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JESUS, Lord, we look to thee,
May we hate a lying tongue,
Teach us for our friends to pray,
May we find the sweets of prayer Sweeter than our pastimes are; Love the Sabbath, and the place Where we learn to seek thy face.
Cleanse our hearts, our sins forgive,
GOD MADE ALL THINGS.
GOD made the sun, that world of light,
He made the earth on which we tread,
He made the birds that sing so sweet,
'Tis through his kind and gracious care
His pity sent his only Son,
To die for sins which we have done; His grace, we trust, will make us meet To dwell for ever near his seat.
THE DEAF CHILD.
WITHIN the quiet village street,
Where seldom ruder sound is heard Than the quick tread of children's feet, Or whistle clear, or greeting word;
Where hangs, beneath yon cottage-eaves,
Through every month the dumb boy dwells.
His rustic cheek is rosy red,
His eye is large, and bright, and mild, The passers-by stroke down his head, And smiling say, "How fair a child!"
Poor silent solitary boy!
He dwells alone with his own heart, And all earth's many tones of joy
No sounds to his dull ear impart.
And but for shapes and forms that roll
This outward world were not for him.
My coming from afar he spies,
He runs and lays his hand on me, Then looks up with his violet eyes Into my face, and laughs for glee.
And when, for every kindliness,
My words of soothing love are said, His rosy finger he will press
On lip, and ear, and shake his head.
Then have I thought, if He, the GOD,
Who heal'd of old the deaf and dumb, When poor, and shelterless, He trod
Judea's shores, might hither come;
How, by His gentle touch unbound,
Would lip and ear and heart rejoice, Sense visit the dull ear, and sound
Flow sweetly from the tutor❜d voice.
Not yet, not yet, though still beside,
His form is veil'd from mortal men; The Bridegroom is not with the Bride; We wait until He come again.
But still for us those lips have speech
And well their gentle lesson teach
A CHILD'S MORNING PRAYER.
I THANK Thee, Lord, for quiet rest,
Oh! let me through this day be blest,
Oh, let me love Thee! kind Thou art
Give me a gentle, holy heart,
Be Thou my Friend on high.
Help me to please my parents dear,
A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER.
JESUS, tender Shepherd, hear me !
Bless Thy little lamb to-night; Through the darkness be Thou near me; Watch my sleep till morning light.
All this day Thy hand has led me,
Listen to my evening prayer.