LEAD ME, PRECIOUS SAVIOUR. MRS. Jos. F. KNAPP. 1. Lead me, lead me, Lead me precious Saviour In - to the narrow way, In-to the narrow way, Fold me, fold me, Fold me to thy bosom, And may I nev-er stray, O never stray, And I will praise thee ev-ermore, yes evermore, And I will praise thee evermore, yes, ev-er-more. Copyright, 1869, Joseph P. Knapp. 287 A child's prayer. 2 I will love thee, May sinful thoughts depart, O take them from my heart.-CHO. GROWING UP FOR JESUS. 3 Lead me, fold me, WM. J. KIRKPATRICK. 1. Growing up for Je-sus, we are truly blest, In his smile is welcome, in his arms our rest, GROWING UP FOR JESUS.-Concluded. CHORUS. D. S Growing up for Je-sus, till in him com-plete, Growing up for Je-sus, oh, his work is sweet: heaven to guard A little child like me! Thy beautiful and shin - ing face I comes from the heart and it speaks in the eye, O happy are we today. Happy to-day. yes hap-py to-day, tecting a gar-den all blooming with flowers, And sparkling with joy and light. Happy dear friends are we, are we; Joy-ful the song now floating a-long, Happy, dear friends are we. little hands, That ful-fill the Lord's commands; Beautiful the little eyes, BEAUTIFUL, THE LITTLE HANDS.-Concluded. ful, beautiful little eyes, Kindled with light from the skies. 291 Something for each to do. 2 All the little hands were made, 3 All the little lips should pray To the Saviour, ev'ry day; LITTLE BUDS OF PROMISE. All the little feet should go 4 What your little hands can do, T. Corben. Mrs. Jos. F. KNAPP. 1. Blooming all for Jesus In a gar-den fair, Fold-ed on his bo-som, Sheltered by his care. CHORUS. Lit-tle buds of prom-ise, Hap-py now are we, Saviour, keep us ev er Ver-y near to thee; 292 Suffer them to come. 2 We would shine for Jesus, Don't you think we may, Like the pretty sunbeams Shining on our way.-CHO. MRS. JOSEPH F. KNAP COME WITH REJOICING. March time. 1. Come with re-joic-ing, come with delight, Nature is waking, glad and bright; Hearts overflow-ing 4 CHORUS. gath-er to-day, Fill us with rapture, Lord, we pray. Praise our Redeem-er, tell of his love, Praise our Redeemer, God a-bove. Tell of his mercy, boundless and free, None can pro-tect us, rall. Lord, like thee. Tell of his mercy, boundless and free, None can pro-tect us, Lord, like thee. |