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 STSEBT, NKW-YORK. 
 
 •>76th Thousand. 
 
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1854, 
 
 BY CARLTON & PHILLIPS, 
 
 in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the 
 Southern District of New- York. 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 Great care has been taken in the com- 
 pilation of this Hymn-Book. The object 
 has been to make it as perfect as the pres- 
 ent state of Sunday-school hymnology will 
 admit. It has been chiefly compiled from 
 a very large collection of the best Sunday- 
 school hymn-books, published both in this 
 country and Great Britain. Some original 
 hymns have been inserted. Credits of 
 authorship have been given in the index, 
 in aU cases where it could be ascertained 
 with certainty to whom they were due. 
 
 The arrangement is strictly practical, 
 and will enable superintendents and others 
 to find hymns suited to almost any occa- 
 sion, with the least possible delay. 
 
For the information of all concerned it 
 should be stated, that this book contains 
 all the Sunday-school hymns now to be 
 found in our standard Church Hymn-Book 
 cii'id Supplement; also a selection of more 
 than one hundred of the best standard de- 
 votional hymns, reprinted from the Church 
 Hymn-Book. Beyond this, the hymns are 
 from other and numerous sources. 
 
 The collection, as a whole, will be found 
 to provide amply for all proper Sunday- 
 school purposes, even in the largest schools, 
 and it is published in the confident hope of 
 its being widely useful. 
 
 New- York, August^ 1854, 
 
ARRANGEMENT OF TOPICS. 
 
 Opening T 
 
 The Lord's Day &i 
 
 The Sunday School 4T 
 
 Infant Classes and Young Children 71 
 
 {Invitations and Warnings . . 105 
 Motives to 114 
 Blessings of 122 
 
 Privileges and Duties of the Young 129 
 
 Youth 146 
 
 '.Prayer and Praise 153 
 
 Tlie Sinner. 164 
 
 The Penitent 171 
 
 The Saviour laS 
 
 The Convert l&I 
 
 Christian Experience 193 
 
 Family Worship 200 
 
 ^ Private and Social Worship. 203 
 
 The Bible >.,.. 228 
 
 Missions o oo . 235 
 
 Anniversaries . , , , 243 
 
 ' Dedications o. . 2T1 
 
 Temperance , » . ». 274 
 
 Thanksgiving , o . . . 27<i 
 
 Christmas , . . . . 277 
 
 New- Year ,.... 280 
 
 . Miscellaneous 282 
 
 Death and Funerals 285 
 
 The Future World T 296 
 
 Closing ,,,„ 805 
 
 For Prayer Meet- 
 ings, Private, So- 
 cial, AND Public 
 Worship. 
 
 Special Occasions. - 
 
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HYMNS 
 
 OPENING. 
 
 1 CM. 
 
 iTwitaUon to praise the Bedeemer. 
 
 OFOR a thousand tongues, to sing 
 My great Redeemer's praise ; 
 The glories of my God and King, 
 The triumphs of his grace. 
 
 2 My gracious Master, and my God, 
 Assist me to proclaim, — 
 
 To spread, through all the earth abroad, 
 The honors of thy name. 
 
 3 Jesus ! — the name that charms our fears^ 
 That bids our sorrows cease ; 
 
 'T is music in the sinner's ears, 
 'T is life, and health, and peace. 
 
 4 He breaks the power of cancelled sin, 
 He sets the pris'ner free ; 
 
 His blood can make the foulest clean ; 
 His blood avail'd for me. 
 
 5 He speaks, and, list'ning to his voice. 
 New life the dead receive ; 
 
 The mournful broken hearts rejoice ; 
 The humble poor believe. 
 
SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 2 C, M. 
 
 Thanksgimng. 
 
 FATHER of mercies, let our songs 
 With thee acceptance find ; . 
 Thy loving-kindness we confess, 
 To us and all mankind. 
 
 2 Thanks for creation are thy due, 
 For life preserved by thee ; 
 
 And all the blessings life affords. 
 So great, and yet so free. 
 
 3 Thanks for redemption above all, 
 To us in Jesus given ; 
 
 Thanks for the means of grace on earth, 
 And for the hope of heaven. 
 
 4 O let a sense of this thy grace 
 Our best affections move, 
 
 That while our lips thy praise proclaim, 
 Our hearts may feel thy love ! 
 
 3 L.M. 
 
 Prayer for Help and Guida/nee. 
 
 OUR Father, bless the youthful band 
 That humbly bow before thee here ; 
 Uphold us by thy mighty hand. 
 And keep us in thy faith and fear. 
 
 2 O fill our minds with thoughts of thee, 
 Help us to walk as in thy sight ; 
 
 Grant us thy grace from sin to flee, 
 And in the ways of truth delight. 
 
 3 And O ! when life's short day is done,-« 
 Its cares, its pains, its labours o'er, — 
 
 Grant, through the merits of thy Son, 
 That we may meet to part no more ! 
 
 4 In that blest home, that better land, 
 To which our longing eyes we raise, 
 
 A happy, ransom'd, glorious band. 
 Together may we sing thy praise. 
 
OPENING. 9 
 
 4 L. M. 
 
 Trihute. of Praise to the Scmiour. 
 
 JESUS, thou everlasting King, 
 Accept the tribute which we bring ; 
 Accept thy well-deserved renown, 
 And wear our praises as thy crown, 
 
 2 Let every act of worship be 
 Like our espousals, Lord, to thee : 
 Like the blest hour, when from above 
 We first received the pledge of love. 
 
 3 The gladness of that happy day, 
 O may it ever, ever stay : 
 
 Nor let our faith forsake its hold, 
 Nor hope decline, nor love grow cold. 
 
 4 Let every moment, as it flies, 
 Increase thy praise, improve our joys, 
 Till we are raised to sing thy name, 
 At the great supper of the Lamb. 
 
 5 CM... 
 
 Go(Vs care of Children. 
 
 WE bless the Lord, our God and King, 
 The gracious and the good, 
 Who gives to every living thing 
 Its needful daily food. 
 
 2 God sets the glorious sun in heaven, 
 By day to give us light ; 
 
 And draws the starrer shades of even 
 Around us every night. 
 
 3 His ear is open to our prayer, 
 His mercy never fails ; 
 
 And we may sing his tender care, 
 For still his love prevails. 
 
 4 In him may youthful hearts rejoice, 
 And hallelujah sing ; 
 
 While men of might lift up their voice 
 To bless our God and King. 
 
10 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 6 CM. 
 
 Iwoitation to worship. 
 
 COME, let us join our cheerful songs 
 With angels round the throne : 
 Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
 But all their joys are one. 
 
 2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, 
 To be exalted thus : 
 
 Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply, 
 For he was slain for us. 
 
 3 Jesus is worthy to receive 
 Honor and power divine ; 
 
 And blessings more than we can give. 
 Be, Lord, forever thine. 
 
 4 The whole creation join in one. 
 To bless the sacred name 
 
 Of Him that sits upon the throne. 
 And to adore the Lamb. 
 
 7 L. M. 
 
 The Creation invited to praise God, 
 
 EROM all that dwell below the skies, 
 Let the Creator's praise arise ; 
 Let the Redeemer's name be sung. 
 Through every land, by every tongue. 
 
 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; 
 Eternal truth attends thy word : 
 
 Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 
 Till suns shall rise and set no more. 
 
 3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring ; 
 In songs of praise divinely sing ; 
 
 The great Salvation loud proclaim, 
 And shout for joy the Saviour's name. 
 
 4 In every land begin the song ; 
 To every land the strains belong : 
 In cheerful sounds all voices raise, 
 And fill the world with loudest praise. 
 
OPENING. 11 
 
 8 C. M. 
 
 Sunday-Sdwol Privileges. 
 
 THOU art our Shepherd, gracious God : 
 Thy little flock behold ; 
 And guide us by thy staff and rod, 
 The children of thy fold. 
 
 2 We praise thy name that we are brought 
 To this delightful place ; 
 
 Where we are watch'd, and warned, and taught, 
 The children of thy grace. 
 
 3 O may our friends who meet us here, 
 Meet us at last above, 
 
 And they and we in heaven appear, 
 The children of thy love. 
 
 9 8th P. M. 87, 87, 47. 
 
 Suffer Little Children to come unto Me» 
 
 SAVIOUR, at thy footstool bending, 
 U We a youthful band appear ; 
 May our grateful songs ascending 
 
 Reach and please thy gracious ear : 
 Thus to praise thee 
 
 Make and keep our hearts sincere. 
 
 2 No harsh words of indignation 
 Drive this little flock from thee ; 
 
 Gentle is thine invitation : 
 " Suffer them to come to me." 
 
 Dearest Saviour, 
 Let us each thy kingdom see 
 
 3 Take us, then, thou kind Protector 
 Keep us by thy watchful care ; 
 
 Be our Shepherd, Friend, Director ; 
 In thine arms of mercy bear. 
 
 Guide to glory : 
 We shall dwell in safety there. 
 
; SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 1 Q P. M. 77, 77, 47. 
 
 Thou art worthy. 
 
 GRATEFUL praise to thee we bring, 
 God our Saviour and our King ; 
 While our feeble songs we raise, 
 Hear us from thy dwelling-place. 
 
 Thou art worthy, 
 God of glory, God of grace. 
 
 2 Thou hast made us by thy power, 
 Thou hast kept us to this hour ; 
 Guardian of our helpless days, 
 Hear, O hear, our humble lays. 
 
 Thou art worthy, 
 God of glory, God of grace. 
 
 3 For thy life of righteousness, 
 For thy death of shame, we bless ; 
 For thy sanctifying grace, 
 
 We our loud hosannas raise. 
 
 Thou art worthy, 
 God of glory, God of grace. 
 
 4 Though but creatures of a day. 
 Soon like flowers to pass away, 
 Thou canst raise us by thy power. 
 Up where seraphim adore. 
 
 Thou art worthy, 
 God of glory, God of grace. 
 
 11 S. M 
 
 The Gate of Heaven, 
 
 WITHIN these walls be peace, 
 Love through our borders found, 
 In all our youthful palaces 
 Prosperity abound. 
 
 2 God scorns not humble things ; 
 
 Here, though the proud despise. 
 The children of the King of kings 
 
 Are training for the skies. 
 
OPENING. 13 
 
 12 C.M. 
 
 CMldrerCs Morning Ilynvn. 
 
 AGAIN, O Lord, we rise to see 
 The glories of the day ! 
 Let our first thoughts ascend to thee, 
 And teach our hearts to pray. 
 
 2 We laid us down, and slept in peace. 
 For thou wert near us still ; 
 
 Let us this day our Saviour please. 
 And do his holy will. 
 
 3 Beneath thine eye we still are found. 
 The same by night or day ; 
 
 O let thy goodness guard us round, 
 And guide us in thy way. 
 
