I'll tell him we always must try to please God, And never be cruel nor rude, For God is the Father of all living things, When little Samuel woke, And heard his Maker's voice, How much did he rejoice. O blessed, happy child, to find If God would speak to me, Oh how should I attend. The smallest sin I then should fear, And does he never speak? yes; for in his word He bids me come and seek The God that Samuel heard. THE POOR FAMILY. I saw an old cottage of clay Yet there a poor family dwelt, In a cottage so dismal and rude; And though keenest hunger they felt They'd scarcely a morsel of food. The children were crying for bread, And to their poor mother would run"O give us some breakfast," they said; Alas, their poor mother had none. He followed her to school one dayThat was against the rule; It made the children laugh and play, To see a lamb at school. So the teacher turned him out, Then he ran to her, and laid As if he said, I'm not afraid, You'll keep me from all herm. THE LITTLE BEGGARS. Two beggars are at the door, mamma, Oh, hasten and bring them in, mamma, And let them sit by the fire so warm, For they have been out in the cold, cold storm, And their clothes are tattered and thin. |