LITTLE ONES AT HOME.

THE CHILD IN THE MORNING.

Now I wake and ope my eyes,

For the sun is in the skies ;

He has left his kingly bed,

Clouds of gold and rosy red,

And the earth is full of light
Beaming from his eyes so bright.
Little eyes must open too,

Little folks have work to do:

I must dress me quick and neat,
Nice and clean from head to feet ;
Good cold water must not spare,
Brush my teeth and comb my hair ;
Then kneel down and slowly say—
Thinking not of work or play,

But with fixed and earnest thought—
That dear prayer our Saviour taught ;
Then think softly how to-day

I the Saviour can obey ;

How God’s name can hallowed be,
And his will be done by me.

I must be a Christian child,
Gentle, patient, meek, and mild ;
Must be honest, simple, true,

In my words and actions too.

 

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