 4 Assist us, Lord, this day to live 
 Obedient to thy word ; 
 
 Nor let us thy good Spirit grieve. 
 Nor sin against the Lord. 
 
 5 Let us, with every day we live, 
 Be better fit for heaven ; 
 
 Thy grace improve as we receive. 
 And live and die forgiven. 
 
 ;[3 5th P. M. 4 Zme5 7s, 
 
 Confession of God''s Mercies. 
 pHILDREN, join your God to bless, 
 \J Gratefully nis care confess ; 
 Of his bounties you have shared. 
 He your lives has kindly spared. 
 
 2 Spared, again in school to meet ; 
 Spared, to bow at Jesus' feet ; 
 Spared, to see this holy day : 
 With your teachers sing and pray. 
 
 3 Now you meet to read the word, 
 Word of Christ your King and Lord ; 
 Lord, who died that you might live— • 
 Then to him your service give. 
 
14 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 I 4 7th P. M. 8 lines 7s. 
 
 The Shepherd and his Flock. 
 
 JESUS, Shepherd of thy sheep, 
 Hither with thy flock we come ; 
 All our souls in mercy keep. 
 
 Never from thy side to roam. 
 Take the lambs within thine arms, 
 
 Gently to thy bosom press'd ; 
 
 From all sin and mortal harms, 
 
 In thy free salvation bless'd. 
 
 2 Where the gentlest waters flow. 
 Thither, Lord, each wand'rer lead ; 
 
 Where the greenest pastures grow. 
 
 There securely let us feed. 
 Close beside the shelt'ring rock. 
 
 When the desert wind is high. 
 Gather all our little flock 
 
 Till the tempest shall pass by. 
 
 3 Vain each under-shepherd's care, 
 Unless thou thy blessing give : 
 
 Hear, O Lord, our humble prayer ; 
 
 Let us in thy favor live. 
 And when death's dark shadows fall, 
 
 And the day of life shall close. 
 May each lamb, each shepherd, all 
 
 In thy heavenly fold repose. 
 
 15 I'M- 
 
 The Lord's Blessing implored. 
 
 THY name. Almighty Lord, we praise. 
 Whose varied goodness crowns our days 
 O let thy Spirit's gracious power 
 Descend, and consecrate this hour. 
 
 2 Give us to feel that thou art here ; 
 And may we worship in thy fear : 
 Our secret thoughts before thee lie. 
 And naught we do escapes thine eye. 
 
OPENING. 15 
 
 3 Now let thy blessing rest, O Lord, 
 Upon instruction from thy word ; 
 And may we all rejoice to meet, 
 And sit and learn at Jesus' feet. 
 
 16 L.M. 
 
 Assembling in School. 
 
 "VrOW we are met to read and pray, 
 i 1 And hear what our kind teachers say ; 
 Let every child attentive be 
 To Him who every child can see. 
 
 2 He dwells in heaven ; but he is here : 
 He lives on high ; but he is near : 
 
 He knows our thoughts and wishes too, 
 And knows what we 're about to do. 
 
 3 The careless soul, the roving mind. 
 Will not divine instruction find; 
 The serious and the thoughtful youth 
 Will learn the ways of God and truth. 
 
 4 Then let us all be wise and learn 
 How from the ways of sin to turn ; 
 How we may fear and love the Lord, 
 And understand his holy word. 
 
 17 L.M. 
 
 Supplication. 
 
 ASSEMBLED in our school once more, 
 O Lord, thy blessing we implore ; 
 We meet to read, and sing, and pray ; 
 Be with us then through this thy day. 
 
 2 Our fervent prayer to thee ascends. 
 For parents, teachers, foes, and friends ; 
 And when we in thy house appear, 
 Help us to worship in thy fear. 
 
 3 When we on earth shall meet no more. 
 May we above to glory soar ; 
 
 And praise thee in more lofty strains, 
 Where one eternal Sabbath reigns. 
 
SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 18 C.M. 
 
 Sunday-School Morning Worship. 
 
 NOW condescend, Almighty King, 
 To bless this youthful throng ; 
 And kindly listen, while we sing 
 Our grateful morning song. 
 
 2 We come to own the Power Divine, 
 That watches o'er our days ; 
 
 Far this our cheerful voices join, 
 In hymns of grateful praise. 
 
 3 We come to learn thy holy word, 
 And ask thy tender care ; 
 
 Before thy throne. Almighty Lord, 
 We bend in humble prayer. 
 
 4 May we in safety pass this day. 
 From sin and danger free ; 
 
 And ever tread the narrow way 
 Which leads to heaven and thee. 
 
 19 S.M. 
 Morning Hymn. 
 
 THIS morning, Lord, attend. 
 While we are bow'd in prayer ; 
 And from thy glorious throne descend, 
 And in our midst appear. 
 
 2 Make this thy dwelling-place, 
 While we assembled stay ; 
 
 Inspire each youthful soul with grace, 
 And wash our sins away. 
 
 3 O let this morning be 
 Devoted to thy ways ; 
 
 And consecrate our school to thee. 
 And fill each heart with praise. 
 
 4 To child and teacher, Lord, 
 Be thy best favors given ; 
 
 And may we all, with one accord, 
 Make sure our way to heaven. 
 
OPENING. 
 
 2 Q 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. 
 
 Children invited to Christ. 
 
 CHILDREN ! listen to the Lord, 
 And obey his gracious word ; 
 Seek his face with heart and mind ; 
 Early seek, and you shall find. 
 
 2 Sorrowful your sins confess ; 
 Plead his saving righteousness ; 
 See the Saviour's bleeding side ;— • 
 Come ! you wiH not be denied. 
 
 3 For his worship now prepare ; 
 Kneel to him in fervent prayer ; 
 Serve him with a perfect heart ; 
 Never from his ways depart. 
 
 21 . L.*M. 
 
 Pra/yerfor Divine Guidance, 
 
 LET' children to their God draw near 
 With rev'rence and with holy fear ; 
 Let every knee before him bend, 
 Our Maker, Saviour, Guide, and Friend. 
 
 2 Lord, may thy mercies great and fre^* 
 Fill us with gratitude to thee ; 
 
 And still, as through the world we go, 
 More of these mercies may we know. 
 
 3 Far from our hearts, O Lord, removg 
 The evil thoughts that sinners love ; 
 And give us wisdom, day by day, 
 
 To choose the strait and narrow way. 
 
 4 In times of sickness, times of health. 
 In times of poverty or wealth, 
 
 And in our last and dying hour, 
 Save us by thine almighty power. 
 
 5 Then may we join the happy band 
 That in thy heavenly temple stand, 
 And as thy goodness we adore, 
 Sing glory, glory, evermore* 
 
 2 
 
18 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 22 c-^*- 
 
 Our Father whicJi art in Rea'ven, 
 
 TO God, who reigns above the sky, 
 Our Father and our Friend, 
 To him let all our vows be paid, 
 And all our prayers ascend. 
 'Tis he who claims our youthful hearts 
 He loves to hear us pray ; 
 By night we'll think upon his love, 
 And praise him day by day. 
 
 3 When we offend against our God, 
 We'll ask his pard'ning love : 
 
 *T was for our sins the Saviour died ; 
 He pleads for us above, 
 
 4 With all the love a father feels, 
 He pities and forgivt s ; 
 
 And though our earthly parents die, 
 Our heavenly Father lives. 
 
 23 c.M. 
 
 For a Blessing on our WorsMp. 
 
 IN thy great name, O Lord, we come, 
 To worship at thy feet ; 
 O, pour thy Holy Spirit down 
 On all that now shall meet. 
 
 2 We come to hear Jehovah speak, 
 To hear the Saviour's voice : 
 
 Thy face and favor, Lord, we seek ; 
 Now make our hearts rejoice. 
 
 3 Teach us to pray, and praise, and hear, 
 A.nd understand thy word ; 
 
 To feel thy blissful presence near, 
 And trust our living Lord. 
 
 4 Let sinners now thy goodness prove, 
 And saints rejoice in thee ; 
 
 Let rebels be subdued by love, 
 And to the Saviour llee. 
 
OPENING. 19 
 
 24 L.M. 
 
 Grateful Adoration. 
 
 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
 Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; 
 Know that the Lord is God alone, — 
 He can create, and he destroy. 
 
 2 His sov'reign power, without our aid. 
 Made us of clay, and form'd us men ; 
 
 And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd, 
 He brought us to his fold again. 
 
 3 We '11 crowd thy gates with thankful songs, 
 High as the heavens our voices raise ; 
 
 And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
 Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise, 
 
 4 Wide as the world is thy command ; 
 Vast as eternity thy love ; 
 
 Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand. 
 When rolling years shall cease to move. 
 
 25 CM, 
 
 Prayer for Light 
 
 LIGHT of the world ! shine on our souls. 
 Thy grace to us afford ; 
 And, while we meet to learn thy truth, 
 Be thou our teacher. Lord. . 
 
 2 As once thou didst thy word expound 
 To those that walk'd with thee. 
 
 So teach us. Lord, to understand, 
 And all its fullness see. 
 
 3 Its richness, sw.eetness, power, and depth, 
 Its holiness discern ; 
 
 Its joyful news of saving grace, 
 By blest experience learn. 
 
 4 Thus may thy word be dearer still, 
 And studied more each day, 
 
 And, as it richly dwells within, 
 Thyself in it display ! 
 
20 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 26 6th p. M. 6 lines 7s 
 
 Sabdath Morrdng. 
 
 SAFELY through, another week, 
 God has brought us on our way ; 
 Let us now a blessing seek, 
 
 Waiting in his courts to-day : 
 Day of all the week the best, 
 Emblem of eternal rest. 
 
 2 While we seek supplies of grace. 
 Through the dear Redeemer's name, 
 
 Show thy reconciled face ; 
 
 Take away our sin and shame : 
 From our worldly cares set free, 
 May we rest this day in thee. 
 
 3 As we meet, thy name to praise, 
 Let us feel thy presence near ; 
 
 May ilij glory .meet our eyes 
 
 While we in thy house appear : 
 There afford us, Lord, a taste 
 Of our everlasting feast. 
 
 4 May the gospel's joyful sound 
 Conquer sinners, comfort saints ; 
 
 Make the fruits of grace abound ; 
 
 Bring relief from all complaints : 
 Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, 
 Till we join the Church above. 
 
 2 7 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. 
 
 Prayer for Grace, 
 
 JESUS Christ, the Truth, the Way, 
 In thy name we meet to-day, — 
 Meet to read thy gracious word ; 
 Meet to hear of Christ the Lord. 
 2 From this hour may we, anew, 
 Seek thy holy will to do, — 
 Give to thee each youthful heart, 
 And from thee no more depart ! 
 
