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๐ I Will Early Seek The Saviour ๐
I will early seek the Saviour, ๐
I will learn of Him each day; ๐
I will follow in His footsteps, ๐ฃ
I will walk the narrow way. ๐ถ
Refrain
For He loves me, yes, He loves me,
Jesus loves me, this I know.
Jesus loves me, died to save me,
This is why I love Him so.
I will hasten where He bids me, ๐
I am not too young to go ๐ถ
In the pathway where He leadeth, โคดโฌ
Not too young His will to know. ๐ก
He is standing at the doorway ๐ช
Of escape from every sin; ๐ท
I will knock, for He has promised, ๐
He will hear and let me in. ๐
Mrs. L. M. B. Bateman
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๐Jesus, Tender Shepherd, Hear Me๐
Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me, ๐
Bless Thy little lamb tonight; ๐
Through the darkness be Thou near me; ๐
Watch my sleep till morning light.
All this day Thy hand has led me, ๐ถ
And I thank Thee for Thy care; ๐๐คธ
Thou hast clothed ๐๐ me, warmed ๐กand fed ๐๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ย me;
Listen to my evening prayer. ๐
Mrs. Mary Duncan, 1839 (1814 – 1840); English traditional melody
Tune: SHIPSTON
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When He Cometh
When He cometh, when He cometh
To make up His jewels,
All His jewels, precious jewels,
His loved and his own,
Refrain
Like the stars of the morning,
His bright crown adorning,
They shall shine in their beauty,
Bright gems for His crown.
He will gather, He will gather
The gems for His kingdom,
All the pure ones, all the bright ones,
His loved and His own.
Little children, little children
Who love their Redeemer,
Are the jewels, precious jewels,
His loved and His own.
W. O. Cushing
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Jesus, Friend of Little
Children
Jesus, Friend of little children, Be a Friend to me;
Take my hand and ever keep me Close to Thee.
Teach me how to grow in goodness, Daily as I grow;
Thou hast been a child, and surely Thou dost know.
Step by step, O, lead me onward, Upward into youth;
Wiser, stronger, still becoming In Thy truth.
Never leave me, nor forsake me, Ever be my Friend;
For I need Thee from life’s dawning To its end.
W. J. Mathams
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All Things Bright And Beautiful
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings;
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.
The purple- headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning
That brightens up the sky,
The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
Cecil F. Alexander
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Hushed Was The Evening Hymn
Hushed was the evening hymn,
The temple courts were dark,
The lamp was burning dim
Before the sacred ark,
When suddenly a voice divine
Rang through the silence of the shrine.
O give me Samuel’s ear,
The open ear, O Lord,
Alive and quick to hear
Each whisper of Thy word!
Like him to answer at Thy call,
And to obey Thee first of all.
O give me Samuel’s heart,
A lowly heart, that waits
Where in Thy house Thou art,
Or watches at Thy gates!
By day and night, a heart that will
Moves at the breathing of Thy will.
O give me Samuel’s mind,
A sweet, unmurmuring faith,
Obedient and resigned
To Thee in life and death!
That I may read with childlike eyes
Truths that are hidden from the wise.
James D. Burns
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Jesus, I Will Follow Thee
Jesus, I will follow Thee,
For I hear Thee calling me;
Loving, trusting, glad I come,
To let Thee lead me home.
Refrain
I will follow Thee,
Wherever Thou dost lead.
Little eyes might lose the way,
Little feet might go astray;
I might weak and weary be.
But Thou art strong for me.
Grief and want may be my foes,
Foolish sins my way oppose;
Full of courage I will be,
Whene’er I follow Thee.
Grace Glenn
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Once In Royal David’s City
Once in royal David’s city
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her Baby
In a manger for His bed;
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little Child.
He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall;
With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Saviour holy.
And through all His wondrous child-hood
He would honor and obey,
Love and watch the holy mother
In whose gentle arms He lay,
Christian children all must be
Mild, obedient, good as He.
Jesus is our childhood’s pattern,
Day by day like us He grew;
He was little, weak, and helpless,
Tears and smiles like us He knew;
And He feeleth for our sadness,
And He shareth in our gladness.
And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love;
For that child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heaven above;
And He leads His children on
To the place where He is gone.
Lyricist: Cecil Francis Aldxander
Melody: “Irby”, by Henry Gauntlet
Copyright: Public Domain
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Saviour, While My Heart Is Tender
Saviour, while my heart is tender,
I would yield that heart to Thee;
All my powers to Thee surrender,
Thine, and only Thine, to be.
Take me now, Lord Jesus, take me,
Let my youthful heart be Thine;
Thy devoted servant make me,
Fill my soul with love divine.
Send me, Lord, where Thou wilt send me,
Only do Thou guide my way;
May Thy grace through life attend me;
Gladly then shall I obey.
John Burton
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