He only is the Maker

Of all things near and far; He paints the wayside flower,

FOR THE YOUNG.

He lights the evening star; The winds and waves obey Him, By Him the birds are fed; Much more to us, His children, He gives our daily bread. All good gifts around us

Are sent from heaven above, Then thank the LORD, O thank the For all His love. [ LORD,

We thank Thee, then, O FATHER, For all things bright and good, The seed- time and the harvest, Our life, our health, our food: Accept the gifts we offer

For all Thy love imparts, And, what Thou most desirest, Our humble, thankful hearts. All good gifts around us

Are sent from heaven above, Then thank the LORD, O thank the For all His love. Amen.[ LORD,

For the young.

" The Child JESUS."

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ONCE in royal David's City Stood a lowly cattle shed, Where a Mother laid her Baby In a manger for His bed: Mary was that Mother mild, JESUS CHRIST her little Child. He came down to earth from heaven Who is GOD and LORD of all, And His shelter was a stable,

And His cradle was a stall; With the poor, and mean, and lowly, Lived on earth our SAVIOUR Holy. And, through all His wondrous childhood, He would honour and obey, Love, and watch the lowly Maiden In whose gentle arms He lay; Christian children all must be Mild, obedient, good as He.

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" While we were yet sinners, CHRIST 362 died for us."

For He is our childhood's Pattern, Day by day like us He grew, He was little, weak, and helpless, Tears and smiles like us He knew; And He feeleth for our sadness, And He shareth in our gladness. And our eyes at last shall see Him, Through His own redeeming love, For that Child so dear and gentle

Is our LORD in heaven above; And He leads His children on To the place where He is gone. Not in that poor lowly stable, With the oxen standing by, We shall see Him; but in heaven, Get at GOD'S right hand on high; When like stars His children crowned All in white shall wait around. Amen.

THERE is a green hill far away,

Without a city wall,

Where the dear LORD was crucified Who died to save us all.

We may not know, we cannot tell What pains He had to bear, But we believe it was for us

He hung and suffered there.

He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven, Saved by His precious Blood.

There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin, He only could unlock the gate Of heaven, and let us in.

O, dearly, dearly has He loved, And we must love Him too, And trust in His redeeming Blood, And try His works to do.

Amen.

" If thou hast little, do thy diligence 363 gladly to give of that little." WE are but little children weak, Nor born in any high estate; What can we do for JESU'S sake Who is so high and good and great?

We know the Holy Innocents Laid down for Him their infant life, And martyrs brave and patient saints Have stood for Him in fire and strife.

We wear the cross they wore of old, Our lips have learned like vows to make We need not die; we cannot fight; What may we do for JESU'S sake?

O, day by day each Christian child Has much to do, without, within; A death to die for JESU'S sake, A weary war to wage with sin.

When deep within our swelling hearts The thoughts of pride and anger rise, When bitter words are on our tongues And tears of passion in our eyes;

Then we may stay the angry blow, Then we may check the hasty word, Give gentle answers back again, And fight a battle for our LORD.

With smiles of peace, and looks of love, Light in our dwellings we may make, Bid kind good humour brighten there, And do all still for JESU'S sake.

There's not a child so small and weak But has his little cross to take, His little work of love and praise That he may do for JESU'S sake. Amen D