us home; Once more to Thee, O Father, With thankful hearts we come; For all Thy countless blessings

We praise Thy holy name, And own Thy love unchanging, Through days and years the same. For life and health, and shelter

From harm throughout the day, The kindness of our teachers, The gladness of our play; For all the dear affection

Of parents, brothers, friends, To Him our thanks we render Who these and all things sends. But these, O Lord, can show us Thy goodness but in part; Thy love would lead us onward To know Thee as Thou art; Thy Son came down from heaven To take away our sin, Thy Spirit dwells among us To make us clean within.

For this, O Lord, we bless Thee,

For this, we thank Thee most ,­The cleansing of the sinful, The saving of the lost; The Teacher ever present, The Friend for ever nigh, The home prepared by Jesus For us above the sky. Lord, gather all Thy children To meet Thee there at last, Where earthly tasks are ended, And earthly days are past;

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Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky. Now the darkness gathers, Stars their watches keep, Birds, and beasts, and flowers Soon will be asleep. Jesus, give the weary

Calm and sweet repose; With Thy tenderest blessing May mine eyelids close. Grant to little children

Visions bright of Thee; Guard the sailors tossing On the deep blue sea. Comfort every sufferer

Watching late in pain; Those who plan some evil From their sin restrain.

Through the long night watches May Thine angels spread Their white wings above me, Watching round my bed. When the morning wakens, Then may I arise Pure, and fresh, and sinless In Thy holy eyes. Glory to the Father, Glory to the Son, And to Thee, blest Spirit, Whilst all ages run. Amen.

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HUSH'D was the evening hymn,

The temple courts were dark; The lamp was burning dim Before the sacred ark; When suddenly a Voice divine Rang through the silence of the shrine. The old man, meek and mild, The priest of Israel, slept; His watch the temple- child,

The little Levite, kept;

And what from Eli's sense was seal'd, The Lord to Hannah's son reveal'd. Oh, give me Samuel's ear, The open ear, O Lord, Alive and quick to hear Each whisper of Thy word, Like him to answer at Thy call, And to obey Thee first of all.

Oh, give me Samuel's heart, A lowly heart, that waits Where in Thy house Thou art, Or watches at Thy gates

By day and night, a heart that still Moves at the breathing of Thy wil