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# Hymns for Childhood/The Stars

THE STARS.
The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth his handy-work.—Psalm xix. 1.
No cloud obscures the summer sky, The moon in brightness walks on high, And, set in azure, every Star Shines, a pure gem of heaven, afar!
Child of the earth! oh! lift thy glance To yon bright firmament's expanse; The glories of its realm explore, And gaze, and wonder, and adore!
Doth it not speak to every sense The marvels of Omnipotence?
Seest thou not there the Almighty name,
Inscribed in characters of flame?
Count o'er those lamps of quenchless light,
That sparkle through the shades of night; Behold them!—can a mortal boast
To number that celestial host?
Mark well each little Star, whose rays
In distant splendor meet thy gaze; Each is a world, by Him sustained, Who from eternity hath reigned.
Each, kindled not for earth alone, Hath circling planets of its own, And beings, whose existence springs From Him, the all-powerful King of kings.
Haply, those glorious beings know Nor stain of guilt, nor tear of woe;
But raising still the adoring voice, For ever in their God rejoice.
What then art thou, oh! child of clay! Amid creation's grandeur, say?
—E'en as an insect on the breeze,
E'en as a dew-drop, lost in seas!
Yet fear thou not!—the sovereign hand,
Which spread the ocean and the land,
And hung the rolling spheres in air,
Hath, e'en for thee, a Father's care!
Be thou at peace! the all-seeing eye,
Pervading earth, and air, and sky,
The searching glance which none may flee,
Is still, in mercy, turned on thee.
# Hymns for Christian Devotion/John Was The Prophet Of The Lord

John was the prophet of the Lord To go before his face; The herald which the Prince of Peace Sent to prepare his ways.
"Behold the Lamb of God," he cries, "That takes our guilt away; I saw the Spirit o'er his head, On his baptizing day.
"Be every vale exalted high, Sink every mountain low; The proud must stoop, and humble souls Shall his salvation know.
"Behold the Morning Star arise, Ye that in darkness sit; He marks the path that leads to peace, And guides our doubtful feet.
# Hymns for Childhood/The Northern Spring

THE NORTHERN SPRING.
When the soft breath of Spring goes forth, Far o'er the mountains of the North, How soon those wastes of dazzling snow With life, and bloom, and beauty glow!
Then bursts the verdure of the plains, Then break the streams from icy chains; And the glad rein-deer seeks no more Amidst deep snows his mossy store.
Then the dark pine-wood's boughs are seen Fring'd tenderly with living green; And roses, in their brightest dyes, By Lapland's founts and lakes arise.
Thus, in a moment, from the gloom And the cold fetters of the tomb,
Thus shall the blest Redeemer's voice Call forth his servant's to rejoice.
For He, whose word is truth, hath said,
His power to life shall wake the dead,
And summon those he loves, on high,
To "put on immortality!"
Then, all its transient sufferings o'er,
On wings of light the soul shall soar,
Exulting, to that blest abode,
Where tears of sorrow never flowed.
# Hymns for Childhood/The Ocean

THE OCEAN.
They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters, these see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep.—Psalm cvii. 23, 24.
He that in venturous barks hath been  A wanderer on the deep, Can tell of many an awful scene,  Where storms for ever sweep.
For many a fair, majestic sight  Hath met his wandering eye, Beneath the streaming northern light,  Or blaze of Indian sky.
Go! ask him of the whirlpool's roar,
 Whose echoing thunder peals Loud, as if rushed along the shore  An army's chariot wheels;
Of icebergs, floating o'er the main,
 Or fixed upon the coast,
Like glittering citadel or fane,
 'Mid the bright realms of frost;
Of coral rocks, from waves below  In steep ascent that tower,
And fraught with peril, daily grow,
 Formed by an insect's power;
Of sea-fires, which at dead of night  Shine o'er the tides afar,
And make the expanse of ocean bright,  As heaven, with many a star.
Oh God! thy name they well may praise,
 Who to the deep go down,
And trace the wonders of thy ways,
 Where rocks and billows frown!
If glorious be that awful deep,
 No human power can bind,
What then art Thou, who bidst it keep  Within its bounds confined!
Let heaven and earth in praise unite,  Eternal praise to Thee,
Whose word can rouse the tempest's might,
 Or still the raging sea!
# Hymns for Childhood/The Rivers

THE RIVERS.
Go! trace th' unnumbered Streams, o'er earth  That wind their devious course,
That draw from Alpine heights their birth,
 Deep vale, or cavern source.
Some by majestic cities glide,
 Proud scenes of man's renown, Some lead their solitary tide,
 Where pathless forests frown.
Some calmly roll o'er golden sands,  Where Afric's deserts lie;
Or spread, to clothe rejoicing lands  With rich fertility.
These bear the bark, whose stately sail  Exulting seems to swell;
While these, scarce rippled by a gale,
 Sleep in the lonely dell.
Yet on, alike, though swift or slow  Their various waves may sweep, Through cities or through shades they flow  To the same boundless deep.
Oh! thus, whate'er our path of life,
 Through sunshine or through gloom,
Through scenes of quiet or of strife,
 Its end is still the tomb.
The chief, whose mighty deeds we hail,
 The monarch throned on high,
The peasant in his native vale,
 All journey on–to die!
But if Thy guardian care, my God!
 The pilgrim's course attend,
I will not fear the dark abode,
 To which my footsteps bend.
For thence thine all-redeeming Son,
 Who died the world to save,
In light, in triumph, rose, and won  The victory from the grave!
# Hymns for Childhood/The Sky Lark—Child's Morning Hymn

THE SKY-LARK.
CHILD’S MORNING HYMN.
The Sky-lark, when the dews of morn
Hang tremulous on flower and thorn,
And violets round his nest exhale Their fragrance on the early gale,
To the first sunbeam spreads his wings,
Buoyant with joy, and soars, and sings.
He rests not on the leafy spray,
To warble his exulting lay,
But high above the morning cloud Mounts in triumphant freedom proud,
And swells, when nearest to the sky,
His notes of sweetest ecstacy.
Thus, my Creator! thus the more
My spirit's wing to Thee can soar,
The more she triumphs to behold Thy love in all thy works unfold,
And bids her hymns of rapture be Most glad, when rising most to Thee!
# Hymns for Childhood/The Thunder Storm

THE THUNDER STORM.
Deep, fiery clouds o'ercast the sky,
 Dead stillness reigns in air,
There is not e'en a breeze, on high  The gossamer to bear.
The woods are hushed, the waves at rest,
 The lake is dark and still,
Reflecting on its shadowy breast,
 Each form of rock and hill.
The lime-leaf waves not in the grove,
 Nor rose-tree in the bower;
The birds have ceased their songs of love,
 Awed by the threatening hour.
'Tis noon;—yet Nature's calm profound  Seems as at midnight deep; But hark! what peal of awful sound  Breaks on creation's sleep?
The thunder bursts!—its rolling might  Seems the firm hills to shake;
And in terrific splendor bright,
 The gathered lightenings break.
Yet fear not, shrink not thou, my child!
 Though by the bolt's descent Were the tall cliffs in ruins piled,
 And the wide forests rent.
Doth not thy God behold thee still,  With all-surveying eye?
Doth not his power all nature fill,  Around, beneath, on high?
Know, hadst thou eagle-pinions free,
 To track the realms of air,
Thou could'st not reach a spot where He  Would not be with thee there!
In the wide city's peopled towers,  On the vast ocean's plains,
'Midst the deep woodland's loneliest bowers,
 Alike the Almighty reigns!
Then fear not, though the angry sky  A thousand darts should cast;— Why should we tremble, e'en to die,
 And be with Him at last?
# Hymns for our Lord's Resurrection

HYMNS
FOR OUR
LORD's Resurrection.
LONDON:
HYMNS
FOR OUR
LORD's Resurrection.
* Hymn I: All ye that seek the Lord who died
* Hymn II: Sinners, dismiss your Fear
* Hymn III: Happy Magdalene, to whom
* Hymn IV: Jesus, the Rising Lord of all
* Hymn V: Object of all our Knowledge here
* Hymn VI: Come then, thou Prophet of the Lord
* Hymn VII: Jesu, shew us thy Salvation
* Hymn VIII: Rejoice, the Lord is King!
* Hymn IX: Father God, we glorify
* Hymn X: O Jesus, our King
* Hymn XI: Come ye that seek the Lord
* Hymn XII: Rise all who seek the Crucified
* Hymn XIII: Break forth into Praise!
* Hymn XIV: Ye men of Israel, hear
* Hymn XV: Christ, our Living Head draw near
* Hymn XVI: All hail the True Elijah
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# In the Reign of Coyote/The Ant and the Snow

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THE ANT AND THE SNOW
HE next day, after their siesta, the children would not give Tecla any peace until she had told them the ant story she had promised.
Once a little ant was out walking, and some snow fell and hurt its leg.
"Oh, oh!" he cried; "my poor leg!"
"What 's the matter?" asked the snow.
"Oh! I have hurt my leg. Can you help me?"
"I cannot," said the snow. "Ask the sun. It is stronger than I, for it melts me."
So the ant went to the sun and said, "O Sun, I have hurt my leg. Will you help me?"
"I cannot," said the sun. "Ask the cloud. It is stronger than I, for it covers me."
Then the ant went to the cloud. "O Cloud, I have hurt my leg. Will you help me?"
​"I cannot," said the cloud. "Ask the wind. It is stronger than I, for it blows me across the sky."
The ant went to the wind and said, "O Wind, I have hurt my leg. Will you help me?"
"I cannot," said the wind. "Ask the adobe. It is stronger than I, for it stops me."
Then the ant went to the adobe. "O Adobe, I have hurt my leg. Will you help me?"
"I cannot," said the adobe. "Ask the mouse. It is stronger than I, for it makes holes in me."
So the ant went to the mouse and said, "O Mouse, I have hurt my leg. Will you help me?"
"I cannot," said the mouse. "Ask the cat. It is stronger than I, for it eats mice."
The ant went to the cat. "O Cat, I have hurt my leg. Will you help me?"
"I cannot," said the cat. "Ask the dog. It is stronger than I, for it worries me."
So the ant went to the dog and said, "O Dog, I have hurt my leg. Will you help me?"
"I cannot," said the dog. "Ask the stick. It is stronger than I, for it beats me."
The ant went to the stick and said, "O Stick, I have hurt my leg. Will you help me?"
"I cannot," said the stick. "Ask the fire. It is stronger than I, for it burns me."
​Then the ant went to the fire. "O Fire, I have hurt my leg. Will you help me?"
"I cannot," said the fire. "Ask the water. It is stronger than I, for it quenches me."
The ant went to the water and said, "O Water, I have hurt my leg. Will you help me?"
"I cannot," said the water. "Ask the ox. It is stronger than I, for it drinks me."
Then the ant went to the ox and said, "O Ox, I have hurt my leg. Will you help me?"
"I cannot," said the ox. Ask the knife. It is stronger than I, for it kills oxen."
Then the ant went to the knife. "O Knife, I have hurt my leg. Will you help me?"
"I cannot," said the knife. "Ask the blacksmith. He is stronger than I, for he made me."
So the ant went to the blacksmith and said, "O Blacksmith, I have hurt my leg. Will you help me?"
And the blacksmith took a tiny piece of hemp and bound up the leg, and the little ant crawled away home happy.
"Well, I 'm glad the poor ant got its leg fixed at last," said Juañita.
"I 'll show you that my legs are stronger than yours, Nita, by racing you to the house"; and the children were soon flying up the hill, with Tecla following leisurely after them.
# In the Reign of Coyote/The Big Frog and the Little Frogs

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THE BIG FROG AND THE LITTLE FROGS
HAT afternoon, as Tecla was dressing the children after their siesta, they clamored for the other frog story.
"Tell it to us now, please, Tecla."
"Impatient ones! Shall I waste the little breath this hot sun leaves me? No, no; let us go to the spring first, and then if you are good, we will see what I can remember."
When they were settled in the oak's cool shade, she told them the promised story.
Once there was a long, long rain, and all the ground was wet. Three little frogs crept into a hole to keep themselves dry. After a while a big frog came along, looked in, and said, "Come, come, what are you doing in there?"
"We came in here so that we should n't get drowned," answered the little frogs.
​"I don't want to get drowned, either; so let me in, too."
"Well, come in, Big Frog"; and they huddled together to make room for him.
The big frog came in. In a little while he took a big breath and puffed out his sides.
The little frogs all cried, "Oh, don't do that. You are squeezing us."
The big frog said nothing, but after a while he again took a long breath and puffed out his sides still more.
Then the little frogs cried, "Oh, oh! you are squeezing us so that we can't stand it."
The big frog answered, "Well, if you don't like it in here, Young Frogs, you 'd better get out"; and he took another big breath and squeezed the little frogs so hard that they were pushed out into the cold rain.
"And did the poor little frogs have to stay out in the rain all day?" asked Juañita.
"Oh, that did n't hurt them!" answered her brother. "Frogs are always crying for rain, and when it does n't come they find a creek or a spring. See that one now in the brass buttons. Just watch me hit him." But Antonio's carefully aimed acorn missed the shining little green coat.
​"O Tonio!" began Juanita, when Tecla frightened away her words by exclaiming, "See that little black ant on your skirt, Nita. I wonder if he is coming from the blacksmith's."
"From the blacksmith's? From Wantasson's? Why would an ant be at a blacksmith's?"
"I know one ant that went to a blacksmith, and it was fortunate for him that he did. My godfather told me about him."
"Oh, tell us about it, Tecla! Tell it just the way your godfather told it to you."
"No more to-day. To-morrow I will tell you, but now you can ask your blacksmith for a story. I shall take a nap here. I have to rest some time."
Finding it hopeless to persuade her, the children wandered back to the quadrangle.
# In the Reign of Coyote/The Cricket and the Cougar

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THE CRICKET AND THE COUGAR
NE day Juañita and Tecla were sewing in the courtyard, while Antonio lay on his back near their feet watching a humming bird dart in and out of the trumpet flowers. Suddenly Antonio turned over and raised himself to a sitting position. "I wish these ants would let a person enjoy his own yard," he grumbled.
That gave Juañita a thought. "Tecla, do you know any more stories about the ant?" she asked.
"No more about the ant, but I know one about his cousin, the cricket. My godmother told it to me when I was smaller than you, Nita. If you will keep on with your seam and not waste your time, I will tell you that story now."
​Juañita straightened herself up in her chair and smoothed out her towel. Then, as she drew her needle in and out, Tecla told them the story.
One day the cougar was out walking in the woods. As he was stepping near an old rotten log, he heard a tiny voice say, Oh, please don't step there. That 's my house, and with one step more you will destroy it."
The cougar looked down and saw a little cricket sitting on the log. He roared, "And is it you, weak little creature, that dares to tell me where to step? Don't you know that I am king of the beasts?"
"You may be king of the beasts, but I am king of my house, and I don't want you to break it down, king or no king."
The cougar was amazed at such daring. "Don't you know, you weakling, that I could kill you and your house and all your relatives with one blow of my paw?"
"I may be weak, but I have a cousin no bigger than I am, who can master you in a fight."
"O-ho! o-ho!" laughed the cougar. "Well, little boaster, you have that cousin here to-morrow, and if he does not master me, I 'll crush you, and your house, and your cousin all together."
"The next day the cougar came back to the same spot"
​The next day the cougar came back to the same spot and roared, "Now, boaster, bring on your valiant cousin."
Pretty soon he heard a buzzing near his ear. Then he felt a stinging. "Oh, oh!" he roared, "get out of my ear!" But the cricket's cousin, the mosquito, kept on singing and stinging.
With every sting the cougar roared louder and scratched his ear and jumped around; but the mosquito kept on stinging and singing.
The cricket sat on the log and looked on. At last he said, "Mr. Cougar, are you satisfied to leave my house alone?"
"Yes, anything, anything," groaned the cougar, "if you will only get your cousin out of my ear."
So the cricket called the mosquito off, and then the cougar ran away and never bothered them any more.
"Once a flea got into my ear," broke in Antonio, eagerly, "and I was almost crazy until mamma put some warm oil in and drowned the flea out."
"Yes, I can remember how you cried," said his sister.
"No, you can't. You were too little then. And you 'd cry, too, with a flea thundering in your ear."
"You may put up your sewing now, Nita," said Tecla, "and play until supper time."
# Hymns for our Lord's Resurrection/Hymn X

Hymn X.
1O Jesus, our King, Thy Glory we sing, Thy Rising declare, And join the Pomp, and the Benefit share.
Thy Conquest we feel O'er Death and o'er Hell, Redeem'd from the Grave, We are bold we proclaim Thee Almighty to save.
2We know that our Head Is risen indeed, Thy Record receive, And rais'd by the Power of thy Spirit we live.
Thy Spirit attests The Truth in our Breasts, Thy Witness imparts The First Resurrection of Faith to our Hearts.
3Thou hast conquer'd beneath The Sharpness of Death, Our Souls to retrieve, And open the Kingdom to all that believe.
Believing on Thee, We rise from the Tree, And heavenward move, And fly to thy Throne on the Wings of Thy love.
​4Thy Love that o'ercame Our Sorrow and Shame, And ransom'd our Race, And sent Thee to GOD to prepare us a Place;
Follow after, it cries, To your Place in the Skies, By Immanuel led, Follow after, and suffer, and reign with your Head.
# Hymns for our Lord's Resurrection/Hymn IV

Hymn IV.
1JESUS, the Rising Lord of all, His Love to Man commends, Poor Worms He blushes not to call His Brethren and his Friends.
2Who basely all forsook their Lord In his Distress, and fled, To These He sends the joyful Word, When risen from the Dead.
3Go tell the vile Deserters!—No: My dearest Brethren tell, Their Advocate to Heaven I go, To rescue them from Hell.
4Lo! to my Father I ascend! Your Father now is He, My GOD, and yours, whoe'er depend For endless Life on me.
5Henceforth I ever live above For you to intercede, The Merit of my Dying Love, For all Mankind to plead.
6Sinners, I rose again to shew Your Sins are all forgiv'n, And mount above the Skies, that you May follow Me to Heav’n.
# Hymns for our Lord's Resurrection/Hymn IX

Hymn IX.
1FATHER GOD, we glorify, Thy Love to Adam's Seed, Love that gave thy Son to die, And rais'd Him from the Dead: Him, for our Offences slain, That we all might Pardon find, Thou hast brought to Life again The Saviour of Mankind.
2By thy own Right-hand of Power Thou hast exalted Him, Sent the Mighty Conqueror Thy People to redeem; King of Saints, and Prince of Peace, Him Thou hast for Sinners given, Sinners from their Sins to bless, And lift them up to Heaven.
​3Father, GOD, to Us impart The Gift Unspeakable, Now in every waiting Heart Thy Glorious Son reveal; Quicken'd with our Living Lord Let us in thy Spirit rise, Rise to all thy Life restor'd, And thank Thee in the Skies.
# Hymns for our Lord's Resurrection/Hymn V

Hymn V.
1OBJECT of all our Knowledge here, Our One Desire, and Hope below, Jesus, the Crucified, draw near, And with thy sad Disciples go: Our Thoughts and Words to Thee are known, We commune of Thyself alone.
2How can it be, our Reason cries, That GOD should leave his Throne above? Is it for Man th'Immortal dies! For Man, who tramples on his Love! For Man, who nail'd him to the Tree! O Love! O GOD! He dies for me!
3Why then, if Thou for me hast died, Dost Thou not yet Thyself impart? We hop'd to feel Thy Blood applied, To find Thee risen in our Heart, Redeem'd from all Iniquity, Sav'd, to the utmost sav'd, thro' Thee.
4Have we not then believ'd in vain, By Christ unsanctified, unfreed? In us He is not ris'n again, We know not but He still is dead, No Life, no Righteousness we have, Our Hopes seem buried in his Grave.
5Ah! Lord, if Thou indeed art ours, If Thou for us hast burst the Tomb, Visit us with thy quickening Powers, Come to thy mournful Followers come, Thyself to thy weak Members join, And fill us with the Life Divine.
​6Thee, the great Prophet sent from GOD, Mighty in Deed and Word we own; Thou hast on some the Grace bestow'd, Thy Rising in their Hearts made known; They publish Thee, to Life restor'd, Attesting They have seen the LORD.
7Alas for us, whose Eyes are held! Why cannot We our Saviour see? With us Thou art, yet still conceal'd: O might we hear one Word from Thee! Speak, and to our Unbelief reprove, Our Baseness to mistrust thy Love.
8Fools as we are, and slow of Heart, So backward to believe the Word! The Prophets Only Aim Thou art: They sang the Sufferings of their Lord, Thy Life for ours a Ransom given, Thy Rising to insure our Heaven.
9Ought not our Lord the Death to die, And then the glorious Life to live? To stoop; and then to go up on high? The Pain, and then the Joy receive? His Blood, the Purchase-Price lay down, Endure the Cross, and claim the Crown?
10Ought not the Members all to pass The Way their Head had pass'd before? Thro' Sufferings perfected He was, The Garment dipt in Blood He wore, That we with Him might die, and rise And bear his Nature to the Skies!
# Hymns for our Lord's Resurrection/Hymn II

Hymn II.
1SInners, dismiss your Fear, The joyful Tidings hear! This the Word that JESUS said, O believe, and feel it true, Christ is risen from the Dead, Lives the Lord who died for you!
2Haste, to his Tomb repair, And see the Tokens there; See the Place where JESUS lay, Mark the Burial-Cloaths He wore: Angels near his Relicks stay, Guards of Him who dies no more.
3Why then art Thou cast down, Thou poor afflicted One? Full of Doubts, and Griefs, and Fears, Look into that Open Grave! Died He not to dry thy Tears? Rose He not thy Soul to save?
4Know'st Thou not where to find The Saviour of Mankind? He hath borne Himself away, He from Death Himself hath freed, He on the Third glorious Day, Rose triumphant from the Dead.
5To purge thy guilty Stain He died, and rose again: Wherefore dost Thou weep and mourn? Sinner, lift thine Heart and Eye, Turn thee, to thy JESUS turn, See thy loving Saviour nigh.
6He comes His own to claim, He calls thee by thy Name: ​Drooping soul, rejoice, rejoice, See Him there to life restored! Mary—know thy Savior’s voice, Hear it, and reply, My LORD.
# Hymns for our Lord's Resurrection/Hymn VI

Hymn VI.
1COME then, thou Prophet of the LORD, Thou great Interpreter Divine, Explain thine own Transmitted Word: To Teach, and to Inspire is Thine; Thou only canst Thyself reveal: Open the Book, and loose the Seal.
2Whate'er the antient Prophets spoke Concerning Thee, O Christ, make known, Sole Subject of the Sacred Book, Thou fillest all, and Thou alone; Yet there our LORD we cannot see, Unless thy Spirit lends the Key.
3Now, Jesu, now the Veil remove, The Folly of our darken'd Heart, Unfold the Wonders of thy Love, The Knowledge of Thyself impart; Our Ear, our inmost Soul we bow; Speak, LORD, thy Servants hearken now.
4Make not as Thou wouldst farther go, Our Friend, and Counsellor, and Guide, But stay, the Path of Life to shew, Still with our Souls vouchsafe t' abide, Constrain'd by thy own Mercy stay, Nor leave us at our Close of Day.
5Come in, with thy Disciples sit, Nor suffer us to ask in vain, Nourish us, LORD, with Living Meat, Our Souls with Heavenly Bread sustain; Break to us now the Mystic Bread, And bid us on thy Body feed.
​6Honor the means ordained by Thee, The great unbloody sacrifice, The deep tremendous mystery; Thyself in our enlightened eyes Now in the broken bread made known And show us Thou art all our own.