"Then since no parent we have here, We'll go and search for God around; Lady! pray can you tell us where

That God, our Father, may be found?

"He lives in heaven, mother said,

And Goody says that mother's there; So, if she knows we want His aid,

I think, perhaps, she'll send Him here."

I clasped the prattlers to my breast,

And cried, "Come both and live with me;
I'll clothe you, feed you, give you rest,
And will a second mother be.

"And God shall be your Father still,
'Twas He in mercy sent me here;

To teach you to obey his will,

Your steps to guide, your hearts to cheer."

ANON.

THANKS FOR MERCIES.

My Father, I thank Thee for sleep,
For quiet and peaceable rest;
I thank Thee for stooping to keep
An infant from being distressed:
O! how can a poor little creature repay
Thy fatherly kindness by night and by day?

My voice would be lisping Thy praise,
My heart would repay Thee with love :-

O teach me to walk in Thy ways,

And fit me to see Thee above;

For Jesus said, "Let little children come nigh;" And He will not despise such an infant as I.

As long as Thou seest it right

That here upon earth I should stay,
I pray Thee to guard me by night

And teach me to serve Thee by day,
That when all the days of my life shall have pass'd,
I may worship Thee better in heaven at last.

OH! MAKE ME THINE.- -P. M.

My Father, I would be Thy child;
I know I'm sinful, wayward, wild,
To Thee I would be reconciled;

Oh, make me Thine.

With patience I the race would run,
Not looking back when once begun,
Seeking salvation through Thy Son;

Oh, make me Thine.

The narrow way I fain would tread,
And by Thy gentle hand be led,
With heavenly manna daily fed;

Oh, make me Thine.

Make me to love Thee more and more,

Thy Holy Spirit on me pour,

Grant me of grace a plenteous store;

Oh, make me Thine.

When death's cold hand is on me laid,
My God, let me not be afraid,
Be with me, for I've often prayed

I might be Thine.

MORNING HYMN.-C. M.

My God, who mak'st the sun to know
His proper hour to rise,

And, to give light to all below,

Dost send him round the skies.

When from the chambers of the east
His morning race begins,

He never tires, nor stops to rest,
But round the world he shines.

So, like the sun, would I fulfil
The business of the day;
Begin my work betimes, and still
March on my heavenly way.

Give me, O Lord, thy early grace,
Nor let my soul complain

That the young morning of my days

Has all been spent in vain.

"THY WILL BE DONE."

WATTS.

My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home in life's rough way,
Oh! teach me from my heart to say-

Thy will, my God, Thy will be done!

Tho' dark my path and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not-
But breathe the prayer divinely taught
Thy will, my God, Thy will be done!
What tho' in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved no longer nigh,
Submissive still I would reply,

Thy will, my God, Thy will be done!
Tho' Thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize, it ne'er was mine;
I only yield Thee what is Thine,

Thy will, my God, Thy will be done! Should pining sickness waste away My life in premature decay; My Father still I'd strive to say,

Thy will, my God, Thy will be done!

Renew my strength from day to day,
Blend it with thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say

Thy will, my God, Thy will be done!

And when on earth I breathe no more,
The prayer oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore,

Thy will, my God, Thy will be done!

NEARER TO GOD.

Nearer, my God, to Thee-
Nearer to Thee!

E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me;

Still all my song shall be-
While from my sins I flee-
"Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!"

Though like a wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness comes over me,
My couch a stone;
Yet in my dreams I'd be
With One I cannot see,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

Then let my way appear,
Steps into heaven;
All that I meet with here
In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me,

To join the blest and free;
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.