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SONGS FOR THE

If God would speak. to me, |
And say he was my friend,
How happy I should be,
Oh how should I attend.
The smallest sin I then should fear,
If God Almighty were so near.

And does he never speak ?

O yes; for in his word
He bids me come and seek

The God that Samuel heard.
In almost every page I see,
The God of Samuel calls to me.

 

THE POOR FAMILY.
I saw an old cottage of clay,
And only of mud was the floor,
’T was all falling into decay,
And snow drifted in at the door.

Yet there a poor family dwelt,
In a cottage so dismal and rude;
And though keenest hunger they felt
They ’d scarcely a morsel of food.

The children were crying for bread,
And to their poor mother would run—

“© give us some breakfast,” they said ;

Alas, their poor mother had none.