Let Christian courage guard my youth;
      That courage give to me
    Which ever speaks and acts the truth,
      And puts its trust in thee.

HYMN.

    Will God, who made the earth and sea,
      The night, and shining day,
    Regard a little child like me,
      And listen when I pray?

    If I am hungry, poor, and cold,
      Then will he hear my cry? 
    And when I shall be sick and old,
      O, then will God be nigh?

    Yes; in his holy word we read
      Of his unfailing love;
    And when his mercy most we need,
      His mercy he will prove.

    To those who seek him, he is near;
      He looks upon the heart,
    And from the humble and sincere
      He never will depart.

    He sees our thoughts, our wishes knows,
      He hears our faintest prayer;
    Where’er the faithful Christian goes,
      He finds his Father there.

    Obedient children need not fear;
      God is a faithful friend,
    And when no other help is near,
      He will deliverance send.

    Then fear not hunger, cold, or pain,
      But fear to disobey
    That power which does your life sustain,
      And guards you every day.

“Thy will be done.”

    How sweet to be allowed to pray
      To God, the Holy One,
    With filial love and trust to say,—­
      “Father, thy will be done!”

    We in these sacred words can find
      A cure for every ill;
    They calm and soothe the troubled mind,
      And bid all care be still.

    O, let that will, which gave me breath
      And an immortal soul,
    In joy or grief, in life or death,
      My every wish control!

    O, could my heart thus ever pray,
      Thus imitate thy Son! 
    Teach me, O God, with truth to say,—­
      “Thy will, not mine, be done!”

SABBATH DAY.

    How sweet upon this sacred day,
      The best of all the seven,
    To cast our earthly thoughts away,
      And think of God and heaven!

    How sweet to be allowed to pray
      Our sins may be forgiven;
    With filial confidence to say,
      “Father, who art in heaven”!

    With humble hope to bend the knee,
      And, free from folly’s leaven,
    Confess that we have strayed from thee,
      Thou righteous Judge in heaven!

    And if to make all sin depart
      In vain the will has striven,
    He who regards the inmost heart
      Will send his grace from heaven.

    If from the bosom that is dear
      By cold unkindness driven,
    The heart that knows no refuge here
      Shall find a friend in heaven.

    Then hail, thou sacred, blessed day,
      The best of all the seven,
    When hearts unite their vows to pay
      Of gratitude to Heaven.