— 32 SONGS FOR THE

 

“T think he’s growing very wise ;
Now; don’t you think so?” Julia cries:
Then to the cradle off she ran,
To kiss the little baby-man.

HOW I LOVE.

  

How I love my tender mother,
How I love my father dear ;
How I love my little brother,
And my gentle sister here:
They are all both kind and true,
And they dearly love me too.

Be my neighbor proud or lowly,
He shall my affection share ;
Be he sinful, be he holy,
He may claim my earnest prayer :
Let me not unfeeling prove,
Nor myself too dearly love.

But of all affection given,

_ God on high demands the most ;

God the Father in the heaven,
God the Son, and Holy Ghost :

Three in one, and One in three,

Be thou all in all to me.
Hastings’ ‘* Nursery Songs.”