Remember all who love thee,
All, who are lov'd by thee;
And pray for those who hate thee,
If any such there be.
Then for thyself, in meekness,
A blessing humbly claim,
And link with each petition,
Thy great Redeemer's name.
Awake, my soul, and with the sun, Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, With saints in glory bear thy part, Who, day and night, unwearied sing Praises to God the eternal King.
May I, like you, in God delight, Have all day long my God in sight,
Perform, like you, my Maker's will,
O may I never more do ill.
Thanks to thy name, who safe has kept
And hast refreshed me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death awake,
I may of endless life partake.
Glory to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, oh keep me, King of kings, Beneath thine own almighty wings.
Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed ;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise joyful at the judgment day.
PRAYING SINCERELY.
When daily I kneel down to pray,
As I am taught to do,
God does not care for what I say,
Unless I feel it too.
Yet foolish thoughts my heart beguile,
And when I pray or sing,
I'm often thinking, all the while,
About some other thing.
Oh let me never, never dare
To act a trifler's part,
Or think that God will hear a prayer, Which comes not from the heart.
Whene'er I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see ;
What shall I render to my God,
For all his gifts to me?
Not more than others I deserve,
Yet God has given me more ;
For I have food, while others starve,
Or beg from door to door.
How many children in the street,
Half naked I behold;
While I am cloth'd from head to feet,
And cover'd from the cold.
While some poor creatures scarce can tell,
Where they may lay their head;
I have a home wherein to dwell,
And rest upon my bed.
While others early learn to swear,
And curse, and lie, and steal,
Lord, I am taught thy name to fear,
And do thy holy will.
Are these thy favors, day by day,
To me above the rest ?
Then let me love thee more than they,
And try to serve thee best.
LILY OF THE VALLEY.
Come, my love, and do not spurn
From a little flower to learn.
See the lily on its bed,
Hanging down its modest head;
While it scarcely can be seen,
Folded in its leaf of green.
Yet we love the lily well,
For its sweet and pleasant smell ;
And would rather call it ours,
Than many other gayer flowers.
Pretty lilies seem to be
Emblems of humility.
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