Forgive, they know not what they do.'

2

'Twas thus he prayed, just as he died, For those who pierced his bleeding side; May I, dear Lord, like thee be meek, When smitten, turn the other cheek.

3

Let not revenge e'er fill my heart,
But may I act a nobler part,
And bless all those who injure me,
And pray that they may be like thee.

4

Let meekness reign in every breast,
Hush guilty passions all to rest;
May all the world, subdued by love,
Be like the angel hosts above.
40.

Child's Missionary Hymn.
Lord! can a simple child like me,.
Assist to turn the world to thee?
Or send the bread of life to hands
Stretched out for it in heathen lands?
2

Will this poor mite I call my own,
Lead some lost Hindoo to thy throne?
Or help to cast the idols down,
Which midst the groves of Java frown?

3

O yes! although the gift be small, Thou'lt bless it, since it is my all: And bid it swell the glorious tide, By thousands of thy saints supplied.

4

Thus may the offerings children bring,
Make Gentiles bow to Israel's King;
If owned by that resistless power,
Which curbs the sea, and forms the shower
41.

Christ the Way, the Truth, the Life.
Thou art the Way, and he who sighs
Amid this cheerless waste of woe,
To find a pathway to the skies,

In thee the light of heaven shall know.

2

Thou art the Truth whose steady day, Shines through eternal blight and bloom, The pure, the everlasting ray,

The lamp that shines beyond the tomb.

3

Thou art the Life, the blessed well, With living water gushing o'er, Which those who drink shall ever dwell, Where sin and death are known no more.