It seems a long, long time ago
That I was taught to read:
And since I was a babe, I know,
'Tis very long indeed.

But months and years are passing by,
And soon must all be gone;

For day by day, as minutes fly,

Eternity comes on.

Days, months, and years, must have an end,

Eternity has none;

'T will always have as long to spend

As when it first begun!

Great God! an infant cannot tell

How such a thing can be:

I only pray that I may dwell

That long, long time with Thee.

PRAYER FOR THE BEGINNING OF A YEAR.

O HEAVENLY FATHER, grant me grace that I may begin this new year with new desires to please Thee, and to do Thy holy will in all things. Pardon, O Lord, all my past sins, and assist me by Thy holy spirit, to live more to Thy honour and glory. May I remember that life is short and uncertain, and though I am now strong and well, I know not how soon sickness and

death may come. Perhaps before the close of another year I may be called to give an account of myself to God. O may I do it with joy and not with grief. May I, whilst I live, seek, above all other things, to please Thee, and to walk in the way of Thy commandments. I desire to place my only trust in Jesus Christ, my blessed Saviour. O grant that I may be cleansed from all my sins in His precious blood, and that I may daily be made more and more fit to dwell

with Thee among the saints and angels in heaven, and serve Thee, as they do, for ever and ever. Amen.

AROUND the throne of God in heaven,
Thousands of children stand-
Children whose sins are all forgiven,
A holy, happy band.

Singing glory, glory, glory.

In flowing robes of spotless white
See every one arrayed-
Dwelling in everlasting light,

And joys that never fade.

Singing glory, glory, glory.

Once they were little things like you,
And lived on earth below,-
And could not praise, as now they do,
The Lord who loved them so.

Singing glory, glory, glory.

What brought them to that world above?
That heaven so bright and fair!
Where all is joy, and peace, and love!
How came those children there?

Singing glory, glory, glory.

Because the Saviour shed His blood
To wash away their sin-

Bathed in that pure and precious flood,
Behold them white and clean!

Singing glory, glory, glory.

On earth they sought their Saviour's grace,
On earth they loved His name;
So now they see His blessed face,
And stand before the Lamb,

Singing glory, glory, glory.

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