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HYMNS FOR THE NURSERY.
THE CHILDREN AT THE GATES.
Little travelers Zionward,
Each one entering into rest, In the kingdom of your Lord,
In the mansions of the blest; There to welcome Jesus waits,
Gives the crowus his followers win. Lift your heads, ye golden gates;
Let the little travelers in!
Who are they whose little feet,
Pacing life's dark journey through, Now have reached that heavenly seat
They had ever kept in view ? " I from Greenland's frozen land;"
" I from India's sunny plain;" " I from Afric's barren sand;"
" I from islands of the main."
"All our earthly journey past, Every tear and pain gone by,
Here together met at last, At the portals of the sky."
Each the welcome, " Come!" awaits, " Conquerors over death and sin !"
Lift your heads, ye golden gates; Let the little travelers in!
SAVIOUR, WHO DIDST FROM HEAVEN COME
Saviour, who didst from heaven come down,
A little child awhile to be, Whose precious blood and thorny crown
From death and sin have ransomed me.
Teach me, dear Saviour, some return
Of lowly service for thy love, Such as a thankful child may learn,
Such as thy Spirit shall approve.
Young hearts, I hear them say, are claimed For God's own altar by thy word ;
May I lay there my own, unblamed!
And wilt thou lift it heavenward, Lord!