50 SONGS FOR THE

 

Here, here, here ; yes, my pony dear: |
Now with hay and oats I'll treat you, |

~ And with smiles will ever greet you,

Pony dear, yes, my pony dear.

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WHAT I LIVE FOR.

I’m not made for idle play,

Like the butterfly, all day ;
Shameful would it be to grow
Like a dunce, and nothing know:
I must learn to read, and look
Often in God’s holy book.

Busy I must be, and do
What is right and useful too ;
What my parents, fond and kind,
Bid me, I will gladly mind ;

~ Never cause them grief and pain,
Nor will disobey again.

But to God I still will pray,
“Take my wicked heart away ;”

He from sin can make me free,

For the Saviour died for me.

O how happy, life to spend

With the Saviour for my friend.