Our Gift by Boston Teachers of the School Street Universalist Sunday School
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like it? Let me hear you repeat it. I should like to know what the
children are taught in the Sabbath schools of Old England. Will you please to repeat it to me? _Young. B_ I will. I did as well as I could. I have learned the hymn, and am much pleased with it. I think of it the last thing when I fall asleep at night, and awake in the morning with it on my mind. But I will repeat it to you, and you will see that I have not been to the Sabbath school, though for so short a time, for nothing. _The Child's First Hymn._ Listen, Father, to my prayer, Guard me with thy tender care; Teach a humble child to know, The path of duty here below. Set a watch upon my heart, Lest an evil thought should start; Make me gentle, kind and good, Through the Savior's cleansing blood. All I have, and all I see, Ever comes, great God, from thee; Help me from my earliest days, In thankful hymns to sing thy praise. Bless my parents with thy grace, On my kindred turn thy face; Through the darkness of the night, |
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