Music in Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 65; Sabbath Songs, p. 57.
Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 112.
ENTLE Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child,
Pity my simplicity;
Suffer me to come to Thee.
2 Lamb of God, I look to Thee,
Thou shalt my example be;
Thou art gentle, meek, and mild;
Thou wast once a little child.
3 Let me, above all, fulfill
God my Heavenly Father's will;
Never his good Spirit grieve,
Only to his glory live.
4 Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb,
In thy gracious hands I am;
Make me, Saviour, what Thou art,
Live thyself within my heart.
5 I shall then show forth thy praise,
Serve Thee all my happy days;
Then the world shall always see
Christ, the holy Child, in me.
6 Holy Father, Holy Son,
Holy Spirit, Three in One;
Glory as of old to Thee,
Now and evermore shall be.
Music in Happy Voices, p. 142. "M a little pilgrim
I'Mala stranger here;
Though this world is pleasant,
Sin is always near.
There's a better country,
Where there is no sin,
Where the tones of sorrow
Never enter in.
2 But a little pilgrim
Must have garments clean,
If he'd wear the white robes
And with Christ be een.
Jesus, cleanse and save me,
Teach me to obey ;
Holy Spirit, guide me,
On my heavenly way.
Music in Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 116.
ESUS, Saviour, Son of God,
'Who for me life's pathway trod,
Who for me became a child;
Make me humble, meek, and mild.
2 I thy little lamb would be,
Jesus, I would follow Thee;
Samuel was thy child of old,
Take me, too, within thy fold.
3 Teach me how to pray to Thee,
Make me holy, heavenly;
Let me love what Thou dost love,
Let me live alone with Thee.
Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 123; Sabbath Songs, p. 55.
LITTLE children, come to Jesus;
Hear Him saying, Come to me:
Blessed Jesus, who, to save us,
Shed his blood on Calvary.
Little souls were made to serve Him;
All his holy law fulfill :
Little hearts were made to love Him;
Little hands to do his will.
2 Little eyes to read the Bible,
Given from the heavens above;
Little ears to hear the story
Of the Saviour's wondrous love;
Little tongues to sing his praises;
Little feet to walk his ways;
Little bodies to be temples
Where the Holy Spirit stays.
Music in Golden Shower, p. 68; Happy Voices, p. 105.
ESUS loves me: this I know,
For the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to Him belong;
They are weak, but He is strong.
2 Jesus loves me, He who died
Heaven's gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let his little child come in.
3 Jesus loves me; He will stay
Close beside me all the way :
If I love Him, when I die
He will take me home on high.
Music in Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 63; S. S. Bell, p. 92; Bishop Young's Hymns for Children, No. 26.
When we bow before Thee,
Infant praises hear.
2 Though Thou art so holy,
Heaven's Almighty King,
Thou wilt stoop to listen
When thy praise we sing.
3 We are little children,
Weak, and apt to stray;
Saviour, guide and keep us
In the heavenly way.
4 Save us, Lord, from sinning,
Watch us day by day;
Help us now to love Thee,
Take our sins away.
5 Then, when Jesus calls us
To our heavenly home,
We would gladly answer,
"Saviour, Lord, we come."
Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 118; S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 112.
THERE'S a Friend for little children,
Above the bright blue sky,
A Friend that never changes,
Whose love will never die :
Unlike our friends by nature,
Who change with changing years,
This Friend is always worthy
The precious name He bears.
2 There's a rest for little children,
Above the bright blue sky,
Who love the blessed Saviour
And to his Father cry:
A rest from every trouble,
From sin and danger free;
There every little pilgrim
Shall rest eternally.
3 There's a home for little children,
Above the bright blue sky,
Where Jesus reigns in glory,
A home of peace and joy;
No home on earth is like it,
Nor can with it compare,
For every one is happy,
Nor can be happier there.
4 There's a crown for little children,
Above the bright blue sky,
And all who look to Jesus
Shall wear it by and by;
A crown of brightest glory
Which He shall sure bestow,
On all who love the Saviour,
And walk with Him below.
5 There's a song for little children,
Above the bright blue sky,
And a harp of sweetest music
For their hymn of victory :
And all above is pleasure,
And found in Christ alone;
O come, dear little children,
That all may be your own.
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