But blessed, pure, and holy,
I'd dwell in Jesu's sight,
And with ten thousand thousand,
I'd praise Him with delight.
3 I know I'm weak and sinful,
But Jesus will forgive;
For many little children
Have gone to heaven to live.
Dear Saviour, when I languish,
And lay me down to die,
O send a shining angel,
To bear me to the sky.
HEAR thee speak of a better land, Thou callest its children a happy band; Mother! O, where is that radiant shore ? Shall we not seek it, and weep no more? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs?"
"Not there, not there, my child!"
2 "Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise,
And the date grows ripe under sunny skies?
Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas,
Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze,
And strange, bright birds on their starry wings
Bear the rich hues of all glorious things?
"Not there, not there, my child!"
3 "Is it far away, in some region old,
Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold?
Where the burning rays of the ruby shine,
And the diamond lights up the secret mine,
And the pearl gleams forth from the coral
Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ?" -"Not there, not there, my child!
4 Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Ear hath not heard its sweet songs of joy;
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair-
Sorrow and death may not enter there;
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom,
For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb,
-It is there, it is there, my child!"
a Friend for little children Above the bright blue sky,
A Friend who never changeth,
Whose love can never die :
Unlike our friends by nature,
Who change with changing years,
This Friend is always worthy
The precious name He bears.
2 There's a home for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
Where Jesus reigns in glory;
A home of peace and joy :
No home on earth is like it,
Or can with it compare;
For every one is happy-
Nor could be happier-there.
3 There's a robe for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
And a harp of sweetest music,
And a palm of victory:
And all above is treasured
And found in Christ alone;
O! come, ye favoured children,
That all may be your own.
1 WE sing of the realms of the blest,
That country so bright and so fair;
And oft are its glories confess'd;
But what must it be to be there?
2 We sing of its pathways of gold,
The walls deck'd with jewels so rare;
Its wonders and pleasures untold;
But what must it be to be there?
3 We sing of its freedom from sin,
From sorrow, temptation, and care;
From troubles without and within;
But what must it be to be there?
4 We sing of its service of love,
The robes which the glorified wear;
The church of the first-born above;
But what must it be to be there?
5 Do, Thou, Lord, 'midst pleasure or woe,
Still for heaven our spirits prepare;
And shortly we also shall know,
And feel what it is to be there.
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.
2 Thou heavenly Friend! Thou heavenly O, teach us how to pray!
Now let Thy pard'ning 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.
I present at our table, Lord,
Be here and everywhere adored,
Thy creatures bless, and grant that we
May feast in Paradise with Thee.
E known to us in breaking bread,
And do not then depart;
Saviour, abide with us, and spread
Thy table in our heart.
WE bless Te for Josu's flesh and blood;
E bless Thee, Lord, for this our food,
The Manna to our spirits given,
The living Bread sent down from heaven. 2 Praise shall our grateful lips employ, While life and plenty we enjoy; Till, worthy, we adore Thy name, While banqueting with Christ, the Lamb.
To ou raise;
God who gives our daily bread
And pray that He who sends us food
Will fill our hearts with praise.
[The thanks of the Editor are due to several authors and
proprietors of hymns for the liberal manner in which they have
granted the use of them; and to others who have supplied
original contributions, or correct texts, for this work, Also to
the Religious Tract Society, the Home and Colonial School
Society, the Sunday-School Union; to Messrs. Burns, Oates,
and Co., Hodder and Stoughton, Masters and Son, Nisbet and
Co., Oliphant and Co., J. Parker and Co., and Rivington and
Co., for the use of their respective copyrights; to Messrs. Long-
man for hymn No. 269 from the Lyra Germanica; to the Rev. E.
Caswall, for Nos. 24 and 214 (through Mr. G. J. Stevenson); and
to Miss Gilbert for the "Taylor" hymns. A similar acknowledg-
ment is also hereby made to the Rev. J. Curwen, for No. 268
from the Child's Own Hymn-Book; to the Rev. T. Alfred Stowell
for his own and his father's hymns; to the Revds. H. Bonar,
W. M. Whittemore, J. Reynell Wreford, and John Lyth,
Doctors of Divinity; Canon Havergal, T. Smith, and J. Brigg:
also to Mrs. Luke, Mrs. Elizabeth Parson, and Mrs. P. B. Hall;
with Messrs. W. E. Hickson, J. G. Fleet, Albert Midlane, and
W. Sugden, B.A., for the several hymns which bear their
names. If any piece which is not the common property of the
public has been inserted in this Collection without permission
from its author or proprietor, it is hoped that the oversight will
be excused; and that the same liberality will be exercised as if
a request in reference to it had been previously made.]
AUTHOR. HYMN
C. Wesley 112
A home in heaven, what a joyful thought.. Dr. W. Hunter 138
Dinah A. Thrupp 233
H. F. Lyte
Ed. Perronet
A little ship was on the sea
Abide with me!- fast falls the eventide
All hail, the power of Jesus' name............
All people that on earth do dwell
All praise to Thee, my God, this night ........
Almighty God! in humble prayer..
W. Kethe
Bishop Ken
Montgomery 1
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