O let me be thoughtful and prayerful to-day, And not spend a minute in trifling or play; Remembering the Sabbath was graciously given To teach me to seek and prepare me for heaven.

In the house of my God, in his presence and fear, When I worship to-day, may it all be sincere; In the school when I learn, may I do it with care, And be grateful to those who watch over me there.

Instruct me, my Saviour; a child though I be, I am not too young to be noticed by thee: Renew all my heart, keep me firm in thy ways, I would love thee, and serve thee, and give thee the praise.

KEEP HOLY THE SABBATH-DAY.

Come, brother, go to church with me,
We must not stop to play;

'Tis very wicked thus to pass
God's holy Sabbath-day.

The bells are ringing loud and sweet,

How pleasantly they sound;

And see the people thronging in
From everywhere around.

Our mother says, God will not bless
Those who profane his day:
We must not go into the fields,
Nor play on the new hay;
Nor chase the butterflies and bees,

But think of God and heaven:

So, brother, come to church with me, And pray to be forgiven.

THE SABBATH-DAY.

How sweet is the day
When, leaving our play,
The Saviour we seek;
The fair morning glows,
When Jesus arose,

The best in the week.

The Sabbath-bell rings,
The choir sweetly sings,
The minister prays;
And God's holy word
Devoutly is heard,

And God gives his grace.

The dear place of prayer,
Our teachers are there,

To point us above;

PRAY FOR THE HEATHEN.

Little children, when you pray
To God to keep you through the day;
When you ask that he would take
Your sins away for Jesus' sake;
When you thank him for your friends,
And the comfort that he sends,
Don't forget to breathe a prayer
For those who know not of his care.

Many little ones there are,

O'er the sea so very far,

Who never heard of God above,
Who do not know of Jesus' love;
Children who have never heard

From Christian friends this blessed word.

That gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
Dearly loves each little child,
And bids them always come and pray
To him to take their sins away;
This Saviour they have never known,
And therefore kneel to wood and stone.
O, children, ask of him to send
Some one to be the heathen's friend;
To guide them from destruction's road,
Into the path that leads to God;

That they may have their sins forgiven,
And when they die may go to heaven;
That they and you at last may stand
Within that happy, happy land.

WHO SHALL LIVE IN HEAVEN.

There is a land above

All beautiful and bright,

And those who love and seek the Lord, Rise to that world of light.

There sin is known no more,

Nor tears, nor want, nor care; There good and happy beings dwell, And all are holy there.

Hark! I hear the piteous scream;
Frightful monsters seize their prey,
Or the dark and bloody stream
Bears the struggling child away.