2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, His arms had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen his kind look when he said, "Let the little ones come unto me." Ref.--"Let the little ones come unto me," "Let the little ones come unto me," And that I might have seen his kind look when he said, "Let the little ones come unto me." 3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, And ask for a share in his love; And if I now earnestly seek him below, I shall see him and hear him above. Ref.--I shall see him and hear him above, I shall see him and hear him above, And if I now earnestly seek him below, I shall see him and hear him above. Mrs. Jemima Luke, 1841. 533 Siloam. C.M. _Childhood Piety._ (1180) By cool Siloam's shady rill, How fair 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 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away. 4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's pow'r. And stormy passions rage. Reginald Heber, 1812. 534 Swanwick. C.M. _A New House of Worship._ (1176) God of the universe! to thee This sacred house we rear, And now, with songs and bended knee, Invoke thy presence here. 2 Long may this echoing dome resound The praises of thy name, These hallowed walls to all around The Triune God proclaim. 3 Here let thy love, thy presence dwell; Thy glory here make known; Thy people's home, oh! come and fill, And seal it as thine own. 4 And, when the last long Sabbath morn Upon the just shall rise, May all who own thee here be borne To mansions in the skies. Miss Mary O----, 1841. 535 Swanwick. C.M. _Church Opening._ Arise, O King of grace, arise, And enter to thy rest; Lo! thy church waits, with longing eyes, Thus to be owned and blest. 2 Enter with all thy glorious train. Thy Spirit and thy word; All that the ark did once contain Could no such grace afford. 3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, Here let thy praise be spread; Bless the provisions of thy house And fill thy poor with bread. 4 Here let the Son of David reign, Let God's Anointed shine; Justice and truth his court maintain With love and power divine. 5 Here let him hold a lasting throne, And as his kingdom grows, Fresh honors shall adorn his crown. And shame confound his foes. Isaac Watts. 536 Swanwick. C.M. _Temperance Meeting._ (1186) 'Tis thine alone, almighty Name, To raise the dead to life, The lost inebriate to reclaim From passion's fearful strife. 2 What ruin hath intemperance wrought, How widely roll its waves! How many myriads hath it brought To fill dishonored graves!