CATECHISM: HYMNS FOR CHILDREN.

BUNDAY SCHOOL OPENING HYMN. 489 WE come, Lord, to Thy feet On this Thy holy day: Oh 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, To sing before Thy throne.

Amen.

SUNDAY SCHOOL CLOSING HYMN.

4900 LORD, our hearts would give

Thee praise,

Ere now our school we end For this Thy day, the best of days, Jesus, the children's Friend.

Lord, graft Thy word in every heart, Our souls from sin defend, That we from Thee may ne'er depart, Jesus, the children's Friend.

1492 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,

Thy Sabbaths so to spend, That we in heaven may find a place, With Thee, the children's Friend.

Amen.

491 ALL things bright and beauti­

ful,

All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colours, He made their tiny wings.

The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, God made them, high or lowly. And order'd their estate.

So frequently in prayer; Alone upon the mountain top, He met His Father there.

The purple- headed mountain, The river running by, The sunset and the morning, That brightens up the sky; The cold wind in the winter, The pleasant summer sun, The ripe fruits in the garden, He made them every one: The tall trees in the greenwood, The meadows where we play, The rushes by the water,

We gather every day;­He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell, How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well. Amen.. 118

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,

Engaged in doing good; So that of me it may be said,

" She hath done what she could."

Lord, bless our homes and give us 493 LITTLE drops of water,

grace,

Little Make the mighty ocean And the beauteous land. And the little moments, Humble though they be, Make the mighty ages Of eternity.

I want to be like Jesus,

Who sweetly said to all, " Let little children come to Me:" I would obey the call. But oh, I'm not like Jesus,

As any one may see;

O gentle Saviour, send Thy grace, And make me like to Thee. Amen.

Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden, Like the heaven above. So our little errors

Lead the soul astray From the paths of virtue Into sin to stray. Little seeds of mercy,

Sown by youthful hands, Grow to bless the nations Far in heathen lands. Little ones in glory

Swell the angels' song: Make us meet, dear Saviour, For their holy throng. Amen.

494 THERE is a path that leads to All others go astray;[ God, Narrow bu. pleasant is the road, And Christians love the way. It leads straight through this world of And dangers must be pass'd;[ sin. But those who boldly walk therein Will get to heaven at last. How shall an infant pilgrim dare This dangerous path to tread? For on the way is many a snare For youthful travellers spread.