“What can a little thing like you do for Jesus?" said a Christian friend to my daughter Clara, when quite a little child. She looked up with a bright smile and said, "I can love Him.”
ALL have their work to do,
Appointed by their Lord;
Each should his own marked path pursue,
With girded loins and purpose true,
Obedient to His word.
Each glittering star obeys
Its Maker's sovereign sway;
And though they shine with differing blaze,
Both great and small proclaim His praise,
Though not with equal ray.
How glorious is the sun!
He rules by day the sky;
But when His daily course is done,
The silv'ry moon delights to run:
Both serve their God on high.
The lofty cedar shows
His greatness and His skill;
But every little flower that grows,
And scents the summer breeze that blows,
Tells of His goodness still.
And you, though in the world's esteem
A little feeble thing,
The Savior did with blood redeem,
That you might cleave with love to Him,
And His sweet praises sing.
Yes, you can love, and love is more
Than any outward deed;
You may His blessed name adore,-
What can the highest angel more?
Your Friend in every need.
HYMN FOR A CHILD.
“He shall gather the lambs with His arm, and carry them in His bosom.”
HAST thou heard thy Shepherd's voice?
Well it may thy heart rejoice!
For in great and tenderest love
Down He came from heaven above,
And became a babe, that He
Might thy God and Savior be.
Look at Jesus'! At His birth
Angels sang of "Peace on earth;”
When in swaddling clothes arrayed,
He was in a manger laid:
For thy sake, O wondrous grace!
Jesus took that lowly place.
Look upon Him when a child,
Holy, spotless, meek, and mild;
Every look, and word, and way,
Naught but perfectness display:
He to thee His grace will give,
And will teach thee how to live
.
See Him on the shameful tree;
There He died, dear "lamb," for thee;
There He made thy peace with God,
And redeemed thee with His blood:
Listen to thy Shepherd's voice,
And to follow Him rejoice.