I WANT TO BE LIKE JESUS.

I want to be like Jesus,
So lowly and so meek,

For no one marked an angry word,
That ever heard him speak.
I want to be like Jesus,

So frequently in prayer,
Alone upon the mountain-top
He met his Father there.

I want to be like Jesus:
I never, never find

That he, though persecuted, was
To any one unkind.

I want to be like Jesus,

Engaged in doing good,

So that of me it may be said,

"She hath done what she could."

I want to be like Jesus,

Who sweetly said to all,

"Let little children come to me."

I would obey the call.

But oh! I'm not like Jesus,

As any one may see.

Oh! gentle Saviour, send thy grace,

And make me like to thee.-WHITTEMORE.

3. JESUS IS OUR SHEPHERD.

P.M.

JAMES SAMPSON.

Jesus is our Shepherd, wiping every tear,
Folded in his bosom, what have we to fear?
Only let us follow whither he doth lead,

To the thirsty desert, or the dewy mead.
Jesus is our Shepherd; well we know his voice,
How its gentlest whisper makes our heart rejoice;
Even when it chideth, tender is its tone:

None but he shall guide us; we are his alone.

Jesus is our Shepherd; for the sheep he bled;

Every lamb is sprinkled with the blood he shed!

Then on each he setteth his own secret sign,

"They that have my Spirit, these," saith He, "are mine."

Jesus is our Shepherd; guarded by his arm,

Though the wolves may ravin, none can do us harm; When we tread death's valley, dark with fearful gloom, We will fear no evil, victors o'er the tomb.

H. STOWELL.

O HAPPY LAND.

O happy land! O happy land!
Where saints and angels dwell;
We long to join that glorious band,
And all their anthems swell.
But every voice in yonder throng,
On earth has breathed a prayer;
No lips untaught may join that song,
Or learn the music there.

The saints in light! the saints in light!

What joy to them is given :

Their robes are pure, their crowns are bright,

Their peaceful home is heaven.

Their robes were cleansed from every stain

By bleeding, dying love:

On earth they served, so now they reign

As kings and priests above.

Thou heavenly Friend! thou heavenly Friend!

O teach us how to pray;

Now let Thy pardoning grace descend,

And take our sins away.

Be all our fresh, our youthful days,

To thy blest service given;

Then we shall meet to sing Thy praise,
A ransomed band in heaven.

Mrs. PARSON.