"He made your little heart for joy, He tunes your happy song; O, then, my little timid boy, Fear only doing wrong. "For he who makes your heart so glad, Who bids the good be gay, With the same love will make it sad, Whene'er you disobey. "He is our Father, and he hears Your weakest, faintest prayer; He wipes away an infant's tears, And children are his care." "THE LORD IS MY STRENGTH." Almighty Father! I am weak, But thou wilt strengthen me, If from my heart I humbly seek For help and light from thee. When I am tempted to do wrong, Then, Father, pity me, And make my failing virtue strong; Help me to think of thee! Let Christian courage guard my youth; That courage give to me Which ever speaks and acts the truth, And puts its trust in thee. HYMN. Will God, who made the earth and sea, The night, and shining day, Regard a little child like me, And listen when I pray? If I am hungry, poor, and cold, Then will he hear my cry? And when I shall be sick and old, O, then will God be nigh? Yes; in his holy word we read Of his unfailing love; And when his mercy most we need, His mercy he will prove. To those who seek him, he is near; He looks upon the heart, And from the humble and sincere He never will depart. He sees our thoughts, our wishes knows, He hears our faintest prayer; Where'er the faithful Christian goes, He finds his Father there. Obedient children need not fear; God is a faithful friend, And when no other help is near, He will deliverance send. Then fear not hunger, cold, or pain, But fear to disobey That power which does your life sustain, And guards you every day. "THY WILL BE DONE." How sweet to be allowed to pray To God, the Holy One, With filial love and trust to say,-- "Father, thy will be done!" We in these sacred words can find A cure for every ill; They calm and soothe the troubled mind, And bid all care be still. O, let that will, which gave me breath And an immortal soul, In joy or grief, in life or death, My every wish control! O, could my heart thus ever pray, Thus imitate thy Son! Teach me, O God, with truth to say,-- "Thy will, not mine, be done!" SABBATH DAY. How sweet upon this sacred day, The best of all the seven, To cast our earthly thoughts away, And think of God and heaven! How sweet to be allowed to pray Our sins may be forgiven; With filial confidence to say, "Father, who art in heaven"! With humble hope to bend the knee, And, free from folly's leaven, Confess that we have strayed from thee, Thou righteous Judge in heaven!