SONGS FOR THE

The gentle child who loves to please,
That hates to quarrel, fret, and tease,
And will not say an angry word,
That child is pleasing to the Lord.

Saviour, forgive, whenever we
Forget thy will and disagree ;
And grant that each of us may find
The blessedness of being kind.

 

LOVE AND DUTY TO PARENTS.
My father, my mother, I know
I cannot your kindness repay ;
But I hope that, as older | grow,
I shall learn your commands to obey.

You loved me before I could tell

Who it was that so tenderly smiled ;
But now that I know it so well,

I should be a dutiful child.

I’m sorry that ever I could
Be wicked, and give you a pain ;
I hope I shall learn to be good,
And so never grieve you again.
But for fear that I ever should dare
From all your commands to depart,
Whenever I utter a prayer,
I will ask for a dutiful heart. = Tay!r.