Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy father watches his sheep; Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree, And down comes a little dream on thee. Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! The large stars are the sheep; The little stars are the lambs, I guess; And the gentle moon is the shepherdess. Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! Our Saviour loves His sheep: He is the Lamb of God on high, Who for our sakes came down to die. Sleep, baby, sleep! --_From the German_. {485}{486} [Illustration] HEAD OF ANGEL "See that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, that in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven."--_The Words of Jesus_ [End illustration] {487} THE PILGRIMS OF THE NIGHT Hark, hark, my soul, angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore. How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life, when sin shall be no more. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome The pilgrims of the night. Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, "Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come." And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the gospel leads us home. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome The pilgrims of the night. Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea; And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome The pilgrims of the night. {488} Rest comes at last; though life be long and dreary, The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; All journeys end in welcomes to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome The pilgrims of the night. Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping, Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above, While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weeping, Till life's long night shall break in endless love. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome The pilgrims of the night. --_Frederick William Faber_. {489} MEMORY VERSES {490} {491} MEMORY VERSES _One for Each Week of the Year_. I said, "Thou art my God." My times are in thy hand. --_Psalms 31:14-15_. Let the words of my mouth, and the meditations of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer. --_Psalms 19:14_. Let your speech be always with grace. --_Colossians 4:6_.