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 OPENING. 21 
 
 L. M. 
 
 
 
 Father^ hear us. 
 NCE more assembled on thy day, 
 
 O Father, hear us when we pray, 
 And teach us thankfully to own 
 The love that draws us near thy throne, 
 
 2 Lord, let thy grace our souls inspire 
 With holy love and heavenly fire ; 
 And let our songs of praise arise 
 
 In grateful incense to the skies. 
 
 3 O may our faith on wings of love 
 Soar upward to the realms above ; 
 And grant us fervency in prayer. 
 That we thy richest grace may share. 
 
 29 6th P. M. 6 ZzTies 7s. 
 
 Divine Teaching sought. 
 
 HOLY Lord, our hearts prepare 
 For the solemn work of prayer; 
 Grant that while we bend the knee, 
 All our thoughts may turn to thee ; 
 Let thy presence here be found, 
 Breathing peace and joy around. 
 
 2 While we come around thy throne, 
 Make thy power and glory known ; 
 As thy children may we call 
 
 On our Father, Lord of all ; 
 And with holy love and fear 
 At thy footstool now appear. 
 
 3 Teach us, while w^e breathe our woes, 
 On thy promise to rep.ose ; 
 
 All thy tender love to trace 
 In the Saviour's work of grace ; 
 Let us all in faith depend 
 On a gracious God and Friend 
 
22 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 3 
 
 9, Q C. M, 
 
 coone, let us worship. 
 
 COME, let us join the hosts above, 
 Now in our youthful days ; 
 Remember our Creator's love. 
 And lisp our Father's praise. 
 
 2 His majesty w^ill not despise 
 The day of feeble things : 
 
 Grateful the songs of children rise. 
 And please the King of kings. 
 
 3 He loves to be remember'd thus. 
 And honor'd for his grace ; 
 
 Out of the mouths of babes like us, 
 His wisdom perfects praise. 
 
 4 Glory to God, and praise, and power, 
 Honor and thanks be given ! 
 
 Children and cherubim adore 
 The Lord of earth and heaven. 
 
 3 J 9th P. M. 87, 87* 
 
 Odject and End of Sunday Schools. 
 
 ON this holy Sabbath morning 
 We again together meet. 
 To unite our hearts and voices, 
 And approach the mercy-seat. 
 
 2 Lord, may we possess a spirit 
 In accordance with thy word ; 
 
 Feeling, praying, acting, giving. 
 That thy name be spread abroad. 
 
 3 Here we come to search the Scriptures 
 Here our off'rings, too, we bring, 
 
 That the wilderness may blossom, 
 And the desert places sing ; — 
 
 4 That the many now in darkness 
 May arise to light divine ; 
 
 And the gospel in its brightness 
 O'er the darken'd earth may shine. 
 
OPENING. 23 
 
 32 CM. 
 
 Gifts implored. 
 
 LORD, we address thy heavenly throne ; 
 Though children, call us thine ; 
 O hear us when we pray to thee, 
 And form our hearts divine ! 
 
 2 Give us an humble, active mind. 
 From sloth and folly free ; 
 
 Give us a cheerful heart, inclined 
 To truth and piety. 
 
 3 A faithful memory bestow, 
 Our minds with wisdom store ; 
 
 And still, O Lord, as more we know, 
 May we obey thee more. 
 
 33 L.M. 
 
 Joy of Public Worship. 
 
 GREAT God, attend, while Zion sings 
 The joy that from thy presence springs; 
 To spend one day with thee on earth 
 Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 
 
 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place 
 Within thy house, O God of grace, 
 Not tents of ease, or thrones of power, 
 Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 
 
 3 God is our sun, he makes our day ; 
 God is our shield, he guards our way 
 From all assaults of hell and sin, 
 From foes without, and foes within. 
 
 4 All needful grace will God bestow, 
 And crown that grace with glory too ; 
 He gives us all things, and withholds 
 No real good from upright souls. 
 
 5 O God our King, whqee sov'reign sway 
 The glorious hosts of heaven obey, 
 
 And devils at thy presence flee. 
 Blest is the man that trusts in thee. 
 
24 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYM^^S. 
 
 34 s.M. 
 
 Claiming flie Prormse. 
 
 JESUS, we look to thee, 
 Thy promised^presence claim ; 
 Thou in the midst of us shalt be, 
 Assembled in thy name : 
 
 2 Thy name salvation is, 
 Which here we come to prove '. 
 
 Thy name is life, and health, and peace* 
 And everlasting love. 
 
 3 Not in the name of pride 
 Or selfishness we meet ; 
 
 From nature's paths we turn aside. 
 And worldly thoughts forget. 
 
 4 We meet the grace to take, 
 Which thou hast freely given ; 
 
 We meet on earth for thy dear sake, 
 That we may meet in heaven. 
 
 35 c.M. 
 
 GocTs Goodness. 
 
 COME, let us join, our Lord to praise 
 Whose mercy knows no end ; 
 To him our cheerful voices raise, 
 Our Father and our Friend. 
 
 2 In tender infancy, his care 
 Preserved our lives from harm ; 
 
 And now he keeps us from the snare 
 Of sin's deceitful charm. 
 
 3 He gives us friends, who seek our good. 
 And strive to make us wise ; 
 
 His bounteous hand provides our food, 
 And all our wants supplies. 
 
 4 With gratefultpraise we will proclaim 
 The mercies of our God ; 
 
 And sing the glory of his name. 
 Who bought us with his blood. 
 
OPENING. 25 
 
 36 L.M. 
 
 Solemn Bmerence. 
 
 ETERNAL Power, whose high abode 
 Becomes the grandeur of a God : 
 Infinite lengths, beyond the bounds 
 Where stars revolve their little rounds : 
 
 2 Thee while the first archangel sing«, 
 He hides his face behind his wings : 
 And ranks of shining thrones around 
 Fall worshiping, and spread the ground. 
 
 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do ? 
 "We would adore our Maker too ; 
 From sin and dust to thee we cry, 
 The Great, the Holy, and the High. 
 
 4 Earth, from afar, hath heard thy fame, 
 And worms have learn'd to lisp thy name ; 
 But O ! the glories of thy mind 
 
 Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. 
 
 5 God is in heaven, and men below : 
 Be short our tunes ; our words be few : 
 A solemn rev'rence checks our songs, 
 And praise sits silent on our tongues. 
 
 37 CM. 
 
 The Promised Blessing, 
 
 SEE, Jesus, thy disciples see ; 
 The promised blessing give ; 
 Met in thy name, we look to thee, 
 Expecting to receive. 
 
 2 Thee we expect, our faithful Lord, 
 Who in thy name are join'd ; 
 
 We wait, according to thy word, 
 Thee in the midst to find. 
 
 3 With us thou art assembled here, 
 But O, thyself reveal ; 
 
 Son of the living God, appear ! * 
 
 Let us thy presence feel. 
 
26 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 38 5th P. M. 4 lines Ts. 
 God'^s Glorious Perfections celebtxited, 
 
 GLORY be to God on high, 
 God, whose glory fills the sky ; 
 Peace on earth to man forgiven, 
 Man, the well-beloved of Heaven. 
 2*Sov'reign Father, heavenly King, 
 Thee we now presume to sing ; 
 Glad thine attributes confess. 
 Glorious all, and numberless. 
 
 3 Hc.il, by all thy works adored ! 
 Hail, the everlasting Lord ! 
 
 Thee with thankful hearts we prove, 
 God of power, and God of love. 
 
 4 Christ our Lord and God we own, 
 Christ the Father's only Son ; 
 Lamb of God for sinners slain. 
 Saviour of offending man. 
 
 5 Jesus, in thy name we pray, 
 Take, O take our sins away ; 
 Bow thine ear, in mercy bow. 
 Hear, the world's Atonement, thou ! 
 
 6 Hear, for thou, O Christ, alone. 
 Art with thy great Father one ; 
 One the Holy Ghost with thee ; 
 One supreme eternal Three.* 
 
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 Morning in Sunday Scliool. 
 
 ETERNAL God, incline thine ear. 
 Accept the tribute we would pay, 
 As once again assembled here. 
 
 We hail, with joy, this sacred day. 
 2 Come with us to thy temple. Lord ; 
 ^ Here let devotion fill each heart ; 
 -^nd may thine ever-blessed word 
 Eternal life to all impart. 
 
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 40 CM. 
 
 A Blessing on the Word. 
 
 ONCE more we come before our God ; 
 Once more his blessing ask : 
 O may not duty seem a load, 
 Nor worship prove a task. 
 
 2 Father, thy quick'ning Spirit send 
 From heaven, in Jesus' name, 
 
 And bid our waiting minds attend. 
 And put our souls in frame. 
 
 3 May we receive the word we hear, 
 Each in an honest heart ; 
 
 And keep the precious treasure there. 
 And never with it part. 
 
 4 To seek thee, all our hearts dispose ; 
 To each thy blessings suit ; 
 
 And let the seed thy servant sows. 
 Produce abundant fruit. 
 
 41 C. M. 
 
 Children imploring a Blessing. 
 
 HERE, Lord, before thy mercy-seat 
 In Christ's prevailing name, 
 Behold a band of children meet, 
 A Father's love to claim. 
 
 2 Our foolish hearts, alas, are slow 
 To understand thy way ; 
 
 O teach us. Lord, thy will to know, 
 And help us to obey. 
 
 3 Kind are the friends who bring us here 
 To learn thy holy word ; 
 
 But vain is all their toil and care, 
 Without thy blessing. Lord. 
 
 4 Fulfill their hopes ; thy grace display 
 In every youthful mind ; 
 
 And while they guide us in thy way, 
 Let them a blessing find. 
 
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 42 L. M. 
 
 Worship in the Sunday School. 
 
 HOW sweet to leave the world awhile, 
 And seek the presence of our Lord! 
 Dear Saviour, on thy children smile, 
 According to thy faithful word. 
 
 2 From worldly scenes we now retreat, 
 That we may here converse with thee ^ 
 
 O Lord, behold us at thy feet ; 
 Let this the gate of heaven be. 
 
 3 **Chief of ten thousands," now appear, 
 That we, by faith, may view thy face : 
 
 O speak, that we thy voice may hear. 
 And let thy presence fill the place ! 
 
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 Praise to t 
 
 INVITED by a Saviour's love. 
 We meet to praise his sacred name ; 
 The Church below, the Church above 
 
 Unite his glory to proclaim ; 
 And youthful voices join to swell 
 The chorus to Immanuel. 
 
 2 Do any ask why children sing. 
 
 And why approach thy heavenly seat 'i 
 It is, that v/e, O Lord, may bring 
 
 And lay our tribute at thy feet ; 
 Since thou for children too wast slain, 
 Thou wilt not deem their praises vain. 
 
 3 Lord, with thy love each bosom fill, 
 And bid each heart aspire to thee ; 
 
 Make us desire to do thy will. 
 
 From sin and folly set us free. 
 Did Jesus die that we might live ? 
 To Jesus then our souls we give. 
 
