HYMN.

"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures, He leadeth me beside the still waters."

To thy pastures green and fair,
Saviour, let a child repair;

I will never stray from thee,
But thy fold my home shall be.

Like a gentle lamb, I'll lay
In the meadows fresh and gay,
Peaceful and contented there,
Guarded by my Shepherd's care.

By the waters still and clear,
I shall wander without fear,
Happy by my Shepherd's side,
All my wants will be supplied.

GOOD NIGHT, LITTLE STAR.

Lord, my shepherd wilt thou be?
Help me then to follow thee,
At thy feet myself I cast,

Thee to serve, while life shall last.

GOOD NIGHT, LITTLE STAR.

GOOD NIGHT, little star,

I will go to my bed,

And leave you to burn,
While I lay down my head

On my pillow to sleep,

Till the morning light,

Then you will be fading,
And I shall be bright.

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HYMN FOR THE DEAD.

We do not feel, that thou

Art taken from us now,
Without a meaning and a purpose clear;

Thy life was brief, but bright;

And it has left the light

Of goodness and of beauty round us here.

God sent thee here to bless,

With love and gentleness,

How many hearts, that are with anguish wrung! And thy young life has passed;

O'er us the cloud is cast,

While heaven's glories are around thee flung.

HYMN FOR THE DEAD.

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Thou had'st a sweet control

Over the heart and soul

Of all who heard the music of thy voice;
We may not hear again

From thee, one blessed strain
Of those loved tones to gladden and rejoice.

O thou art early dead!

Bright hopes have perished, Visions of future years are sunk in night; Yet shall that voice of thine,

In harmony divine,

Sing praises for thy spirit's early flight.

For thou art now at rest,

Among the happiest ;

A Spirit, at thy Saviour's feet forgiven;

Thou art forever free,

No sin can shadow thee,

Clothed in the white and holy robes of heaven.

RHYMES OF ADVICE.

My little girl, be always kind,
And cultivate a willing mind;
Be ready, by a word or smile,
The sad or weary to beguile;
And by your acts of love, to give
Pleasure to all with whom you live;
Be kind, then you will be polite,
Your manners simple, graceful, right.

My little girl, be soft and mild;
O, be a gentle, docile child!

Raise not your voice to friend or foe,
But let your tones be sweet and low.
Be truthful, open and sincere,

Be independent without fear ;
And if you know that you are right,
Shrink not from ridicule or slight.