HYMNS.

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MOTHER AND CHILD.

AN INTRODUCTORY PIECE.

My mother, dear, I've heard you say
That heaven is a happy place;

Tell me about it now, I pray,

Whilst I am gazing on your face.

How sweet you smile,-a pretty smile
Comes beautiful upon your cheek;

Oh let it rest there all the while
That you to me of heaven speak.

My little child, how can I tell

The wonders you desire to know; All things that bright in heaven dwell Are dimly seen by us below.

Have you not in the garden known,
Some very fair and sunny day,
Upon the earth a shadow thrown
By roses hanging on a spray?

Of that pure world our thoughts are dim, And as the shadow to the rose,

Or rather to the sunny beam

Which round about so brightly glows.

When, little Charles, your brother died,
I thought your happiness was o'er,
You in such painful anguish cried :-
In heaven all live and weep no more!

When you in bed were sick and ill,

And thought you could not rise again, What pains and sorrows did you feel :

In heaven there is no grief nor pain!

When you and sister Lucy fought,

A thing that fill'd me with surprise,
How penitent you own'd the fault :-
In heaven no angry passions rise.

How happy are you when you play
With brother, sister, little friend,
In perfect love through all the day:-
In heaven love can never end.

Sometimes you've felt exceeding hot,
Sometimes a strong desire to eat,
Sometimes to drink :-in heaven is not
Or hunger, thirst, or painful heat.

You love me, and your father too,
And pleasure great I know it gives
To be with us, who care for you :-
On high the Heavenly Father lives!

How great a father He must be

Who made ten thousand worlds afar, Which in the purple night we see, Each shining as a lovely star.

He made this earth on which we live,

And fill'd with all things fair and bright; He made the sun and moon, that give Such beautiful and cheering light.

He made the shrubs, the flowers, the trees,
The verdant grass, the deep-blue sky;

He sends the wind, or gentle breeze,
And clouds with rain-drops from on high.

He gives the food by which we live,
Calm pleasures that we may enjoy ;

How very kind so much to give.

Let us for Him our days employ.

How good a father He must be;

He sent His Son from heaven to die,

To save us from great misery,

And raise our sinful souls on high;

To take us to that happy home-
That lovely heaven of which I tell-
Where sin and evil cannot come,

But fair and shining angels dwell.

God's bright eternal throne is there,
Where He in goodness ever reigns;
And no dim shadows can impair

The beauty of those rich domains.

Within that sweet and glorious place

Pure spirits crowd in happy throngs,
With looks of love on every face,

And tell their gratitude in songs.

My mother, Oh! my mother, dear,
Pray teach me how, that I may gain
The road to heaven, and ever there

Live happy, under God's bright reign.

My child, 'tis God alone can give
Eternal life, and wisdom too;

With grace and strength that you may live
Aright, and His commandments do.

Ask-and he will your wants supply,

Pray strongly-He will sin forgive;
Trust Him alone-and when you die

He'll take you up in heaven to live.

HYMN FOR CHRISTIAN PARENTS, ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD.

Farewell! dear child, a long farewell!

For we shall meet no more

Till we are raised, with thee to dwell

Where troubles must be o'er.

Our child, our lovely child is dead!

The cold and lifeless clay

Has made in dust its silent bed;

And there it must decay.

C.M.