SONGS FOR THE

  

Hark, my dear, the bells are ringing,
Tis to church the people turn ;

Soon sweet psalms they will be singing,
Soon of Jesus’ love they'll learn.

Each with Bible in his hand,

Goes to pray at God's command.

When to God we join in praying,
I, my child, will pray for thee.

Oh, how kind was Christ in saying,
“Little children, come to me.”

Will you come and be his own,

Give your heart to him alone? M. L. Duncan.

 

SABBATH MORNING
Awake! awake! your bed forsake
To God your praises pay ;
The morning sun is clear and bright,
With joy we hail his cheerful light :
In songs of love
Praise God above—
It is the Sabbath-day.

THE SABBATH.
How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest,
The day of the week which- 1 surely love best ;
The morning my Saviour arose from the tomb,
And took from the grave all its terror and gloom.