Not all the wicked scoffs He heard Or one revengeful thought. And when upon the cross He bled Dear Saviour, may I learn of Thee, But speak that pardoning word for me NO MORE THAN OTHERS I DESERVE.-C. M. Whene'er I take my walks abroad, Not more than others I deserve, While some poor children scarce can tell I have a home wherein to dwell While others early learn to swear, Are these Thy favours day by day, To me above the rest? Then let me love Thee more than they "AND GOD CALLED UNTO SAMUEL."-P. M. When little Samuel woke At every word He spoke How much did he rejoice! O blessed, happy child to find The God of heaven so near and kind! If God would speak to me, And say He is my Friend, How happy I should be! Oh, how would I attend! And does he never speak? Oh, yes; for in His word, In almost every page, I see And I beneath His care To guard my humble bed. Like Samuel, let me say, The voice that I have heard. THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM.-L. M. When marshalled on the nightly plain, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud,-the night was dark, The ocean yawned-and madly flowed The waves that tossed my foundering bark. J Deep horror then my senses froze, It was the star of Bethlehem." It was my guide, my light, my all, Now safely moored,-my perils o'er, For ever and for evermore, The star! the star of Bethlehem MOTHERS OF SALEM.—P. M. When mothers of Salem their children brought to Jesus, The stern disciples drove them back and bade them depart; But Jesus saw them ere they fled, and sweetly smiled, and kindly said "Suffer the children to come unto me. "For I will receive them and fold them to my bosom, I'll be a Shepherd to these lambs, oh, drive them not away, For if their hearts to me they give, they shall with me in glory live, Suffer the children to come unto me." How kind was our Saviour to bid these children welcome, But there are many thousands who have never heard His name. Dear Saviour, hear us when we pray, that they may hear Thee to them say, "Suffer the children to come unto me." And soon may the heathen, of every tribe and nation, Fulfil Thy blessed word and cast their idols all away. Oh shine upon them from above, and show Thyself a God of love, Teach them, dear Saviour, to come unto Thee. CONDUCT IN PUBLIC WORSHIP.-c. M. When to the house of prayer I go, It would be very wrong, I know, I ought, with reverence and delight, And when I stand or kneel to pray, How wrong, to look about, or play, |