1211 C. M. By cool Siloam’s shady rill.
By cool Siloam’s shady rill How fair the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, Of Sharon’s dewy rose!
2 Lo! such the child, whose early feet The paths of peace have trod, Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
3 By cool Siloam’s shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill, Must shortly fade away.
4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man’s maturer age, Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power, And stormy passions rage.
5 O, thou who givest life and breath, We seek thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age and death, To keep us still thine own.
1212 C. M. A child’ sprayer.
Dear Jesus! ever at my side, How loving must thou be, To leave thy home in heaven, to guard A little child like me.
2 Thy beautiful and shining face I see not, though so near; The sweetness of thy soft low voice I am too deaf to hear.
3 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.
4 But I have felt thee in my thoughts, Fighting with sin for me; And when my heart loves God, I know The sweetness is from thee.
5 And when, dear Saviour! I kneel down, Morning and night, to prayer, Something there is within my heart Which tells me thou art there.
6 Yes! when I pray, thou prayest too— Thy prayer is all for me; But when I sleep, thou sleepest not, But watchest patiently.
1213 C. M. Out of the mouth of babes. Psalm 8:2.
Come, let us join the hosts above, Now in our youngest days, Remember our Creator’s love, And lisp our Father’s praise.
2 His majesty will not despise The day of feeble things; Grateful the songs of children rise, And please the King of kings.
3 He loves to be remembered thus, And honored for his grace; Out of the mouth of babes likes us, His wisdom perfects praise.
4 Glory to God, and praise, and power, Honor and thanks be given! Children and cherubim adore The Lord of earth and heaven.
1214 C. M. Lead us not into temptation. Matt. 6:13.
While in the slippery paths of youth, I run secure and free! O let thy blesséd word of truth, My guide and counsel be.
2 If near the tempter’s wily snare In heedlessness I tread; O be thy kind protecting care, To save me overspread.
3 Thus o’er my life let mercy move, And guide my feet the way That leads me to thy throne above— To everlasting day.
1215 C. M. D. Remember thy Creator, etc. Eccl. 12:1.
Ye joyous ones, upon whose brow The light of youth is shed, O’er whose glad path life’s early flowers In glowing beauty spread; Forget not him whose love hath poured Around that golden light, And tinged those opening buds of hope With hues so softly bright.
2 Thou tempted one, just entering Upon enchanted ground, Ten thousand snares are spread for thee, Ten thousand foes surround: A dark and a deceitful band, Upon thy path they lower; Trust not thine own unaided strength To save thee from their power.
3 Thou whose yet bright and joyous eye May soon be dimmed with tears, To whom the hours of bitterness Must come in coming years; Teach early thy confiding eye To pierce the cloudy screen, To look above the storms, where all Is holy and serene.
1216 C. M. Happy is the man that findeth wisdom. Prov. 3:13.
O happy is the man who hears Instruction’s warning voice; And who celestial wisdom makes His early, only choice.
2 For she has treasure greater far Than east or west unfold, And her reward is more secure Than all the gain of gold.
3 In her right hand she holds to view A length of happy years; And in her left the prize of fame And honor bright appears.
4 She guides our youth with innocence In pleasure’s path to tread; A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head.
5 According as her labors rise, So her rewards increase; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace.
1217 S. M. The Child Jesus. Luke 2:27.
Hail, gracious, heavenly Prince! To thee let children fly: And on thy kindest providence, O may we all rely.
2 Jesus will take the young Beneath his special care; And he will keep their youthful days From every woe and snare.
3 He knows their tender frame, Nor will their youth contemn; For he a little child became, To love and pity them.
4 Nor does he now forget His youthful days on earth: Nor would we ever cease our praise For the Redeemer’s birth.
1218 8s & 7s. From my youth up. Matt. 19:20.