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 44 s.M. 
 
 Before Beading the Scriptwres^ 
 
 MY Saviour and my Lord, 
 To thee I lift mine eyes ; 
 Instruct me by thy holy Word, 
 And make me truly wise, • 
 
 2 Be it my chief delight 
 To read this volume o'er ; 
 
 To seek its Author day and night, 
 And love thee more and moae. 
 
 3 May this my thoughts engage, 
 In each perplexing case ; 
 
 Help me to feed on every page, 
 And grow m every grace. 
 
 4 O let it cleanse my heart, 
 And guide me all my days ; 
 
 Its wonders, Lord, to me impart. 
 And thou shalt have the praise. 
 
 45 c. M. 
 
 Jlosanna to Christ. 
 
 WHEN Jesus to the temple came, 
 The voice of praise was heard ; 
 The very children own'd his claim. 
 And in his train appear'd. 
 
 2 Hosannas made the temple ring, 
 For many tongues agreed ; 
 
 " Hosanna to the heavenly King, 
 To David's holy Seed/* 
 
 3 Lord, let the joy be now renewM, 
 Let children sing thy praise ; 
 
 For thou art still as great and good 
 As in the former days. 
 
 4 O, sanctify our youthful hearts, 
 And this shall teach our tongues ; 
 
 The love and joy thy grace imparts 
 Shall animate our songs. 
 
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 46 c.M. 
 
 God's Service deligJitful. 
 
 WITH joy we hail the sacred day, 
 Which God has call'd his own ; 
 With joy the summons we obey, 
 To worship at his throne. 
 
 2 Thy chosen temple^ Lord, how fair ! 
 As here thy servants throng 
 
 To breathe the humble, fervent prayer, 
 And pour the grateful song. 
 
 3 Spirit of grace ! deign to dwell 
 Within thy Church below ; 
 
 Make her in holiness excel. 
 
 With pure devotion glow. 
 4* Let peace within her walls be found — 
 
 Let all her sons unite. 
 To spread with holy zeal around, 
 
 Her clear and shining light. 
 5 Great God, we hail the sacred day, 
 
 Which thou hast call'd thine own ; 
 With joy the summons we obey, 
 
 To worship at thy throne. 
 
 47 L. M., 
 
 CMldrm's WorsJiip, 
 n REAT God ! behold, before thy throne 
 VT A band of children lowly bend ; 
 Thy face we seek, thy name we own. 
 And pray that thou wilt be our Friend. 
 
 2 Thy Holy Spirit's aid impart. 
 That he may teach us how to pray , 
 
 . Make us sincere, and let each heart 
 Delight to tread in wisdom's way. 
 
 3 let thy grace our souls renew, 
 And seal a sense of pardon there ; 
 
 Teach us thy will to know and do, 
 And let us all thy image bear. 
 
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 4*8 C.M. 
 
 The TrxbuU and Prayer of Children. 
 A LMIGHTY Father, heavenly King ! 
 A. Who rul'st the world above ; 
 Accept the tribute children bring 
 Of gratitude and love. 
 
 2 To thee each morning, when we rise, 
 Our early vows we pay ; 
 
 And ere the night hath closed our eyes, 
 We thank thee for the day. 
 
 3 Our Saviour, ever good and kind, - 
 To us his Word hath given ; 
 
 That children, such as we, may find 
 The path that leads to heaven. 
 
 4 O Lord, extend thy gracious hand, 
 To guide our erring youth ; 
 
 And lead us to that blissful land 
 Where dwells eternal truth. 
 
 49 CM. . 
 
 Children seeking a Blessing. 
 
 LORD, no forbidding voice is here 
 To keep us from thy feet ; 
 But Chiistian friends invite us near, 
 Thy gracious call to meet. 
 
 2 O teach and help us to improve 
 The means by mercy given. 
 
 To fill our hearts with truth and love 
 And lead our steps to heaven. 
 
 3 Though we are feeble, thou, O Lord, 
 Wilt keep us with thy might ; 
 
 Though we are dark, thy heavenly Word 
 Can fill the mind with light. 
 
 4 O look on those whose kind concern 
 Would lead us to thy rest ; 
 
 And with a blessing, Lord, return 
 Their gifts to ev'ry breast. 
 
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 50 9th p. M. 87, 87,87,87. 
 Jesus inviting Little Children. 
 
 JESUS Christ, our Lord and Saviour, 
 Who hast bid us come to thee. 
 Now extend to us thy favor. 
 
 Little children though we be ; 
 Low we humbly bend before thee, 
 
 All unworthy of thy love ; 
 Lord of life, and light, and glory, 
 Hear us from thy throne above. 
 
 2 Thou who boldest high dominion 
 Over air, and earth, and sea. 
 
 Yet didst bless the little children 
 That of old were brought to thee, — 
 
 Lord, this day we ask thy blessing, 
 Send thy Holy Spirit down; 
 
 May we all, our sins confessing, 
 Thee our Lord and Saviour own. 
 
 3 So when death this frame shall srv/er, 
 (And we know that all must die,) 
 
 May our souls, O Lord, forever 
 Live and reign with thee on high : 
 
 O that we, to whom 'tis given 
 Here to join in praise and p..ayer, 
 
 May around thy throne in heaven 
 Meet, and none be wanting there. 
 
 51 S.M. 
 Reavenly Influence sought^ 
 
 JUST as the kindly rain 
 Returns not back to heaven. 
 But cheers and fruitful makes the earth, 
 The end for which 'twas given i 
 
 2 So let thy word, O Lord, 
 
 Accomplish thy design ; 
 Distill on all our youthful minds, 
 
 And consecrate us thine. 
 
oPENiNa. 33 
 
 3 Water tho sacred seed, 
 
 And give it large increase ; 
 Let neither fowls, nor i%icks, nor thorns, 
 
 Hinder the fruits of peace. 
 
 K^ P.M. 87, 87, 77;8, V7. 
 
 ^ ^ Be/are /Sermon. 
 
 GRANT us. Lord, thy gracious presence, 
 While we worship at thy throne ; 
 Teach our souls those gracious lessons, 
 
 Which are taught by thee alone ! 
 While we pray, and sing, and hear, 
 In the midst do thou appear ; 
 
 Sin reproving, fear removing ; 
 Light to all our minds impart, 
 Love convey to every heart ! 
 2 As the dew from heaven distilling 
 
 Gently on the grass descends, 
 Rightly unto all fulfilling 
 
 What thy providence intends : 
 So may words of truth and peace , 
 
 Yield the fruits of righteousness ; 
 
 Tender, gracious, efficacious, 
 To our waiting spirits prove : — 
 Raise our hearts to things above. 
 
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 3/y Mouth shall speak forth thy Praise. 
 
 ALMIGHTY Rnler of the skies, 
 Through the wide earth thy name is spread; 
 And thine eternal glories rise 
 
 O'er all the heavens thy hands have made. 
 
 2 To thee, the voices of the young 
 A monument of honor raise ; 
 
 And babes, with uninstructed tongue. 
 Declare the wonders of thy praise. 
 
 3 Children thine earthly temple throng, 
 To see their great Redeemer's face ; 
 
 The Son of David is their^song, 
 And young hosannas fill the place. 
 3 
 
THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
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 The Sabhath a Good Day. 
 
 HOW pleasant is the dawn 
 Of this delightful day I 
 Now, with our teachers Y'JQ would join 
 To read and praise and pray. 
 
 2 And may the God of love 
 Their kind endeavors own, 
 
 That we and they may meet above, 
 To sing before his throne. 
 
 3 But may we not forget 
 That this can never be. 
 
 Except our hearts are changed by grace, 
 And we from sin set free. 
 
 4 Blest Saviour ! hear our cry. 
 And grant us now thy grace : 
 
 Thus make us fit, while here below, 
 To dwell in thine embrace. 
 
 55 CM. 
 
 The Scibhath a Holy Day. 
 
 THE Sabbath is a blessed day, 
 For holy worship given. 
 When in God's house we meet to pray, 
 And learn the songs of heaven. 
 
 2 Bright festal day of holiest peace, 
 Of all our days the best. 
 
 When worldly cares and duties cease- — 
 Foretaste of heavenly rest. 
 
 3 Teach us to love the house of prayer. 
 The open gate of heaven, 
 
 And seek and iind thy blessing there. 
 To thine own children given. 
 
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 C. LI. 
 
 Sabhatli-Morning Hymn. 
 
 WITH joy we hail this blessed day, 
 Sabbath of rest and peace ; 
 With willing hearts our God obey, 
 From all earth's pleasures cease. 
 
 2 Jehovah claims this day his own, 
 The Lord shall have his right ; 
 
 To UG be servile works unknown, 
 His service our delight. 
 
 3 -Then let us honor him who made, 
 
 For man, this day of rest ; 
 To God be grateful homage paid, 
 To God, forever blest. 
 
 4 With joy we hail this blessed day, 
 Sabbath of Chris||^ur Lord ; 
 
 With angels praise, with mortals pray, 
 By all be Christ adored. 
 
 ^i 
 
 P. M. 88, 88, 57. 
 
 Lovejor flie /Sabbath. 
 
 I LOVE to have the Sabbath come. 
 For then I rise and quit my home, 
 And haste to school with cheerful air. 
 To meet my dearest teachers there : 
 Then, haste, haste .away. 
 Then haste to the Sabbath school. 
 
 2 From all the lessons I obtain. 
 May I a store of knowledge gain ; 
 And early seek my Saviour's face. 
 And gain from him supplies of gr^ce. 
 
 Then haste, &c. 
 
 3 And then, through life's remaining days, 
 I '11 Love to sing my Saviour's praise ; 
 And bless the kindness of his grace, 
 That brought me to this sacred place. 
 
 Then haste, &c. 
 
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 Close of the Sdbhafli. 
 
 THE light of Sabbath eve 
 Is fading fast away ; 
 What record will it leave, 
 
 To crown the closing day ? 
 Is it a Sabbath spent, 
 
 Of fruitless time destroyed 1 
 Or have these moments lent, 
 
 Been sacredly employ'd ? 
 2 To waste these Sabbath hours, 
 
 O may we never dare ; 
 Nor taint with thoughts of ours 
 
 These sacred days of prayer : 
 But may our Sabbaths here 
 
 Inspire our hearts with love ; 
 And prove a foi#;aste clear " 
 
 Of that sweet rest above. 
 
 59 CM- 
 
 Sweetness of the Sabtath, 
 
 THE Sabbath day, how sweet to me^ 
 The day the Saviour rose ; 
 The day when we may see his face, 
 And in his arms repose. 
 
 2 To-day he calls us all to come, 
 He bids us all draw near ; 
 
 He offers heaven for our home. 
 And wipes away each tear. 
 
