CATECHISM: HYMNS FOR CHILDREN.

Because the Saviour shed His blood

To wash away their sin, Bathed in that precious purple flood, Behold them white and clean,

Singing, Glory, glory, glory. On earth they sought the Saviour's grace,

On earth they loved His name; So now they see His blessèd face, And stand before the Lamb: Singing, Glory, glory, glory. And is that fountain flowing yet? Bless'd Saviour, lead us there; That we those happy ones may meet, And in their praises share,

Singing, Glory, glory, glory.

Amen.

512 THERE is a happy land, Far, far away, Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day; Oh how they sweetly sing, Worthy is our Saviour King, Loud let His praises ring, Praise, praise for aye. Come to this happy land, Come, come away: Why will ye doubting stand? Why still delay?

Oh we shall happy be, When from sin and sorrow free; Lord, we shall live with Thee, Blest, blest for aye. Bright in that happy land Beams every eye: Kept by a Father's hand, Love cannot die.

On then to glory run, Be a crown and kingdom won; And bright above the sun Reign, reign for aye. Amen. 513 WE speak of the realms of the blest, [ fair; Of that country so bright and so And oft are its glories confess'd; But what must it be to be there? We speak of its pathways of gold, Of its walls deck'd with jewels most

rare,

Its wonders and pleasures untold; But what must it be to be there? We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation, and care, From trials without and within;

But what must it be to be there? We speak of its anthems of praise, With which we can never compare The sweetest on earth we can raise; But what must it be to be there? We speak of its service of love,[ wear, Of the robes which the glorified The church of the First- born above;

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Do Thou, Lord, midst pleasure or wos, Still for heaven our spirits prepare; And shortly we also shall know, And feel what it is to be there.

Amen

LITANY FOR CHILDREN, PART I.

514 JEST, from Thy throne on high,

Far above the bright blue sky, Look on us with loving eye:

Hear us, Holy Jesu. When they know that Thou art near: Little children need not fear, Thou dost love us, Saviour dear; Hear us, Holy Jesu. Little lambs may come to Thee; Thou wilt fold us tenderly, And our careful Shepherd be

Hear us, Holy Jesu,

Little hearts may love Thee well, Little lips Thy love may tell, Little hymns Thy praises swell: Hear us, Holy Jesu.

Little lives may be divine, Little deeds of love may shine, Little ones be wholly Thine:

Hear us, Holy Jesu.

Jesu, once an infant small, Cradled in the oxen's stall, Though the God and Lord of all: Hear us, Holy Jesu.

Once a child so good and fair, Feeling want, and toil, and care, All that we may have to bear; Hear us, Holy Jesu.

Jesu, Thou dost love us still, And it is Thy holy will That we should be safe from ill: Hear us, Holy Jesu. PART II.

BE Thou with us every day, In our work and in our play, When we learn and when we pray: Hear us, Holy Jesu When we lie asleep at night, Ever may Thy angels bright Keep us safe till morning's light Hear us, Holy Jesu

Make us brave without a fear, Make us happy, full of cheer, Sure that Thou art always near: Hear us, Holy Jesu. May we prize our Christian name, May we guard it free from blame, Fearing all that causes shame:

Hear us, Holy Jesu

May we grow from day to day, Glad to learn each holy way, Ever ready to obey

Hear us, Hely Jesu.