Hymns, Songs, and Fables, for Young People Part 1

Hymns, Songs, and Fables, for Young People.

by Eliza Lee Follen.

PREFACE

TO THE PRESENT EDITION.

The present edition of Hymns, Songs, and Fables, has been greatly enlarged, by poems either not before printed, or that have had a very limited circulation, and also by a number of translations from the German. If they should have the good fortune to add to the innocent pleasure of the young, and deserve to become a.s.sociated in their minds with the pure and hallowed recollections of home, and happy early days, my highest ambition with regard to them be entirely gratified.

ELIZA LEE FOLLEN.

CAMBRIDGE, November 19, 1846.

HYMNS.

"SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME UNTO ME."

"Let little children come to me,"-- This is what the Saviour said; Little children, come and see Where these gracious words are read.

Often on these pages look,-- Of the love of G.o.d they tell; 'Tis indeed a holy book,-- Learn to read and love it well.

Thus you hear the Saviour speak,-- "Come ye all and learn of me"; He was gentle, lowly, meek,-- So should all his followers be.

When our Saviour from above, From his Father did descend, He took them in his arms of love, And children knew him for their friend.

All little children Jesus blessed,-- Blessed in innocence they are; Little children he caressed; Praise him in your infant prayer.

HYMN.

Praise to G.o.d! O let us raise From our hearts a song of praise!

Of that goodness let us sing Whence our lives and blessings spring.

Praise to him who made the light, Praise to him who gave us sight, Praise to him who formed the ear; Will he not his children hear?

Praise him for our happy hours, Praise him for our varied powers, For these thoughts that rise above, For these hearts he made for love,

For the voice he placed within, Bearing witness when we sin; Praise to him whose tender care Keeps this watchful guardian there.

Praise his mercy, that did send Jesus for our guide and friend; Praise him, every heart and voice, Him who makes all worlds rejoice.

HYMN FOR A LITTLE BOY.

"What, mother, makes it seem to me, When I am all alone, As if some one could hear and see, And all my thoughts were known?

"Sometimes it makes me very glad, And dance and sing with joy; Sometimes it makes me very sad, And frights your little boy.

"O, tell me, mother, tell me why; For I have never known Why 'tis I laugh, or why I cry, When I am all alone."

"My child, you never are alone; There is a watchful eye To which your very thoughts are known; 'Tis G.o.d is ever nigh.

"He made your little heart for joy, He tunes your happy song; O, then, my little timid boy, Fear only doing wrong.

"For he who makes your heart so glad, Who bids the good be gay, With the same love will make it sad, Whene'er you disobey.

"He is our Father, and he hears Your weakest, faintest prayer; He wipes away an infant's tears, And children are his care."

"THE LORD IS MY STRENGTH."

Almighty Father! I am weak, But thou wilt strengthen me, If from my heart I humbly seek For help and light from thee.

When I am tempted to do wrong, Then, Father, pity me, And make my failing virtue strong; Help me to think of thee!

Let Christian courage guard my youth; That courage give to me Which ever speaks and acts the truth, And puts its trust in thee.

HYMN.

Will G.o.d, who made the earth and sea, The night, and s.h.i.+ning day, Regard a little child like me, And listen when I pray?

If I am hungry, poor, and cold, Then will he hear my cry?

And when I shall be sick and old, O, then will G.o.d be nigh?

Yes; in his holy word we read Of his unfailing love; And when his mercy most we need, His mercy he will prove.

To those who seek him, he is near; He looks upon the heart, And from the humble and sincere He never will depart.

He sees our thoughts, our wishes knows, He hears our faintest prayer; Where'er the faithful Christian goes, He finds his Father there.

Obedient children need not fear; G.o.d is a faithful friend, And when no other help is near, He will deliverance send.

Then fear not hunger, cold, or pain, But fear to disobey That power which does your life sustain, And guards you every day.

"THY WILL BE DONE."

How sweet to be allowed to pray To G.o.d, the Holy One, With filial love and trust to say,-- "Father, thy will be done!"

We in these sacred words can find A cure for every ill; They calm and soothe the troubled mind, And bid all care be still.