CATECHISM: HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. We'll bring the little duties,

We have to do each day, We'll try our best to please Him At home, at school, at play. And better are these treasures To offer to our King, Than richest gifts without them,

Yet these a child may bring. Amen. 497 FAIR waved the golden corn, In Canaan's pleasant land, When full of joy, some shining morn Went forth the reaper- band.

While the broad road, where thou-| Lies near and opens fair;[ sands go, And many turn aside, I know,

To walk with sinners there. But lest my feeble steps should slide, Or wander from Thy way, Lord, condescend to be my guide, And I shall never stray.

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Then I may go without alarm, And trust His word of old, The lambs, He'll gather with His And lead them to the fold."

Thus I may safely venture through Beneath my Shepherd's care; And keep the gate of heaven in view, Till I shall enter there. Amen.

495 Do no sinful action,

Speak no angry word; Ye belong to Jesus,

Children of the Lord. Christ is kind and gentle, Christ is pure and true; And His little children Must be holy too. There's a wicked spirit Watching round you still, And he tries to tempt you To all harm and ill. But ye must not hear him, Though' tis hard for you To resist the evil,

And the good to do. For ye promised truly, In your infant days, To renounce him wholly, And forsake his ways. Ye are Christian soldiers, Ye must learn to fight With the bad within you, And to do the right. Christ is your own Master, He is good and true, And His little children

Must be holy too. Amen.

496 THE wise may bring their learning,

The rich may bring their gold; And some may bring their greatness, And glories new and old; We too would bring our treasures To offer to the King. We have no wealth or wisdom,

What shall we children bring? We'll bring Him hearts that love Him, We'll bring Him thankful praise, And young souls meekly striving To walk in holy ways. And these shall be the treasures We offer to the King, And these are gifts that even The poorest child may bring. 119

To God, so good and great, Their cheerful thanks they pour, Then carry to His temple- gate The choicest of their store. For thus the holy word,

Spoken by Moses, ran­" The first ripe ears are for the Lord, The rest He gives to Man."

Like Israel, Lord, we give

Our earliest fruits to Thee,

And pray that, long as we shall live. We may Thy children be.

Thine is our youthful prime, And life and all its powers; Be with us in our morning time, And bless our evening hours.

In wisdom let us grow,

As years and strength are given, That we may serve Thy church below, And join Thy saints in heaven.

Amen.

498 GoD of mercy, throned on high,

Listen from Thy lofty seat; Hear, oh hear our feeble cry; Guide, oh guide our wandering feet. Young and erring travellers, we All our dangers do not know; Scarcely fear the stormy sea, Hardly feel the tempest blow. Jesu, lover of the young,

Cleanse us with Thy blood divine: Ere the tide of sin grow strong,

Save us, keep us, make us Thine. When perplex'd in danger's snare, Thou alone our guide canst be; When oppress'd with woe and care, Let us ever hear Thy voice, Whom have we to trust but Thee

Ask Thy counsel every day: Saints and angels will rejoice, If we walk in wisdom's way. Saviour, give us faith, and pour Hope and love on every soul; Hope, till time shall be no more; Love, while endless ages roll. Amen. 499 WE are but little children weak,

Not born in any high estate; What can we do for Jesu's sake Who is so high and good and great