Sunday Night.

The holy Sabbath day has fled;
    And has it been well spent?
Have I remembered what was said,
    And why the day was sent?

May I be better all the week,
    For what to-day has taught;
May I God's love and favor seek,
    And do the things I ought!

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Sunday.

God made the day of rest,
    The holy Sabbath day,
For us to think and talk of Him,
    And not for work or play.

I'll put away my toys
    Safely, the night before;
And Sundays I'll be very still,
    Till Monday comes once more.

And then mamma will say,
    That, though I am so small,
I yet can please the great, good God,
    Who takes care of us all.

I love these Sabbath days,
    Which God to us doth give;
And may I love them more and more,
    Each day and year I live!

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Evening Hymn.

God has kept me, dearest mother.
    Kindly, safely, through the day:
Let me thank Him for His goodness,
    Ere the twilight fades away.

For my home and friends I thank Him,
    For my father, mother dear;
For the hills, the trees, the flowers,
    And the sky so bright and clear.

If I have been kind and gentle,
    If I've spoken what was true,
Or if I've been cross and selfish,
    He has seen and known it, too.

Those I love He will watch over,
    Though they may be far away,
For he loves good little children,
    And will hear the words they say.

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Morning Hymn.

Now a new day just begun,
    I'll try to spend it well;
That I may have, when eveningcomes,
    No naughty deeds to tell.

So through my life may every day
    Be better than the past;
That God may take me, when I die,
    To live in heaven at last.

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Evening Hymn.

The bird within its nest
    Has sung its evening hymn,
And I must go to quiet rest,
    As the bright west grows dim.

I see the twinkling star,
    That, when the sun has gone,
Is shining out the first afar,
    To tell us day is done.

If on this day I've been
    A selfish, naughty child,
May God forgive the wrong I've done,
    And make me kind and mild.

May he still bless and keep
    My father, mother dear;
And may the eye that cannot sleep
    Watch o'er our pillows here,

And guard us from all ill,
    Through this long, silent night,
And bring us, by His holy will,
    To see the morning light.

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Evening Hymn.

Now the sun hath gone to rest,
Stars are coming faint and dim,
And the bird within his nest
Sweetly sings his evening hymn.

Have I tried mamma to mind?
Was I gentle in my play?
Have I been a true and kind,
Pleasant little girl to-day?

Then will God take care of me
Kindly, through the long dark night;
Bright and happy, I shall see
Once again the morning light.

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Evening Hymn.

The sun has set behind the hill,
    The bird is sleeping in his nest;
And now, when all around is still,
    I lay me down to welcome rest.

May the kind God, who lives above,
    And watches o'er us day and night,
Bless us, and grant us, in His love,
    Again to see the morning light.

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