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L.M.

He, who is the Lord most high,
Then was poorer far than I,
That I might hereafter be
Rich to all eternity.

Rev. John Buckworth, M.A., 1814 (died 1835).

C.M.

BELMONT, 100. ESHER, 105.

LOVE to think, though I am young,
My Saviour was a child;

That Jesus walked this earth along,
With feet all undefiled.

He kept His Father's word of truth,
As I am taught to do;
And while He walked the paths of youth,
He walked in wisdom too.

I love to think that He who spake
And made the blind to see,
And called the sleeping dead to wake,
Was once a child like me.

I know 'twas all for love of me,
That He became a child;

And left the heavens so fair to see,
And trod earth's pathway wild.
Then, Saviour, who wast once a child,
A child may come to Thee;
And oh in all Thy mercy mild,
Dear Saviour, come to me.

Rev. Edwin Paxton Hood, 1862.

ANGELS' HYMN, 156. ROCKINGHAM, 166.

45 JESUS, who lived above the sky,

Came down to be a man and die:
And in the Bible we may see
How very good He used to be.

He went about-He was so kind-
To cure poor people who were blind ;
And many who were sick and lame,
He pitied them, and did the same.

And more than that, He told them, too,
The things that God would have them do;
And was so gentle and so mild,

He would have listened to a child.

But such a cruel death He died-
He was hung up and crucified!

And those kind hands that did such good,
They nailed them to a cross of wood!

And so He died-and this is why
He came to be a man and die;

The Bible says, He came from heaven,
That we might have our sins forgiven.

He knew how wicked men had been,
And knew that God must punish sin;
So, out of pity, Jesus said,
He'd bear the punishment instead.

Miss Jane Taylor (died 1824).

87.87. AUSTRIAN HYмn, 135.

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46 NOW!

while every heart rejoices,
Let the sweetest music blend;
Let us raise our cheerful voices,
Praising Christ, the children's friend.

When on earth, in town or city,
Wheresoe'er His footsteps bend,

Full of gentleness and pity,

He is found the children's friend.

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C.M.

Blessed Jesus, be our Saviour,
From all harm our souls defend;
Oh! may we, in our behaviour,
Show that we are each Thy friend,
Chorus. Hallelujah!

Jesus is the children's friend.

Rev. Robert Robinson, 1869.

CLARABELLA, 102. HENLEY'S CHANT, 203,

47 WHEN Jesus left His Father's throne, chose a humble birth;

Like us, unhonoured and unknown,
He came to dwell on earth.

Like Him, may we be found below,
In wisdom's paths of peace;
Like Him, in grace and knowledge grow,
As years and strength increase.

Jesus passed by the rich and great
For men of low degree;

He sanctified our parents' state,

For poor like them was He.

Sweet were His words, and kind His look,
When mothers round Him pressed ;

Their infants in His arms He took,

And on His bosom blessed.

Safe from the world's alluring harms,
Beneath His watchful eye,

Thus in the circle of His arms,
May we for ever lie!

When Jesus into Salem rode,

The children sang around;

For joy they plucked the palms, and strewed
Their garments on the ground.

Hosanna our glad voices raise,
Hosanna to our King!

Should we forget our Saviour's praise,
The stones themselves would sing !
James Montgomery, 1825 (died 1854).

. 84.84.8884.

AGNUS DEI, 92. CAMBRIA, 93,

48 JESUS little children blesses,

Oh! how He loves!

Fondly He each love caresses,
Oh! how He loves!

Would you wish to go to heaven?
Ask, and have your sins forgiven;
None from Him were ever driven,
Oh! how He loves!

He will listen to your prayer,
Oh! how He loves!

Although feeble, if sincere,

Oh! how He loves!

He became a child, to sever

You from sin and Satan ever;

Those who come He'll cast out never,
Oh! how He loves!

Trust Him-He will ne'er forget you,
Oh! how He loves!

His Almighty arm protects you,
Oh! how He loves!

Truly He will ne'er forsake you,
But to endless glory take you,

Ever, ever happy make

you,

Oh! how He loves!

Rev. John Buckworth, M.A., 1814 (died 1835).

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S.M.

GALWAY, 32. ST. MICHAEL, 39.
WAS a wandering sheep,

IV

I did not love the fold;

I did not love my Shepherd's voice,
I would not be controlled.

I was a wayward child,
I did not love my home,
I did not love my Father's voice,
I loved afar to roam.

Jesus my Shepherd is,
'Twas He that loved my soul,

'Twas He that washed me in His blood,
'Twas He that made me whole.

'Twas He that sought the lost,
That found the wandering sheep,
'Twas He that brought me to the fold.
'Tis He that still doth keep.

I was a wandering sheep,
I would not be controlled;
But now I love my Shepherd's voice,
I love, I love the fold.

I was a wayward child,
I once preferred to roam;
But now I love my Father's voice,-
I love, I love His home.

Rev. Horatius Bonar, D.D., 1843.

87.87.47. BETHANY, 138. ST. WERBURGH, 142.

50 SAVIOUR, round Thy footstool bending, See our youthful band appear;

Let Thy Spirit, now descending,
Our petitions deign to hear.
Thou art willing,

For Thy grace is always near.