The book of praise for children [ed. by H.K. Lewes].

He made the forest, and sustains

The grass that clothes the fields and plains;
He sends from heaven the summer showers,
And makes the meadows bright with flowers.

He made the living things; with care
He feeds the wanderers of the air;

He the beasts their dens and caves,
gave
And fish their dwelling in the waves.

He called all beings into birth
That crowd the ocean, air, and earth;
And all in heaven and earth proclaim
The glory of His holy name.

III. What can you tell me concerning sin ?
I sin whenever I pursue

What God commands me not to do;
I sin too, if I ever shun

What He hath told me must be done.

Thus have I often sinned, and still
Offend against His holy will!
I know my duty, but my heart
Will often from its rules depart.

Oh! let me then confess my sin,
And all the faults I hide within ;
And let my erring heart deplore
Its follies, and do wrong no more.

If I sincerely now repent,

And trust in Him whom heaven hath sent,
He will remove the threatening rod,

And bear me to the arms of God.

IV. What has Jesus Christ done for you?

For us God's only Son,

From childhood to the

grave,

Was poorer than the humblest one

Of those He came to save.

For us he was distrest,

And many a tear he shed;

And had, in his few hours of rest,
Not where to lay His head.

For us the Saviour died

In weariness and pain;

And God forbid the crimson tide

Should be poured out in vain!

He rested in the tomb,

Where mouldering bodies lie,

Till the third morning broke the gloom,
And He ascended high.

Now in the heaven above

He sits beside the throne,

And there displays his Father's love
For those who wronged His own.

V. What do you learn of the future state of happiness?
Oh, when the hours of life are past,
And death's dark shade arrives at last,
It is not sleep-it is not rest,—
'Tis glory opening to the blest.

Their way to heaven was pure from sin,
And Christ shall there receive them in ;
There each shall wear a robe of light
Like His, divinely fair and bright.
There parted hearts again shall meet
In union holy, calm, and sweet;
There grief find rest, and never more
Shall sorrow call them to deplore.

There angels, will unite their prayers,
With spirits bright and blest as theirs,
And light shall glance on every crown
From suns that never more go down.

No storm shall ride the troubled air,
No voice of passion enter there;
But all be peaceful as the sigh
Of evening gales that breathe and die.

For there the God of mercy sheds
His purest influence on their heads,
And gilds the spirits round the throne
With glory radiant as His own.

W. B. O. Peabody, D.D.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

Above the clear blue sky

A children's temple here we build
A feathered seed that lifted is .
Again the morn of gladness

A little child may know
A little ship was on the sea
Always by day, always by night
Among the gifts thy hands bestow
And it is true that Jesus came
And shall we dwell together
A noble river wide and deep
Another day its course hath run
Around the throne of God in heaven
As with gladness men of old