38 An Infant's Hymn. 1 I'm not too young to love the Lord, Who does so much for me; My blessings come alone from God- 2 I'm not too young a prayer to raise To God who dwells on high; He'll listen to my song of praise, And hear my feeble cry. 3 I'm not too young for Christ to save; He even died for me; Yes! he his life for children gave, 4 I'm not too young to die and go 5 O Saviour, listen to my prayer, His hand shall guide his sheep. To living pastures, green and fair, His hand shall guide his sheep. 2 His gentle voice they know; They follow where he leads, Through vales where life's bright waters flow, And over verdant meads. 3 But vie earth's rude alarms, And sin's alluring snares; Safe folded in His loving arms The tender lambs he bears. 4 He keeps them by His side; Their souls to Him are dear; He is their Father, Friend, and Guide, While they are wandering here. 5 And when life's day is o'er, And rest and peace are given, Bright angels on death's farther shore Shall welcome them to Heaven. Miss N. A. Priest. 36 3 I'M GOING HOME. L. M. T 1. Нарру the children who are gone To live with Jesus Christ in peace! Who stand around his glorious throne, Redeemed by blood, and saved by grace. As we lift our waving banners, To the breezes soft and mild, May the tide of glad hosannas, Flow from bosoms unde filed. 3 Teachers kind, whose care unceasing, Heaven reward your works of love. Which his bounteous hand bestows; |