 3 He offers pardon for our sin. 
 To save from every snare ; 
 
 To lead our souls in ways of truth, 
 And show his tend'rest care. 
 
 4 And shall I, can I now refuse 
 To yield to him my heart ? 
 
 Forbid it. Lord, and let me choose, 
 This day, the better part. 
 
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 Duties oftJie Sabbath. 
 
 THIS is God's most holy day ; 
 We must neither work nor play ; 
 But we '11 try to pray and sing, 
 And to serve our heavenly King. 
 2 O, 't is pleasant now to go 
 To our Saviour's house below ; 
 And we hope to sing and love 
 In our Saviour's house above. 
 
 61 CM. 
 
 The Use of the Sabbath. 
 
 THE Sabbath is the day of rest 
 From earthly toil and care, 
 The holy day that God hath bless'd, 
 The time for praise and prayer. 
 
 2 Now we must lay our toys aside, 
 And leave our sports and play : 
 
 Far better things doth God provide 
 For this his holy day. 
 
 3 The Sunday-school, the house of prayer, 
 With open doors invite : 
 
 We see our kind instructors there. 
 And pleasant is the sight. 
 
 4 And there we read and hear that Word 
 Which makes the simple wise ; 
 
 And learn to know and jfear the Lord, 
 And heavenly truth to prize. 
 
 5 There too we sing our Saviour's love. 
 Who from the dead arose ; 
 
 W>vO 'ives, and from his throne above 
 Eternal life bestows. 
 
 6 May we improve our Sabbaths more, 
 And thus for heaven prepare ; 
 
 That .we may spend, when life is o'er, 
 An endless Sabbath there. 
 
38 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
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 The Da/y of Rest. 
 
 OFOR a sweet, a holy calm, 
 To rest upon my soul to-day ; 
 That sacred peace, which, like a balm, 
 The pains of care can take away ! 
 
 2 From the long labor of the week, 
 The toil of spirits ill at ease ; 
 
 Gladly would I refreshment seek. 
 In such delightful scenes as these. 
 
 3 The Christian Sabbath is design'd 
 A holy rest, to mortals giv'n ; 
 
 The prospect mountain of the mind. 
 Whence it may view the rest of heaven. 
 
 4 Come, heavenly Spirit ; light and peace. 
 And every holy gift are thine ; 
 
 Grant me this day thy rich increase, 
 And with new kindled glory shine. 
 
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 Sabhafli-Day Worshvjo. 
 
 LORD, my spirit humbly waits 
 Thy refreshing grace to-day ; 
 From thy temple's opening gates 
 Send me not unbless'd away. 
 
 2 May thy Spirit with thy Word, 
 On my heart descend and rest ; 
 
 Naught in vain be read or heard, 
 All by thee applied and blest. 
 
 3 May my prayers with fervor gloW; 
 May my praise rejoicing soar ; 
 
 May my heart with love o'erflow, 
 And with holy joy adore. 
 
 4 When this Sabbath shall depart, 
 May it pass in peace away ; 
 
 Let me say with grateful heart, , 
 " God has bless'd my soul to-day- 
 
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 64 C.M. 
 
 Simday 3forning. 
 
 rpHIS is the day, the happy day, 
 JL Which God himself hath bless'd, 
 That we from earthly thoughts and cares 
 
 Awhile may calmly rest ; 
 And learn the peaceful way that leads 
 
 To holiness and heaven, 
 And hear those gracious promises 
 
 Which God hath richly given. 
 
 2 This is the day, the happy day, 
 
 When Christ our Saviour rose 
 A mighty conqueror from the grave, 
 
 Victorious o'er his foes ; 
 And now for us he intercedes 
 
 Before the throne above ; 
 And we, with glad and grateful hearts. 
 
 Will praise him for his love. 
 
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 The Same. 
 
 THIS is the day, the happy day, 
 When heavenly voices call 
 Our ruined race to worship God, 
 
 And at his footstool fall. 
 And little children too may kneel 
 
 Within the house of prayer ; 
 For Jesus bids such little ones 
 His grace and goodness share. 
 
 2 This is the day, the happy day, 
 
 Type of the perfect rest. 
 Reserved for those who shall attain 
 
 The mansions of the blest. 
 O Saviour ! grant that when at last 
 
 Our earthly Sabbaths close. 
 We all may reach that blissful land 
 
 Of glory and repose. 
 
40 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 66 L. M. 
 
 Joy in tlie Sabhaih. 
 
 WELCOME, sweet morn, we hail with joy 
 Thy holy light, thy blest employ ; 
 And come, a little favor'd band. 
 One sacred hour with Christ to spend. 
 
 2 Our youthful hearts would humbly pray 
 That he will bless our school to-day ; 
 
 To him our joyful notes of praise 
 With one united voice we raiee. 
 
 3 An offering to our heavenly .ling 
 Of glad hosannas now we bring '^ 
 And hope at last in his embrace. 
 Secure from sin, to find a place. 
 
 4 O it shall be our constant prayer. 
 That we may here his blessings share ; 
 Then go and live at Christ's right hand, 
 A joyful, happy, favor'd band. 
 
 67 L.M. 
 
 In the Sanctuary. 
 
 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, begone ; 
 Let my religious hours alone : 
 Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see; 
 
 1 wait a visit. Lord, from thee. 
 
 2 O warm my heart with holy fire, 
 And kindle there a pure desire : 
 Come, sacred Spirit, from above. 
 And fill my soul with heavenly love^ 
 
 3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare' 
 How sweet thine entertainments are \ 
 Never did angels taste above 
 Redeeming grace and dying love. 
 
 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine 1 
 In thee thy Father's glories shine ; 
 Thy glorious name shall be adored,^ 
 And every tongue confess thee LorcL 
 
THE LORD'S DAY. 41 
 
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 Wdeorn^^ Day of Beat. 
 
 WELCOME, welcome, day of rest, 
 To the world in kindness given ; 
 Welcome to this humble breast, 
 As the beaming light from heaven. 
 
 2 Day of soft and sweet repose. 
 Gently now thy moments run. 
 
 As the peaceful streamlet flows, 
 Radiant with a summer's sun. 
 
 3 Day of tidings from the skies, 
 Day of solemn praise and prayer, 
 
 Day to make the simple wise, 
 O how great thy blessings are ! 
 
 4 Welcome, welcome, day of rest, 
 With thy influence all divine ; 
 
 May thy hallow'd hours be blest 
 To this feeble heart of mine. 
 
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 The Everlasting Sdbhath. 
 
 SOON will set the Sabbath sun. 
 Soon the sacred day be gone ; 
 But a sweeter rest remains. 
 Where the glorious Saviour reigns. 
 
 2 Pleasant are the songs we raise ; 
 Full of joy our notes of praise ; 
 But a music sweeter far 
 Breathes where angel spirits are. 
 
 3 Shall we ever rise to dwell 
 'Where immortal praises swell? 
 
 And can children ever go 
 Where eternal Sabbaths glow ? 
 
 4 Yes : — that rest our own may be ; 
 All the good shall Jesus see ; 
 
 For the good a rest remains. 
 Where the glorious Saviour reigns. 
 
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 70 L.M. 
 
 Morning Jlyrmi. 
 
 AGAIN returns the Sabbath day, 
 Another week has pass'd away ; . 
 Again we meet to serve the Lord, 
 To sing his love, and read his Word. 
 
 2 Before our God let us appear 
 With reverence and with holy fear ; 
 Let every knee before him bend, 
 
 Our Judge, our Saviour, and our Friend. 
 
 3 Let our united voices rise 
 
 In songs of praises to the skies ; 
 To him who hears our humble cry, 
 And sees us with a Father's eye. 
 
 7 J 27th P. M. 4 Zzwes lis. 
 
 IIoio sweet is tJie Sahhath. 
 
 HOW sweet is the Sabbath, the morning cf 
 rest, 
 The day of the week which I ought to love best ; 
 The morning the Saviour arose from the tomb, 
 And took from the grave all its terror and gloom. 
 
 2 O let me be thoughtful and prayerful to-day, 
 And not spend a moment in trifling or play ; 
 Rememb'ring these seasons were graciously 
 
 given 
 To teach me to seek, and prepare me fc*, heaven, 
 
 3 In the house of myGod, in his presence and fear, 
 While I worship to-day may my heart be sincere ; 
 In the school while I learn, may I listen with care. 
 And be grateful to those who watch over me 
 
 there. 
 
 4 Instruct me, my Saviour ; for thine would I be, 
 Nor am I too young to be noticed by thee ; 
 Renew all my heart, keep me firm in thy ways, 
 I would love thee, and serve thee, and give thee 
 
 the praise. 
 
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 Delight in Ordinances. 
 
 WELCOME, sweet day of rest, 
 That saw the Lord arise : 
 Welcome to this reviving breast, 
 And these rejoicing eyes ! 
 
 2 The King himself comes near, 
 And feasts his saints to-day ; 
 
 Here we may sit, and see him here, 
 And love, and praise, and pray. 
 
 3 One day in such a place, 
 Where thou, my God, art seen. 
 
 Is sweeter than ten thousand days 
 Of pleasurable sin. 
 
 4 My willing soul would stay 
 In such a frame as this. 
 
 And sit and sing herself away 
 To everlasting bliss. 
 
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 Life and Immortality 'brought to LigM. 
 
 DAY of God ! thou blessed day. 
 At thy dawn the grave gave way 
 To the power of Him within, 
 Who had, sinless, bled for sin. 
 
 2 Thine the radiance to illume 
 First, for m?n, the dismal tomb. 
 When its bars their weakness own'd, 
 There revealing death dethroned. 
 
 3 Then the Sun of righteousness 
 Rose, a darken'd w^orld to bless, 
 Bringing up from mortal night 
 Immortality and light. 
 
 4 Day of glory, day of power. 
 Sacred be thine every hour, — 
 Emblem, earnest, of the rest 
 That remaineth for the blest. 
 
44 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 74 CM. 
 
 Love for GocPs Day and Rouse. 
 
 T LOVE the blessed Sabbath-day, 
 
 1 Which God has kindly given ; 
 When we may meet to praise and pray, 
 
 And learn the way to heaven : 
 It leads our youthful thoughts to Him 
 
 Who reigns in light above ; 
 And makes the joys of earth grow dim, 
 
 While musing on his love. 
 
 2 I love to hear that Jesus died, 
 And how he rose again ; 
 
 Exalted at his Father's side, 
 
 A Saviour-prince to reign. 
 To him the pure angelic throng 
 
 Raise their seraphic strain ; 
 And yet a child's thanksgiving song 
 
 His list'ning ear may gain. 
 
 3 I love to sing on earth his grace 
 To fallen, sinful man ; 
 
 But, when in glory, him I 'U praise 
 
 More than the angels can. 
 Then will we sing in louder strain, 
 
 Through all eternity. 
 Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, 
 
 To him all glory be. 
 
