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Then came home again to his dear mother's cot,
And joyfully gave her the wages he'd got.

And, Oh, how she lov'd him ! how great was her joy,
To think her dear Jem was a dutiful boy!
Her arms round his neck she would tenderly cast,
And kiss his red cheek, while the tears trickled fast,

O then, was not little Jem happier far,
Than naughty, and idle, and wicked boys are ?
For, long as he liv'd, 'twas his comfort and joy,
To think he'd not been an undutiful boy.


My Father, my Mother, I know,

I cannot your kindness repay,
But I hope, that as older I grow,

I shall learn your commands to obey.

You lov'd me before I could tell

Who it was that so tenderly smiled ;
But now that I know it so well,

I should be a dutiful child.

Iạm sorry that ever I should

Be naughty and give you a paip,
I hope I shall learn to be good,

And so never grieve you again.

But lest, after all, I should dare

To act an undutiful part;
May I often wish in my pray'r

For an humble and teachable heart.



A Poor afflicted child I kneel

Before my heav'nly Father's seat,
To tell him all the grief I feel,

And spread my sorrows at his feet.


Yet I mast weep: I cannot stay

These tears, that trickle while I bend,
Since thou art pleas'd to take away

So dear, so very dear a friend.

And now I recollect with pain

The many times I griev'd her sore;
Oh, if she would but come again,

I think I'd vex her so no more.

How I would watch her gentle eye!

"Twould be my play to do her will! And she should never have to sigh

Again, for my bebaving ill !

But since she's gone so far away

And cannot profit by my pains, Let me this Child-like duty pay

To that dear parent who remains.

Let me console his broken heart,

And be his Comfort, by my care ; That when at last we come to part,

1 may not have such grief to bear,


On smile on those whose time and care
Are spent on our instruction here,
And let our conduct ever prove
We're grateful for their generous lore.

Through life may we perform thy will,
Our humble stations wisely fill;
Then join the friends we bere have known,
In nobler songs around thy throne.


Thou shalt not steal thy neighbour's right,
Nor covet what is not thine own;
The pilfering thief, that shuns the light,
Brings on bis head the vengeance down.

When children in their early days
Begin to cheat, defraud, and steal,
By swift degrees they find the ways
Which lead to infamy and heh.


I SING th' almighty power of God,

That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad,

And built the lofty skies.

I sing the wisdom that ordain'd

The sun to rule the day ;
The moon shines full at his command,

And all the stars obey.

I sing the goodness of the Lord,

That fill'd the earth with food;
He form'd the creatures with his word,

And then pronounc'd them good.

Lord, how thy wonders are display'd

Where'er I turn my eye,-
If I survey the ground I tread,

Or gaze upon the sky.
There's not a plant or flow'r below

But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,

By order from thy throne.

Creatures (as numerous as they be)

Are subject to thy care ;
There's not a place where we oan flee,

But God is present there.

In heav'n he shines with beams of love,

With wrath in hell beneath: Tis on his earth I stand or move,

And 'tis bis air I breathe.

His hand is my perpetual guard,

He keeps me with his eye ;
Why should I then forget the Lord,

Who is for ever nigh?


COME let usjoin our God to praise,

Whose mercy knows no end;
To him our cheerful voices raise,

Our Father, and our Friend.

In tender infancy his care,

Preserved our lives from harm;
And now he keeps us from the snare

Of sin's deceitful charm.

He gently draws our mind to heaven,

By kind instructions given -
And, by his reverential fear,

We seek the way to heaven.

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