HYMNS FOR CHILDREN.

CATECHISM:

Jesus loves me; He will stay Close beside me all the way, And, when suffering days are past, Take me to His home at last. Amen. 504 LORD, I would own Thy tender

care,

And all Thy love to me: The food I eat, the clothes I wear, Are all bestow'd by Thee.

' Tis Thou preservest me from death And dangers every hour:

I cannot draw another breath

Unless Thou give me power. My health, and friends, and parents To me by God are given; I have not any blessing here

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But what is sent from heaven. Kind angels guard me every night, As round my bed they stay; Nor am I absent from Thy sight In darkness or by day. Such goodness, Lord, and constant I never can repay: But may it be my daily prayer, To love Thee and obey.

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Amen.

THE BAPTISMAL VOW.

505 IGIVE myself to Thee,

My Saviour and my God, To be Thine own for evermore, The purchase of Thy blood.

I give myself to Thee, My Father and my Friend, To walk in all Thy perfect way, Until my life shall end.

Oh help me to renounce The hateful works of sin, The empty vanities of life, The flesh that strives within. Oh help me to believe Thy living word of truth, And take it as the perfect guide Of my imperfect youth. Oh help me to obey

The law which Thou hast given, And daily by Thy grace to tread The path that leads to heaven. And ever more and more, Lord, let Thy servant prove The riches of redeeming grace, The wonders of Thy love. Thus rooted in Thy love, And steadfast in Thy faith, Joyful through hope may I remain Still faithful unto death.

So having passed the waves Of this world's troubled sea, May I within Thy kingdom reign, My Saviour God, with Thee.

Amen.

506 AROUND the throne of God

a band

Of glorious angels ever stand; 121

Bright things they see, sweet harps they hold, [ gold.

And on their heads are crowns of Some wait around Him, ready still To sing His praise and do His will; And some, when He commands them, To guard His servants here below.[ go Lord, give Thy angels every day Command to guide us on our way, And bid them every evening keep Their watch around us while we sleep.

So shall no wicked thing draw near, To do us harm or cause us fear;

And we shall dwell, when life is past, With angels round Thy throne at last. Amen.

507 THERE'S a Friend for little

children

Above the bright blue sky; A Friend who never changeth, Whose love can never die. Unlike our friends by nature,

Who change with changing years, This Friend is always worthy

The precious name He bears. There's a rest for little children Above the bright blue sky: For those who love the Saviour, And Abba Father cry. A rest from every trouble, From sin and danger free, Where every little pilgrim Shall rest eternally.

There's a home for little children Above the bright blue sky, Where Jesus reigns in glory, A home of peace and joy; No home on earth is like it Nor can with it compare, For every one is happy,

Nor can be happier there. There's a crown for little children Above the bright blue sky And all who look to Jesus

Shall wear it by- and- by. A crown of brightest glory, Which He will then bestow On those who found His favour, And loved Him here below. Theres 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 bright blue sky A harp of sweetest music, A palm of victory.

All, all above is treasured, And found in Christ alons: