444. C. M. Heber. The Holy Child. 1 By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, Of Sharon's dewy rose! 2 Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God! 3 O Thou who giv'st us life and breath, We seek Thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still Thine own! 445. C. M. Flint's Coll. Suffer Little Children to Come unto Me. 1 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand With all-engaging charms! Hark, how he calls the tender lambs, And folds them in his arms! 2 "Suffer the little ones," he says, "Forbid them not to come; Of such is heaven; and souls like these Shall find in heaven their home." 3 We bring them, Lord, with thankful hands, And yield them up to Thee; Joyful that we ourselves are Thine, Thine let our offspring be! 446. C. M. Briggs' Coll. Remember Thy Creator in the Days of Thy Youth. 1 Ye joyous ones! upon whose brow The light of youth is shed, O'er whose glad path life's early flowers In glowing beauty spread; Forget not Him whose love hath poured Around that golden light, And tinged those opening buds of hope With hues so softly bright. 2 Thou tempted one! just entering Upon enchanted ground, Ten thousand snares are spread for thee, Ten thousand foes surround: A dark and a deceitful band, Upon thy path they lower; Trust not thine own unaided strength To save thee from their power. 3 Thou whose yet bright and joyous eye May soon be dimmed with tears, To whom the hours of bitterness Must come in coming years; Teach early thy confiding eye To pierce the cloudy screen, To look above the storms of life, Eternally serene. 447. L. M. L. E. Landon. Feed My Lambs! 1 While yet the youthful spirit bears The image of its God within, And uneffaced that beauty wears, Which may too soon be stained by sin; 2 Then is the time for faith and love To take in charge their precious care,-- Teach the young heart to look above, Teach the young lips to speak in prayer. 3 The world will come with care and crime, And tempt too oft that heart astray; Still the seed sown in early time Shall not be wholly cast away. 4 The infant prayer, the infant hymn, Within the darkened soul will rise, When age's weary eye is dim, And the grave's shadow round us lies.