Children
 

A MOTHERíS PRAYER.

I Wash the dirt from little feet,
And as I wash I pray,
Lord, keep them ever pure and true,
To walk the narrow way.

I wash the dirt from little hands,
And earnestly I ask,
Lord, may they ever yielded be
To do the humble task.

I was the dirt from little knees,
And pray Lord may they be,
The place where victories are won,
And orders sought from thee.

I wash the clothes that soil so soon,
And pray Lord may her dress,
Throughout eternal ages be,
Thy robe of righteousness.

Err many hours pass I know,
Iíll wash these hands again,
And thereíll be stains upon her dress,
Before the day shall end.

But as she journeys on through life,
And learns of want and pain,
Lord keep her precious little heart,
Cleansed from all sin and stain.

For soap and water cannot reach,
Where Thou alone caníst see,
Her hands and feet I can wash,
The rest I leave to Thee.
(R.A.)


A MOTHERíS LOVE

A motherís love a motherís care
No earthly love can it compare
It had itís source in heaven above
A proof to all that God is Love
. (R.A.)
 


CHILDREN WERE TO THE SAVIOUR BROUGHT

Children were to the Saviour brought
By mothers who their blessing sought
Forbid them not to come, He said
His holy hands on them were laid.

God’s love goes out to young and old
His love to man cannot be told.
It was expressed on Calvary’s tree
When Jesus died for you and me.
 


 BIRTHDAYS

Happy Birthday (NAME) to you
Happier still when you have two
One on earth and one in heaven
Then you’ll know your sins forgiven

Jesus loves you (NAME) dear
In His arms you’ll never fear
You will find Him good and true
Won’t you trust my Saviour too

TUNE:  JESUS LOVES ME THIS I KNOW


AN APPEAL

Little children trust this One
He is God’s Beloved Son
Trust Him in your early days
And you’ll live to sing His praise


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