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O glorious Saviour! we devote these our little ones to thee, wholly unto thee, either to take them now to thyself, or to give them longer life, as it seemeth thee good: but, oh! intercede for them, that they may be the children of the Holy One; and that of these little ones whom thou hast given us we may be able to say, at the last day, "Of them which thou gavest us, have we lost none." (John xviii. 9.)
Now to God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost, be all glory, honour, and praise ⚫ now and for evermore. Amen.
SEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stand
Hark how he calls the tender lambs,
"Permit them to approach," he cries,
We bring them, Lord, by fervent prayer,
Ye little babes, with pleasure hear;
If orphans they are left behind,
Thy Guardian Care we trust;
That Care shall heal our bleeding hearts,
CREATION OF ALL THINGS BY THE
"IT is a fine morning, my little ones," said Mr. Fairchild one day to his children : we will take
a walk to the top of the hill, and sit there under the shade of the trees; and there we will talk about God, and we will sing a hymn in praise of him." Then Lucy, and Emily, and Henry ran joyfully to put on their hats and tippets; and, when their mamma was ready, they set out.
Near Mr. Fairchild's house there was a little green hill, at the top of which were some beautiful chesnut trees; and, under the chesnut trees, was a wooden seat, which Mr. Fairchild, with John's help, had placed there. In the summer mornings Mr. Fairchild often used to retire to this place, in order to sit there and read his Bible undisturbed ; for the singing of the little birds in the trees was no disturbance to him. From the top of this hill one might see Mr. Fairchild's house, standing in the pleasant garden, and also many beautiful cornfields and little coppices, and meadows, through which flowed a smooth river: the long green lane which led to the village, too, was visible from the hill; and John Trueman's neat cottage, just at the entrance of the village; and the spire of the church, just peeping over the trees.-You do not know who John Trueman is; but you shall know by and by.
So Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild and their children walked up the hill, and sat down upon the seat under the chesnut trees; and then Mr. Fairchild began to talk to his children about holy things.
"Look round you, my dear children," he said; "what a beautiful place is this! Behold that glorious sun, which just appears above those golden clouds that sun is a million of times larger than this earth: it shines upon this world, and gives it light and warmth: it would be quite dark, and very cold, if there was no sun, and we should all die. The sun shines upon other worlds, many of which are vastly larger than this; of these we know but little, but that they were all made by God.
The globe which we inhabit is very fair look at the green fields, full of sweet flowers, in which the cows and the sheep are feeding how beautiful they are! and how sweet is the smell of the flowers as the wind blows gently over them! The little birds make their nests in the branches of the trees, and God provides them with food. Men build themselves houses; but God creates the wood and the stone of which they are made: men sow seeds in the ground; but God sends rain and sunshine, to make the seeds grow. All the things that are in heaven above, or in the earth beneath, or in the waters ander the earth, are made by the Lord Almighty.
God is called in Seripture the Lord Jehovah, by which we understand, three Persons in one Godnamely, God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost: these three holy Persons are one God, which is a great mystery, above our understanding, but which we are bound to believe, because it is a doctrine of Scripture. These holy Persons are continually engaged in the great work of man's salvation, and the bringing multitudes of those to glory and happiness who are lost through sin and disobedience.
Then Mr. Fairchild taught his children a prayer of thanksgiving to God for the wonders of creation; which prayer any little children may use upon the same occasion.
O blessed Lord God! holy Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! we thank thee for having made the sun to shine upon us and warm us in the day-time, and the moon and stars to shine in the night. We thank thee for having made this world for us to live in and for filling it with trees, and flowers, and corn, and useful animals. We thank thee, O Lord, for having made us and our dear papa and mamma; and for taking care of us every day, and
giving us food, and drink, and clothes to wear. O Lord, thou art very good! we thank thee for all thy goodness, and all the care which thou hast taken of us, ever since we were little babies; but more especially we thank thee for sending thy Son to die for us. And now, O dear and holy Lord new hearts, that we may know thee, and serve thee, all the days of our and, after death, that we may go up to heaven, and live there, in thy presence, for ever and ever. Amen.
- God, give us and love thee, lives on earth
Our Father, which art in heaven, &c.
ISING th' almighty Power of God,
I sing the Wisdom that ordain'd
I sing the goodness of the Lord,
Lord, how thy wonders are display'd
If I survey the ground I tread,
There's not a plant or flow'r below
Creatures, as num'rous as they be,
There's not a place where we can flee
In heav'n he shines with beams of love,
"Tis on his earth I stand and move,
His hand is my perpetual guard;
Why should I, then, forget the Lord,
MAN BEFORE THE FALL.
IT is Lucy's birth-day," said Mr. Fairchild, as he came into the parlour one fine morning in May : 66 we will go to see John Trueman, and take some cake to his little children; and afterwards we will go on to visit Nurse, and carry her some tea and sugar."
Nurse was a pious old woman, who had taken care of Lucy when she was a baby, and now lived with her son and his wife Joan in a little cottage not far distant, called Brookside Cottage, because a clear stream of water ran just before the door.
"And shall we stay at Nurse's all day, Papa?" said the children.
"Ask your mamma, my dears," said Mr. Fairchild.
"With all my heart," said Mrs. Fairchild; "and we will take Betty with us, to carry our dinner."
So when the children had breakfasted, and Betty was ready, they all set out. And first they went down the lane towards John Trueman's cottage. There is not a pleasanter lane near any village in England: the hedge on each side is of hawthorn, which was then in blossom; and the grass was soft under the feet as a velvet cushion: on the bank, under the hedge, were all manner of sweet flowers, violets, and primroses, and the blue vervain.
Lucy, and Emily, and Henry, ran gaily along before their papa and mamma, and Betty came after with the basket. Before they came up to the