I love the name of Jesus—
Immanuel, Christ, the Lord!
Like fragrance on the breezes,
His name is spread abroad.
I long to be like Jesus—
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus—
The Father's holy child.
I long to be with Jesus,
Amid the heavenly throng,
To sing with saints his praises,
To learn the angels' song.
[The Writer unknown.]
THE END.
Macintosh, Printer, Great New-street, London.
PRAYER.
O Father in Heaven,
Thou hast made all things;
The sun, moon, and stars, the land and sea.
Thou hast made me.
Thou hast taken care of me.
I thank Thee for all thy kindness.