A Child's Prayer.

1 Great God! and wilt Thou condescend
To be my Father and my Friend?
I but a child,--and Thou so high,
The Lord of earth and air and sky!

2 Art Thou my Father?--Let me be
A meek, obedient child to Thee;
And try, in word and deed and thought,
To serve and please Thee as I ought.

3 Art Thou my Father?--I'll depend
Upon the care of such a friend;
And only wish to do and be
Whatever seemeth good to Thee.

4 Art Thou my Father?--Then, at last,
When all my days on earth are past,
Send down, and take me, in Thy love,
To be Thy better child above.

449. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

The Christian Pilgrim.

1 Our country is Immanuel's ground;
We seek that promised soil;
The songs of Zion cheer our hearts,
While strangers here we toil.

2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow,
And oft are bathed in tears;
But only heaven our hopes can raise,
And sin alone, our fears.

3 We tread the path our Master trod;
We bear the cross he bore;
And every thorn that wounds our feet
His temples pierced before.

4 The flowers that spring along the road
We scarcely stoop to pluck;
We walk o'er beds of shining ore,
Nor waste one wishful look.

5 We purge our mortal dross away,
Refining as we run;
And while we die to earth and sense,
Our heaven is here begun.

450. C. M. Briggs' Coll.

The Spiritual World.

1 There is a world we have not seen,
That time can ne'er destroy,
Where mortal footstep hath not been,
Nor ear hath heard its joy.

2 There is a world,--and O how blest!
Fairer than prophets told;
And never did an angel guest
One half its peace unfold.

3 And this pure world is ever bright
With radiance all its own;
The streams of uncreated light
Flow round it from the throne.

4 Look not abroad with roving mind
To seek that fair abode;
It comes, where'er the lowly find
The perfect peace of God.

451. C. M. Croswell.

Hymn for Christmas.

1 Now gird your patient loins again,
Your wasting torches trim!
The chief of all th