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OUR CHILDREN'S SACRED SONGS. |
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CHILD'S VESPER HYMN.
Francis Turner Palgrave.
Thou that once, on mother's knee, Wert a little one like me, When I wake or go to bed, Lay thy hands about my head; Let me feel thee very near, Jesus Christ, our Saviour dear.
Be beside me m the light, Close by me through all the night; Make me gentle, kind, and true, Do what mother bids me do; Help and cheer me when I fret, And forgive when I forget.
Once thou wert in cradle laid, Baby bright, in manger shade, With the oxen and the cows, And the lambs outside the house. Now thou art above the sky, Canst thou hear a baby cry ?
Thou art nearer when we pray, Since thou art so far away; Thou my little hymu wilt hear, Jesus Christ, our Saviour dear; Thou that once, on mother's knee, Wert a little one like me. |
And when my heart loves God, I know The sweetness is from thee.
Yes! when I pray, thou prayest too,
Thy prayer is all for me; But when I sleep, thou sleepest not,
But watchest patiently. |
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HEAR MY PRAYER, O HEAVENLY FATHER. Harriet Parr.
Hear my prayer, O Heavenly Father!
Ere I lay me down to sleep ; Bid thy angels, pure and holy,
Round my bed their vigil keep.
My sins are heavy, but thy mercy Far outweighs them every one ;
Down before thy cross I cast them, Trusting in thy help alone.
Keep me, through this night of peril, Underneath its boundless shade ;
Take me to thy rest, I pray thee, When my pilgrimage is made.
None shall measure out thy patience By the span of human thought;
None shall bound the tender mercies Which thy holy Son has bought.
Pardon all my past transgressions, Give me strength for days to come ;
Guide and guard me with thy blessing, Till thy angels bid me home. |
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DEAR JESUS, EVER AT MY SIDE.
F. W. Facer.
Dear Jesus, ever at my side!
How loving thou must be, To leave thy home in heaven to guard
A little child like me!
Thy beautiful and shining face
I see not, though so near; The sweetness of thy soft, low voice
I am too deaf to hear.
I can not feel thee touch my hand, With pressure light and mild,
To check me, as my mother did, When I was but a child.
But I have felt thee in my thoughts, Fighting with sin for me ; |
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EVENING PRAYER.
Bernard Barton.
Before I close my eyes in sleep,
Lord, hear my evening prayer; And deign a helpless child to keep
With thy protecting care.
Though young in years, I have been taught
Thy name to love and fear; Of thee to think with solemn thought,
Thy goodness to revere. |
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