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Soft and easy is thy cradle ;
Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay,
And His softest bed was hay.
Spotless fair, divinely bright!
How could angels bear the sight ?
Cursed sinners could afford
Did they thus affront the Lord ?
Though my song might sound too hard; 'Tis thy mother sits beside thee,
And her arms shall be thy guard.
Yet to read the shameful story,
How the Jews abused their King-
Makes me angry while I sing.
See the kinder shepherds round Him,
Telling wonders from the sky;
With his virgin mother by. [Him,
See the lovely Babe a-dressing;
Lovely infant, how he smiled : When he wept, the mother's blessing
Soothed and hush'd the holy Child.
Lo, He slumbers in the manger,
Where the horned oxen fed !
There's no oxen near thy bed.
'Twas to save thee, child, from dying,
Save my dear from burning flame, Bitter groans and endless crying,
That thy blest Redeemer came.
May'st thou live to know and fear Him,
Trust and love Him all thy days ;. Then
dwell for ever near Him, See His face and sing His praise.
I could give thee thousand kisses,
Hoping what I most desire; Not a mother's fondest wishes Can to greater joys aspire.
WHAT I LIVE FOR.
I'm not made for idle play,
Busy I must be, and do
But to God I still will pray,
wicked heart away;"
SUM OF THE COMMANDMENTS.
WITI all thy soul love God above, And as thyself thy neighbour love.
The morning bright
With rosy light Has waked me from my sleep;
Father, I own
Thy love alone
All through the day,
I humbly pray, Be Thou my guard and guide ;
My sins forgive,
And let me live,
Oh, make Thy rest
Within my breast, Great Spirit of all grace ;
Make me like Thee,
Then I shall be Prepared to see Thy face.
THE GOOD CHILD.
I LOVE to do as I am bid ;
I love to please mamma: I love to get my. lesson too,
And spell to my papa.
When children want my pretty toys,
Or little picture-book,
And see how pleased they look.
And mind the rule He's given;
To live with Him in heaven.
shall hear about the cow;
nice for us to drink. The curdled milk they press and squeeze, And so they make it into cheese; The cream they skim, and shake in churns, And then it soon to butter turns. And when she 's dead, her flesh is good, For beef is our true English food; But though in health it makes us strong, To eat too much is very wrong.