 75 L.M. 
 
 The Holy Sallath, 
 
 THIS day belongs to God alone ; 
 He chose the Sabbath for his own ; 
 And we must neither work nor play. 
 Because it is God's holy day. 
 2 'Tis well to have one day in seven. 
 That we may learn the way to heaven ; 
 Then let us spend it as we should, 
 In serving God and growing good. 
 
LORD'S DAT. 45 
 
 3 We ought, to-day, to learn and seek 
 What we may think of all the week ; 
 And be the better every day, 
 
 For what we hear our teachers say. 
 
 4 And every Sabbath should be passM, 
 As if we knew it were our last : 
 What would the dying sinner give 
 
 To have one Sabbath more to live ! 
 
 76 L.M. 
 
 The Bay ofMest. 
 
 THIS is the day the Lord hath blest, 
 The day to us in mercy given ; 
 The holy Sabbath of his rest. 
 The pledge and type of rest in heaven. 
 
 2 Lord, in thy praises we would join ; 
 To thee devote this sacred day ; 
 
 Our earthly cares and thoughts resign ; 
 Look up to heaven, and learn the way. 
 
 3 May we by every Sabbath grow 
 In grace, humility, and love ; 
 
 And thus thy holy rest below 
 Shall fit us for thy rest above. 
 
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 Blessedness of the Sabhaih. 
 
 LET the Sabbath day be blest. 
 Day of joy and day of rest ; 
 Songs of praise ascend on high, 
 Hallelujahs fill the sky. 
 
 2 Let the Sabbath day be blest, 
 Day of joy and day of rest ; 
 Humble prayer to God ascend, 
 God our Father and our Friend. 
 
 3 Let the Sabbath day be blest, 
 Day of joy and day of rest ; 
 Gladly hear his holy Word, 
 Gladly learn the way to God. 
 
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 The Joys of the Sabdath. 
 
 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, 
 To praise thy name, give thanlvs, and sing ; 
 To show thy love by morning light, 
 And talk of all thy truth by night. 
 
 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 
 
 No mortal cares shall seize my breast; 
 O may my heart in tune be found. 
 Like David's harp of solemn sound. 
 
 3 When grace has purified my heart, 
 Then I shall share a glorious part : 
 And fresh supplies of joy be shed. 
 Like holy oil to cheer my head. 
 
 4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know 
 All I desired or wish'd below ; 
 
 And every power find sweet employ 
 In that eternal world of joy. 
 
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 Pledge of Endless Best. 
 T)ETURN, my soul, enjoy thy rest ; 
 -.It Improve the day thy God hath blest : 
 Another six days' work is done ; 
 Another Sabbath is begun. 
 
 2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, 
 As grateful incense to the skies ; 
 
 And draw from Christ 1>hat sweet repose. 
 Which none but he that feels it knows. 
 
 3 This heavenly calm within the breast, 
 Is the dear ])ledge of glorious rest, 
 Which for the Church of God reraams, 
 The end of cares, the end of pains. 
 
 4 In holy duties, let the day, 
 In holy comforts, pass away ; 
 
 How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend, 
 In hope of one that ne'er shall end 
 
THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. 
 
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 The Sdblafh School. 
 
 SWEET Sabbath school, place dear to me, 
 Where'er through life I roam, 
 My heart will often turn to thee, 
 My childhood's Sabbath home. 
 
 2 Within thy courts of Him I 've heard 
 Whose birth the angels simg, 
 
 When o'er the shepherds fill'd with fear, 
 The star of glory hung. 
 
 3 O holy place ! where first we shed 
 The penitential tear ; 
 
 Where youthful steps are taugh'- to tread 
 In paths of peace and prayer. 
 
 4 When all our wand'rings here shall cease, 
 And cares of life shall end, 
 
 In God's eternal Sabbath place 
 May we our anthems blend. 
 
 81 CM 
 
 The Teacher's Ohject. 
 A TTRACTED by love's sacred force, 
 1\. Like planets to the sun. 
 Though different spheres may mark our course, 
 Our center is but one. 
 
 2 As teachers of the young we meet-; 
 Our object is the same : 
 
 To lead them to the Saviour's feet, 
 And praise his glorious name. 
 
 3 We meet to strengthen and unite 
 Our hearts in this employ : 
 
 O may our work be our delight, 
 A crown of future joy ! 
 
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 82 S.M. 
 
 A Recucrnih/ Place. 
 
 I LOVE the Sabbath school, 
 Where happy children meet ; 
 Where rich and poor alijie may come; 
 And sit at Jesus' feet. 
 
 2 I love the Sabbath school, 
 Where children learn to pray. 
 
 And hear about the world to come, 
 And Jesus Christ, the Way. 
 
 3 I love the Sabbath school ; 
 It is a heav'nly place ! 
 
 For there the youthful heart may learn 
 To seek the Saviour's face. 
 
 4 I love the Sabbath school, 
 And Him v^ho bought for me 
 
 This sweet, this precious means of grace, 
 And gives the blessing free ! 
 
 83 c.M. 
 
 Love for the Swaday School. 
 
 I LOVE the Sabbath school — the place 
 My youthful feet have trod ; 
 Where I have heard of wisdom's ways, 
 That lead to peace and God. 
 
 2 I love the Sabbath school — 't is there 
 The praise of God we sing ; 
 
 'T is there we bow the knee in prayer 
 To God, our heavenly King. 
 
 3 I love the Sabbath school — where we 
 The Holy Bible read, * 
 
 Which tells of Christ, who came to be 
 A Saviour in our need. 
 
 4 O that, when life's few cares are past, 
 Our teachers we may meet 
 
 Upon the blissful plains, and cast 
 Our crowns at Jesus' feet. 
 
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 84 CM. 
 
 The Christian Child. 
 
 BY cool Siloam's shady rill 
 How sweet the lily grows ! 
 How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, 
 Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 
 
 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet 
 The paths of peace have trod — 
 
 Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 
 Is upward drawn to God. 
 
 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill 
 The lily must decay ; 
 
 The rose that blooms beneath the hill 
 Must shortly fade away. 
 
 4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour 
 Of man's maturer age 
 
 Will shake the soul with sorrow's powei, 
 And stormy passion's rage. 
 
 5 O Thou who givest life and breath. 
 We seek thy grace alone. 
 
 In childhood, manhood, age, and death, 
 To keep us still thine own. 
 
 85 L-M- 
 
 Sunday-School Teachers' Prayer. 
 
 MAY we who teach the rising race 
 Be fill'd, O Lord, with every grace ; 
 And may thy Spirit from above 
 Descend and bless our work of love. 
 
 2 Thy grace to those we teach impart : 
 O Lord, renew each youthful heart : 
 Help them from every sin to flee, 
 A<nd dedicate their lives to thee. 
 
 3 May we in love to them abound. 
 And zealous in the work be found ; 
 And many seals may we obtain, 
 To prove our labor 's not in vain* 
 
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 86 L.M. 
 
 Prayer for Children, 
 
 DEAR Saviour, if these lambs should stray' 
 From thy secure inclosure's bound ; 
 And, lured by earthly joys away, 
 
 Among the thoughtless crowd be found : 
 
 2 In all their erring, sinful years, 
 O let them ne'er forgotten be ; 
 
 Remember all the prayers and tears 
 Which have devoted them to thee. 
 
 3 And when these lips no more can pray, 
 These eyes can weep for them no more,, 
 
 Turn thou their feet frDm folly's way, 
 The wanderers to thy fold restore. 
 
 87 CM, 
 
 Tlie Wise Resolve. 
 
 WE 'LL not forget the Sunday school, 
 This hallow'd, much-loved place ; 
 Though friends and scenes around us change, 
 And time flies on apace. 
 
 2 We'll not forget the Sunday school, 
 Where hopes of sin forgiven 
 
 Through Him alone, who came to die, 
 Allure our souls to heaven. 
 
 3 We'll not forget the Sunday school, 
 Which taught us to beware 
 
 Of Satan's foul, deceitful arts. 
 Our youthful souls t' insnare. 
 
 4 We'll not forget the Sunday school, 
 Nor friends that here we found, 
 
 Who strove to lead us home to God : 
 To them our hearts are bound. 
 
 5 We'll follow in their footsteps here, 
 And teach, and sing, and love : 
 
 Keep them and us. Lord, in thy fear, 
 Till we shall meet above ! 
 
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 Praise for Simday Schools. 
 
 AS children favor'd of the Lord, 
 His goodness we confess, 
 And join his mercies to record, 
 To praise him for his grace. 
 
 2 We praise the Lord that we are brought 
 Within a Sabbath school, 
 
 In which we are so kindly taught 
 To make his Word our rule : — 
 
 3 Our rule of love to man and God, 
 Of hope to be forgiven ; 
 
 Of faith in Christ's atoning blood ; 
 Our guide through earth to heaven. 
 
 4 For house of prayer, for preached Word^ 
 For holy Sabbath-days, 
 
 For ministers and teachers, Lord, 
 Accept our youthful praise. 
 
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 ^eed my Larribs. 
 
 SHEPHERDS of the fold of God, 
 Which he purchased with his blood. 
 Hear the great Redeemer cry, 
 Feed my lambs, or else they die. 
 
 2 In a wilderness they stray, 
 In a wild and desert way ; 
 They are famishing for food, 
 Be it. yours to do them good. 
 
 3 Give them food that shall endure, 
 Show them waters running pure ; 
 Lead them into pastures green. 
 Where the living streams are seen. 
 
 4 " Feed my littte children here, 
 Lambs that roam this desert drear ; 
 Guide them to the living streams, 
 Where eternal glory beams !" 
 
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 CMldren instructed. 
 
 OTHOU, who from the infant's tongue 
 Wert wont of old to perfect praise, 
 Almighty Father, hear the song 
 Which we thy youthful servants raise. 
 
 2 How blest are they, who early taught 
 To know and love thy Word of truth. 
 
 Far from the sinner's path are brought, 
 To serve their Maker in their youth. 
 
 3 And blest are they whose pious care 
 Forbids the youthful foot to stray, 
 
 Unfolds the Book of Truth, and there 
 To life eternal points the way. 
 
 4 Accept our praise, O Lord, and still 
 Let streams of heav'nly goodness flow ; 
 
 That all the earth may learn thy will, 
 And babes thy power and glory show. 
 
 91 C.M 
 
 Blessedness of instructing the Yov/ng. 
 
 DELIGHTFUL work ! young souls to win, 
 And turn the rising race 
 From the deceitful path of sin, 
 To seek redeeming grace. 
 
 2 Children our kind protection claim ; 
 And God will well approve 
 
 When infants learn to lisp his name. 
 And their Redeemer love. 
 
 3 Be oars the bliss, in wisdom's way 
 To guide untutor'd youth. 
 
 And show the mind which went astray 
 The W^ay, the Life, the Truth. 
 
