« EelmineJätka »
Then came home again to his dear mother's cot,
And, Oh, how she lov'd him ! how great was her joy,
O then, was not little Jem happier far,
LOVE AND DUTY TO PARENTS,
My Father, my Mother, I know,
I cannot your kindness repay,
I shall learn your commands to obey.
You lov'd me before I could tell
Who it was that so tenderly smiled ;
I should be a dutiful child.
Iạm sorry that ever I should
Be naughty and give you a paip,
And so never grieve you again.
But lest, after all, I should dare
To act an undutiful part;
For an humble and teachable heart.
A CHILD'S LAMENTATION FOR THE DEATH
OF A DEAR MOTHER.
A Poor afflicted child I kneel
Before my heav'nly Father's seat,
And spread my sorrows at his feet.
Yet I mast weep: I cannot stay
These tears, that trickle while I bend,
So dear, so very dear a friend.
And now I recollect with pain
The many times I griev'd her sore;
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,
GRATITUDE TO TEACHERS.
On smile on those whose time and care
Through life may we perform thy will,
THOU SHALT NOT STEAL."
Thou shalt not steal thy neighbour's right,
When children in their early days
CREATION AND PROVIDENCE.
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 ;
And all the stars obey.
I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That fill'd the earth with food;
And then pronounc'd them good.
Lord, how thy wonders are display'd
Where'er I turn my eye,-
Or gaze upon the sky.
But makes thy glories known;
By order from thy throne.
Creatures (as numerous as they be)
Are subject to thy care ;
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 ;
Who is for ever nigh?
GOD OUR FATHER AND OUR FRIEND,
COME let usjoin our God to praise,
Whose mercy knows no end;
Our Father, and our Friend.
In tender infancy his care,
Preserved our lives from harm;
Of sin's deceitful charm.
He gently draws our mind to heaven,
By kind instructions given -
We seek the way to heaven.