SONGS FOR THE

Our mother says, God will not bless
Those who profane his day:

We must not go into the fields,
Nor play on the new hay ;

Nor chase the butterflies and bees,
But think of God and heaven :

So, brother, come to church with me,

And pray to be forgiven.

  

THE SABBATH-DAY.

How sweet is the day
| When, leaving our play,
The Saviour we seek ;
The fair morning glows,
When Jesus arose,
The best in the week.

The Sabbath-bell rings,
The choir sweetly sings,
The minister prays ;
And God’s holy word
Devoutly is heard,
And God gives his grace.

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The dear place of prayer,
| Our teachers are there,
| To point us above;