 4 Almighty God, thine-influence shed. 
 To aid this blest design : 
 
 The honors of thy name be spread, 
 And all the glory thine. 
 
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 Thanks to God. 
 
 FATHER ! from thy throne above, 
 Smile upon us in thy love : 
 Happy children of the free, 
 Grateful songs would raise to the':. 
 
 2 Thanks for Sunday schools so dear, 
 Where we 're taught thy word and fear, 
 From that Holy Book of thine, 
 
 Fill'd with precious truths divine. 
 
 3 Saviour ! 'mid all earthly strife, 
 Through the cares and ills of life, 
 May the precepts thou hast given 
 Guide us in the path to heaven. 
 
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 For the Divine Blessing. 
 
 HERE, gracious God, before thy feet. 
 Friends to the young and thee we meet; 
 Join'd by the band of mutual love. 
 Bound to our common Friend above. 
 
 2 Our hearts thy throne of grace address : 
 Smile on our schools, the children bless. 
 For Jesus' sake, who once on earth 
 Appear'd a child of lowly birth. • 
 
 3 Bless all the plans which we devise ; 
 May they be useful, good, and wise ; 
 While we our humble labors bend 
 Thy glorious kingdom to extend. 
 
 4 May wisdom, zeal and love inspire 
 Our bosoms with their purest fire ; 
 While faith on thine own word relies, 
 And hope looks joyful to the skies. 
 
 5 Grant us thy presence, God of grace, 
 Now while we meet before thy face ; 
 And may we feel, ere we depart. 
 
 Thy love diffused through every heart. 
 
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 SaJidath /School Hymn. 
 
 OTHOU ! who when upon our sphere, 
 Wast merciful and mild ; 
 Be now, we pray, divinely near 
 To bless each little child ! 
 
 2 Here we have met to learn thy word, 
 And read, and praise, and pray ; 
 
 And here we join with one accord 
 To seek the narrow way. 
 
 3 O, listen to our songs of praise, 
 Of gratitude and love ! 
 
 And, when we've pass'd our fleeting days, 
 Grant us a home above. 
 
 4 A home above ! O yes, for this 
 We'll gladly labor on. 
 
 Until we join our friends in bliss 
 Before the Saviour's throne. 
 
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 For the Salvation of Hie Yov/ng. 
 
 ETERNAL Being ! Source of love ! 
 Permit us to approach thy seat : 
 We have an Advocate above. 
 And plead his merits at thy feet. 
 
 2 Us thou hast call'd to labor here. 
 To train the rising race for heaven : 
 
 O may we do it in thy fear. 
 And use the talents thou hast given. 
 
 3 What can we do without thine aid ? 
 Therefore to thee for help we fly : 
 
 O may we never be dismay'd. 
 For thou canst every want supply. 
 
 4 In some thy love a work has wrought. 
 Which time we trust will not efface ; 
 
 May all their tender minds be brought 
 To taste the riches of thy grace. 
 
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 Praise for Divine 3Iercies. 
 
 PRAISE the Lord who reigns in heaven, 
 For a living, deathless soul : 
 Praise to his blest name be given. 
 While eternal ages roll. 
 
 2 Praise to him who dwells in glory 
 For the gift of Christ the Lord ; 
 
 And that all the wondrous story- 
 Is recorded in his Word. 
 
 3 Low before his footstool bending, 
 We would praise the' Incarnate God, 
 
 For the grace on us descending. 
 Through his own most precious blood, 
 
 4 For the Sabbath school we bless thee : 
 By our teachers' tender care, 
 
 We are taught to know and love thee, 
 And to breathe our youthful prayer. 
 
 5 Be thy love our choicest treasure. 
 While we sojourn here below ; 
 
 Be thy praise our dearest pleasure. 
 From our hearts, Lord, let it flow. 
 
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 Preparation of the Spirit. 
 
 WHEN we together weekly meet. 
 Instruction to receive. 
 Do thou, O Lord, thy Spirit grant, 
 That we may hear and live. 
 
 2 Turn off our minds from vain desire ; 
 From folly we would flee ; 
 
 may it be our fervent prayer, 
 *' Lord, let us live for thee." 
 
 3 Then, when our days on earth are past, 
 And Sabbath schools are o'er, 
 
 We all shall meet in heaven at last, — 
 Shall meet to part no more. 
 
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 Privileges of Sunday School. 
 
 I LOVE to have the Sabbath come, 
 1 love to rise and quit my home, 
 And haste to school with cheerful air, 
 To meet my friends and teachers there. 
 
 2 'Tis here I 'm always taught to pray. 
 That God would bless me day by day ; ' 
 And safely guard and guide me still, 
 
 And ever help to do his will. 
 
 3 'T is here I sing a Saviour's love 
 That brought him from his throne above : 
 'T is here I seek my Father's face, 
 
 And here begin the Christian race. 
 
 99 L.M. 
 
 Childre/n the Rope of the Church. 
 
 CHILDHOOD and youth, how vain they seem! 
 Their beauty passes like a dream, 
 And soon or late, the loveliest bloom 
 Will fade and wither in the tomb. 
 
 2 Yet in our charge with hope we trace 
 The features of a future race, 
 
 And in these youthful classes see 
 The seed of Churches yet to be. 
 
 3 God of the. Church, which must remain 
 While generations wax and wane. 
 
 For this we toil — O deign to bless 
 The humble effort with success. 
 
 4 Hence fill thy courts with songs of praise. 
 Hence ministers and people raise, 
 
 And hence supply the failing bands 
 That bear thy W ord to heathen lands. 
 
 5 We plead thy promise, sovereign Lord, 
 While thus we pray with one accord ; 
 E'en as thy promise let it be, 
 
 For, touching this, we all agree. 
 
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 • The Seriotos CJiarge. 
 
 HOW serious is the charge 
 To train the infant mind ! 
 *T is God alone can give a heart 
 To such a work inclined. 
 
 2 May we in Christian bonds 
 The Christian name adorn, 
 
 By active deeds for public good, 
 Nor mind the sinner's scorn. 
 
 3 While wicked men unite. 
 Our youth to lead aside, 
 
 'T is ours to show them wisdom's path, 
 In wisdom's path to guide. 
 
 4 Dependent, Lord, on thee. 
 Our humble means to bless. 
 
 We gladly join our hearts and hands. 
 And look for large success. 
 
 101 C.M. 
 
 Children recalling the Example of Jesus. 
 
 WHEN Jesus left his Father's throne, 
 He chose an humble birth ; 
 And, all unhonor'd and unknown. 
 He came to dwell on earth. 
 
 2 Like him, may we be found below 
 In wisdom's path of peace ; 
 
 Like him, in grace and knowledge grow, 
 As years and strength increase. 
 
 3 Sweet were his words, and kind his look, 
 When mothers round him press'd ; 
 
 Their infants in his arms he took, 
 And on his bosom blest. 
 
 4 Safe from the world's alluring charms, 
 Beneath his watchful eye. 
 
 Thus, in the circle of his arms, 
 May we forever lie. 
 
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 Love for the Sdbhath School. 
 
 YES, dear Sabbath school, I love thee: 
 Here I meet with friends most dear j 
 None to scorn or feel above me, 
 Nona to dread with slavish fear ; 
 
 And the teachers 
 Kindly all my lessons hear. 
 
 2 Here I learn of richer treasures 
 Than the mines of earth afford ; 
 
 Earthly friends, and earthly pleasures 
 Shall not keep me from the Lord : 
 
 Precious Lessons 
 Here are spoken from his Word. 
 
 3 Yet my heart is fill'd with wonder : 
 Parents, teachers, can you tell 
 
 Why neglected many wander, 
 When so near the school they dwell ? 
 
 O, invite them: 
 They will love the school so well. 
 
 4 I will go and tell those children * 
 There is room for them and me ; 
 
 And to school will straightway bring them, 
 If persuaded they will be : 
 
 I am thankful 
 That my friends invited me. 
 
 103 L.M. 
 
 The Morni7ig of Life. 
 
 IN life's gay morn let children learn 
 To love the sacred place of prayer ; 
 From sinful ways delight to turn. 
 And early pay their tribute there. 
 
 2 Let buoyant hearts harmonious blend 
 As youthful lips are tuned to sing. 
 
 And lofty strains of praise ascend 
 To heaven's exalted, glorious King. 
 
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 104 CM. 
 
 A Blessing sought 
 
 OLORD, on this our Sunday school 
 Thy blessing we implore ; 
 On those who teach and those who learn 
 Thy Holy Spirit pour. 
 
 2 Here we are taught to spend aright 
 Thy sacred Sabbath-day ; 
 
 Then let us not its hours employ 
 In idle talk or play. 
 
 3 Here too we learn with thankful joy 
 To seek thy house of prayer ; 
 
 Then let us hear and praise and pray 
 In truth and spirit there. 
 
 4 And here we read thy blessed Word, 
 The message of thy will ; 
 
 May we indeed its truths believe, 
 Its righteous laws fulfill. 
 
 105 L.M. 
 
 Going to Sabhath School. 
 
 THE hour has come : I will not stay, 
 But haste to school without delay ; 
 Nor loiter here, for 't is a crime 
 To waste away my precious time. 
 
 2 I should be there when prayer begins, 
 To seek the pardon of my sins ; 
 
 To ask the favor of the Lord, 
 And pray to understand his Word. 
 
 3 I should be there with fear and love 
 To seek for wisdom from above ; 
 And while I read the sacred page, 
 
 O may its truths my heart engage ! 
 
 4 These Sabbath-days will soon be o'er 
 When I can go to school no more ; 
 How shall I then endure the pain 
 
 Of having spent God's day in vain ? 
 
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 106 c.M. 
 
 For a Blessing out the Children. 
 
 WISDOM ! whose unfading power 
 Beside the' Eternal stood, 
 To frame, in nature's eaiiiest hour, 
 The land, the sky, the flood ; 
 
 2 Yet didst thou not disdain awhile 
 An infant form to wear, — 
 
 To bless thy mother with a smile, 
 And lisp thy falter'd prayer. 
 
 3 But in thy Father's own abode, 
 With Israel's elders round, 
 
 Conversing high with Israel's God, 
 Thy chiefest joy was found. 
 
 4 So may our youth adore thy name \ 
 And, Saviour ! deign to bless 
 
 With fost'ring grace the timid flame 
 Of early holiness. 
 
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 Love for the Sunday School. 
 
 I LOVE the Sunday school, 
 And on that holy day 
 My heart is often full 
 
 When I attempt to pray ; 
 With early steps I come 
 
 To meet my teacher dear, 
 Leaving my happy home 
 
 To seek instruction here. 
 2 I love the Stinday school, 
 
 The precious volume too, 
 Which is the only rule 
 
 To teach me what to do : 
 Within it I behold 
 
 The rays of gospel light, 
 Richer than gems or gold. 
 
