EVENING HYMN.

Now the sun has pass'd away With the golden light of day, Now the shades of silent night Hide the flowers from our sight, Now the little stars on high Twinkle in the mighty sky,Father, merciful and mild, Listen to Thy little child.

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THE CHILD'S DESIRE.

Loving Father, put away

All things wrong I've done to-day;
Make me gentle, true, and good,
Make me love Thee as I should;
Make me feel by day and night
I am ever in Thy sight;-

Jesus was a little child,

Make me, like Him, meek and mild.

Heavenly Father, hear my prayer,
Take Thy child into Thy care;
Let Thy angels, good and bright,
Watch around me through the night,
Keep me now, and, when I die,
Take me to the glorious sky.-
Father, merciful and mild,

Listen to Thy little child.

W. W. H.

THE CHILD'S DESIRE.

I THINK, when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men,

How He call'd little children as lambs to His

fold,

I should like to have been with them then.

I wish that His hands had been placed on my head,

That His arms had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen His kind look when He said,

"Let the little ones come unto me."

But still to His footstool in prayer I may go,
And ask for a share in His love;

And if I thus earnestly seek Him below,
I shall see Him and hear Him above,

prepare

In that beautiful place He has gone to
For all that are wash'd and forgiven;
And many dear children are gathering there,
"For of such is the kingdom of heaven."

MRS. LUKE.

FLOWERS.

How stilly, yet how sweetly,
The little while they bloom,
They teach us quiet trustfulness,
Allure our hearts from selfishness,
And smile away our gloom:

So do they prove that heavenly love
Doth every path illume!

How stilly, yet how sadly,

When summer fleeteth by,

And their sweet work of life is done,
They fall and wither, one by one,
And undistinguish'd lie:

So warning all that Pride must fall,
And fairest forms must die!

How stilly, yet how surely,
They all will come again,
In life and glory multiplied,

To bless the ground wherein they died,
And long have darkly lain:-
So we may know, e'en here below,
Death has no lasting reign!

L. T.

HE ORDERETH ALL THINGS WELL.*

ALL things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their shining wings.

*Copyright, inserted by permission.

HE ORDERETH ALL THINGS WELL.

The rich man in his castle,

The

poor man at his gate, God made them high and lowly,

And ordered their estate.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning
That brighten up the sky.

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruit in the garden,
He made them every one.

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,

The rushes by the water,
We gather every day.

He gave us eyes to see them.
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty
Who doeth all things well.

FROM "HYMNS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN."

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