LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 245

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Blessed Saviour, now I see

Thou art kinder far to me ;

And I will not lay my head

On my downy, peaceful bed,

Till I have prayed to thee—
Thanked thee for a mother’s care,

Such as heathen never share.
Hastings’ “‘ Nursery Songs.’

 

CHILDREN IN INDIA.

Far, far away in India,
Thousands of children live
Who have no pious parents
Who them instruction give
About the great Jehovah,
Who reigns above. the sky ;
Or of that blessed Saviour,
Who did on Calvary die.

But Oh, the sad condition
These little ones are in:
Young children by their parents
Are thrown in Ganges’ stream,
To please the gods they worship,
Who’re made of wood and stone ;
- Believing they will save them,
And for their oe atone.