“Our daily bread give us,”
your young apprehension
May well understand is to pray for our food;
Although we ask bread, and no other thing mention,
God’s bounty gives all things sufficient and good.
You pray that your “trespasses may
As you forgive those that are done unto you;”
Before this you say to the God that’s in heaven,
Consider the words which you speak. Are they true?
If any one has in the past time offended
Us angry creatures who soon take offence,
These words in the prayer are surely intended
To soften our minds, and expel wrath from thence.
We pray that “temptations may never
And “deliverance beg from all evil” we find;
But we never can hope that our pray’r will avail us,
If we strive not to banish ill thoughts from our mind.
“For thine is the kingdom, the power,
and the glory,
For ever and ever,” these titles are meant
To express God’s dominion and majesty o’er ye:
And “Amen” to the sense of the whole gives assent.
“SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN, AND FORBID THEM NOT, TO COME UNTO ME”
To Jesus our Saviour some parents presented
Their children—what fears and what hopes they must feel!
When this the disciples would fain have prevented,
Our Saviour reprov’d their unseas’nable zeal.
Not only free leave to come to him was
But “Of such” were the blessed words Christ our Lord spake,
“Of such is composed the kingdom of heaven:”
The disciples, abashed, perceiv’d their mistake.
With joy then the parents their children
And earnestly begg’d that his hands he would lay
On their heads; and they made a petition still higher,
That he for a blessing upon them would pray.
O happy young children, thus brought to
To kneel at his feet, and look up in his face;
No doubt now in heaven they still are before him,
Children still of his love, and enjoying his grace.
For being so blest as to come to our Saviour,
How deep in their innocent hearts it must sink!
’Twas a visit divine; a most holy behaviour
Must flow from that spring of which then they did drink.
When the arts in their infancy were,
In a fable of old ’tis exprest,
A wise Magpye constructed that rare
Little house for young birds, call’d a nest.
This was talk’d of the whole country
You might hear it on every bough sung,
“Now no longer upon the rough ground
Will fond mothers brood over their young.
“For the Magpye with exquisite skill
Has invented a moss-cover’d cell,
Within which a whole family will
In the utmost security dwell.”