2 Hosanna, Lord, Thine angels cry;
Hosanna, Lord, Thy saints reply;
Above, beneath us, and around;
The dead and living swell the sound;
Hosanna, Lord; Hosanna in the highest!
3 O Saviour, with protecting care,
Return to this Thy house of prayer:
Assembled in Thy sacred Name,
Where we Thy parting promise claim:
Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest!
4 But chiefest in our cleanséd breast,
Eternal bid Thy Spirit rest;

And make our secret soul to be
A temple pure, and worthy Thee.
Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest!

5 So in the last and dreadful day,

When earth and heaven shall melt away,
Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain,
Shall swell the sound of praise again.

Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest! Amen.

2 I wish that His hands had been placed on my head,
That His arm had been thrown around 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 of His love;

And if I thus earnestly seek Him below,

I shall see Him and hear Him above.

4 In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare
For all who are washed and forgiven;

And many dear children are gathering there,
For of such is the kingdom of heaven.

5 But thousands and thousands who wander and fall,
Never heard of that heavenly home;

I should like them to know there is room for them all,
And that Jesus has bid them to come.

6 I long for that blesséd and glorious time,
The fairest, the brightest, and best,
When the dear little children of every clime
Shall crowd to His arms and be blest. Amen.

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JOHN B. DYKES.

1. Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me, Bless Thy little lamb to-night;

Thro' the darkness be Thou near me, Keep me safe till morning light. Amen.

2 All this day Thy hand hast led me
And I thank Thee for Thy care;

Thou hast clothed me, warmed and fed me,
Listen to my evening prayer.

3 Let my sins be all forgiven,

Bless the friends I love so well;

Take me when I die to heaven,

Happy there with Thee to dwell. Amen.

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O KIND AND GENTLE SAVIOUR.

ARTHUR H. BROWN.

1. O kind and gen - tle Sav- iour, Who art the Children's Friend, We

lay them all

before Thee, Our good and gra- cious King.

2 The weary and sin-laden

In Thee do find their rest;
And when in Thee rejoicing
Our joys are doubly blest.
Thou didst vouchsafe Thy presence
On Cana's marriage day,
Now at our feast be present,
Accept our festal lay.

3 To Thee of old their children

The people came and brought;
From Thee Thy grace and favour
For little ones they sought;
And Thou didst not forbid them,
For Thou art good and kind;
In Thee a loving Saviour

May we, Thy children, find.
4 Let not our ways and doings
Dishonour Thy dear Name,
Nor words, nor deeds of evil

Our Christian calling shame.
Grant us Thy grace, that boldly
We may our Lord confess;
While for all gifts Thou givest
Thy Holy Name we bless.