HERE, Lord, we offer Thee all that is fairest, Bloom from the garden, and flowers from the field; 3 Raise, Lord, to health again those who have sickened, Give of Thy grace to the souls Thou hast quickened, 4 We, Lord, like flowers, must bloom and must wither; Grant us a place in Thy house in the sky. Abel Gerald Wilson Blunt E. J. Hopkins 915 THINE are all the gifts, O God! Let the naked feet be shod, And the starving fed. 2 Let Thy children, by Thy grace, Till the poor have breathing-space, 3 Wiser than the miser's hoards 4 Welcome smiles on faces sad John Greenleaf Whittier 1878 IRBY 8s, 75, 7. H. J. Gauntlett Once in royal Da-vid's city Stood a low-ly cattle shed, Where a mother laid her Baby, In a man-ger for His bed: Ma-ry was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little Child. 916 ONCE in royal David's city Stood a lowly cattle shed, Where a mother laid her Baby, In a manger for His bed: Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little Child. 2 He came down to earth from heaven Who is God and Lord of all, And His shelter was a stable, And His cradle was a stall; With the poor, and mean, and lowly, 3 And, through all His wondrous childhood, In whose gentle arms He lay; Christian children all must be Mild, obedient, good as He. HILGROVE 75. 4 For He is our childhood's pattern; Tears and smiles like us He knew; 5 And our eyes at last shall see Him, Is our Lord in heaven above; 6 Not in that poor lowly stable, Set at God's right hand on high; When like stars His children crowned, All in white shall wait around. Cecil Frances Alexander 1848 Ob6b 658 917 LAMB of God, I look to Thee; 2 Thou didst live to God alone; scan, Son of man. Thy face we Die for me? 12. Grant thro' each day of life To stand by Thee; With Thee,when morning breaks Ever to be. HUDDLESTON P. M. A. Berridge I think when I read that sweet story of old, When Je-sus was here among men, How He called lit-tle children like lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with Him then. I wish that His hands had been plac'd on my head, That His arms had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen His kind look when He said, "Let the lit-tle ones come un- to Me." 919 I THINK When I read that sweet story of old, In that beautiful place He has gone to pre pare For all who are washed and forgiven; How He called little children like lambs to And many dear children are gathering there, His fold, "For of such is the kingdom of heaven." But thousands and thousands who wander and fall Never heard of that beautiful home; should like them to know there is room for them all And that Jesus has bid them to come. I long for that blesséd and glorious time, A. H. Brown |