The Little Lamb.

I SAW a pretty little lamb,

Glide lightly o'er the plain,

It did not see the slayer near,

It had no thought of pain.

The slayer caught and bound it fast,

Then took its life away:

It did not moan, it did not cry,

But quietly it lay.

It made me think of that dear Lamb,

The Lamb for sinners slain,

That Jesus, who has died for us,

Who died but rose again,

Dear children, let us follow Him,

Be humble, faithful, kind;

Be anxious for each other's good,

Parents and teachers mind.

S. S. Times.