 And more divinely bright. 
 
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 3 I love the Sunday school, 
 And wish that every child 
 
 Woii]<l here his name enroll, 
 
 No more be rude and v^rild ; 
 Wasting his precious time. 
 
 Spending his idle breath 
 In folly or in crime 
 
 Along the road to death. 
 
 4 1 love the Sunday school. 
 And wish that all the earth 
 
 Might know, from pole to pole, 
 
 Its influence and worth : 
 And may God give me grace 
 
 A Saviour's name to love ; 
 To see his smiling face 
 
 In mansions blest above. 
 
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 God present in the Sabbath School. 
 
 MY soul, how lovely is the place' 
 To which thy God resorts ! 
 'T is heaven to see his smiling face, 
 Though in his earthly courts. 
 
 2 To sit one day beneath thine eye, 
 And hear thy gracious voice. 
 
 Exceeds a whole eternity 
 Employed in carnal joys. 
 
 3 Lord, at thy threshold I would wait 
 While Jesus is within, 
 
 Rather than fill a throne of state, 
 Or live in tents of sin. 
 
 4 Could I possess the spacious land. 
 And own the boundless sea. 
 
 For one blest hour at thy right hand 
 I 'd give them both away. 
 
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 Haste to the School. 
 
 WHEN Sabbath's sacred motning light 
 Begins on earth to dawn, 
 We '11 wake with eyes all sparkling brisht, 
 And bid dull sloth begone. 
 
 Then haste to the school away. 
 
 And keep this sacred day : 
 Yes, haste away — yes, haste away^ 
 And keep this sacred day. 
 
 2 The tuneful birds in concert meet, 
 And carol sweet their lays ; 
 
 , In nature's temple they repeat 
 Their great Creator's praise. 
 Then haste, &c. 
 
 3 From valley, field, and mountain ail 
 They pour their warbling strains, 
 
 And in one chorus loud declare 
 That God forever reigns. 
 
 Then haste, &c. 
 
 4 Then in the temple of the Lord, 
 That consecrated place, 
 
 We'll listen to God's holy word, 
 And seek his pardoning grace, 
 Then haste, &c. 
 6 Then with united heart and voice. 
 
 Our song to God we'll raise. 
 While millions more with us rejoice. 
 And join in prayer and praise. 
 Then haste, &c. 
 
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 Children in Heaven. 
 
 THERE is a glorious world of light, 
 Above the starry sky, 
 Where saints departed, clothed in white 
 Adore the Lord most high. 
 
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 2 And hark, amid the sacred songs 
 Those heavenly voices raise, 
 
 Ten thousand thousand infant tongues 
 Unite in perfect praise. 
 
 3 Those are the hymns that we shall know, 
 If Jesus we obey ; 
 
 That is the place where we shall go, 
 if found in wisdom's way. 
 
 4 Soon will our earthly race be run — 
 Our mortal frame decay ; 
 
 Children and teachers, one by one, 
 Must die and pass away. 
 
 5 Great God, impress this serious thought, 
 To-day, on every breast ; 
 
 That both the teachers and the taught 
 May dwell among the blest. 
 
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 Prog?'ess of Sabbath Schools. 
 
 AS drops which, from the mountain side, 
 Unite and form a flowing stream, 
 Our Sunday schools have multiplied. 
 Till barren lands with blessings teem ; 
 
 2 As streaks which tint the eastern skies, 
 While darkness hides its gloom from sight, 
 
 Foretell a glorious sun will rise. 
 To ilush the world with love and light ; 
 
 3 Or as the seed, which placed in earth, 
 Reveals the germ, the bud, the flower, 
 
 Our schools have, from their humble birth, 
 Grown up in beauty, grace, and power. 
 
 4 Their course for many years has run 
 With onward strength and rising fame ; 
 
 Jesus through'them has trophies won. 
 And many pluck'd as brands from flame. 
 
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 112 S.M. 
 
 Invitation. 
 
 COME, join our Sabbath song, 
 On this the holy day ; 
 We know that angel harps above 
 Unite to swell the lay. 
 
 2 Come to our Sabbath school — 
 Come to the place of prayer ; 
 
 Come, little boy, and little girl^ 
 Our sacred pleasure share ; 
 
 3 And in the house above, 
 Not made with human hand. 
 
 We'll sing at last the Sabbath song, 
 In one unbroken band ! 
 
 113 L.M. 
 
 Teachers' 3feeting, 
 
 AS teachers of the rising race, 
 O Lord, we supplicate thy grace ; 
 Assured that all our toil is vain 
 Unless we heavenly influence gain. 
 
 2 But if thy blessing thou impart, 
 The shades of error will depart. 
 As night's dark shadows flee away 
 Before the glorious orb of day. 
 
 3 O may thy heavenly beams be felt, 
 Causing the frozen hSart to melt ; 
 And in the soften'd ground may we " 
 See the young germs of piety. 
 
 4 This is our heart's desire, the end 
 For which we labor and attend, ' 
 With patient hope from year to year, 
 Anxious to see the fruit appear. 
 
 5 Still may we wait with patience, still 
 Pursue our work with cheerful wiij, 
 And find in this our loved employ 
 
 ,. Ac earnest of our future joy. 
 
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 Rosanna to the Son of David. 
 ITraAT are those soul-reviving strains 
 VV Which echo thus from Salem's plains? 
 What anthems loud, and louder still, 
 So sweetly sound from Zion's hill? 
 
 2 Lo ! 'tis an infant chorus sings 
 Hosanna to the King of kings : 
 
 The Saviour comes ! — and babes proclaim 
 Salvation, sent in Jesus' name. 
 
 3 Nor these alor^e their voice shall raise, 
 For we will join this song of praise ; 
 Still Israel's children forward press, 
 
 To hail the Lord their Righteousness. 
 
 4 Messiah's name shall joy impart 
 Alil?:e to Jew and Gentile heart: 
 He bled for us, he bled for you, 
 
 And we will sing hosanna too.' * ^ 
 
 5 Proclaim hosannas, loud and clear ; 
 See David's Son and Lord appear ! 
 All praise on earth to him be given, 
 And glory shout through highest' heave nv 
 
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 WbrsJdp in the SaMath School. 
 
 SWEET is the work, O Lord, . 
 Thy glorious name to sing ; 
 To praise and pray ; to hear thy Word^ 
 And grateful off 'rings bring. 
 
 2 Sweet, on this day of rest. 
 To join- in heart and voice. 
 
 With those who love and serve thee besty 
 And in thy name tejoice. 
 
 3 To songs of praise and joy 
 Be every Sabbath given. 
 
 That such may be our blest employ 
 Eternally in l^eaven. 
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 I'eed my Lambs. 
 i' "DEED my lambs !" — how condescendhsg 
 
 J. How compassionate the grace 
 Of the Saviour, just ascending, 
 
 Thus to bless our infant race ! 
 
 2 Richest treasure, dearest token, 
 From his stores of love to give ; 
 
 Kept from age to age unbroken. 
 Till its bounty we receive. 
 
 3 " Feed my lambs !" ye pastors, hear it ; 
 Feed the flock of his own hand ; 
 
 O, for him, for us, revere it ; 
 Keep the Shepherd's last command. 
 
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 TJie Children's Jiibilee. 
 
 HdSANNA, be the children's song, 
 To Christ, the children's King ; 
 His praise, to whom our souls belong, 
 Let all the children sing. 
 
 2 From little ones to Jesus brought, 
 Hosanna now be heard ; 
 
 Let little infants now be taught 
 To lisp that lovely word. 
 
 3 Hosanna, sound from hill to hill, 
 And spread from plain to plain, 
 
 While louder, sweeter, clearer still, 
 Woods echo to the strain. 
 
 4 Hosanna, on the wings of light 
 O'er earth and ocean fly. 
 
 Till morn to eve, and noon to night, 
 And heaven to earth, reply. 
 
 5 Hosanna, then, our song shall be ; 
 Hosanna to our King : 
 
 This is the children's jubilee ; 
 Let all the children sing. 
 
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 118 C.M. 
 
 Sablath- School Teaclhers* Prayer. 
 
 TEACHER divine ! we bow the knee, 
 Submissive, at thy throne ; 
 Our fervent cry we raise to thee : 
 Ah ! leave us not alone. 
 
 2 In vain we teach, unless thy grace 
 Instruct each tender heart : 
 
 Then deign to hear, hide not thy face, 
 Thy Spirit, Lord, impart. 
 
 3 Without thee we can nothing do, 
 But further from thee stray ; 
 
 O ! change our hearts, our minds renew, . 
 And teach us how to pray. 
 
 4 And may the sacred tie of love 
 Bind us together here ; 
 
 A foretaste give of joys above, 
 Life's pilgrimage to cheer. 
 
 5 Thus while on earth we would adore, 
 When death shall close our eyes, 
 
 May teachers, children, meet once more, 
 Transplanted to the skies. 
 
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 A Blessing invoked on Teachei^s. 
 
 MIGHTY One, before whose face 
 Wisdom had her glorious seat, 
 When the orbs that people space 
 Sprang to birth beneath thy feet ; 
 
 2 Source of truth, whose rays alone 
 Light the mighty world of mind ; 
 
 God of love, who from thy throne 
 Kindly watchest all mankind ; 
 
 3 Shed on these, who in thy name 
 Teach the way .of truth and right, 
 
 Shed that love's undying flame., — 
 Shed that wisdom's guiding light. 
 
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 Grateful Praise. 
 
 ¥E bring no glitt'ring treasures, 
 No gems from earth's deep mine ; 
 We come, with simple measures, 
 
 To chant _t]:y love divine. 
 Children, thy favors sharing, 
 
 Their voice of thanks would raise ; 
 Father, accept our off 'ring, 
 Our^ong of grateful praise. 
 
 2 The dearest gift of Heaven, 
 Love's written Word of Truth, 
 
 To us is early given. 
 To guide our steps in youth : 
 
 We hear the wondrous story. 
 The tale of Calvary ; 
 
 We read of homes in glory, 
 From sin and sorrow free. 
 
 3 Redeemer ! grant thy blessing ! 
 O ! teach us how to pray, 
 
 That each, thy fear possessing, 
 May tread life's onward way ; 
 
 Then where the pure are dwelling 
 We hope to meet again, 
 
 .And sweeter numbers swelling, 
 Forever praise thy name. 
 
 121 L.M. 
 
 Mariner''8 Sabbatli-Scliool Hymn. 
 
 T IFE is an ocean ; years the tide 
 Jj That floats ten thousand barks along ; 
 Sins are the rocks on every side 
 Where passion drives a current strong. 
 
 2 Pleasures that look so bright and fair. 
 Are like the shallows, set with sands ; 
 
 And many a wreck, forlorn and bare, 
 Lies high and dry upon those strands. 
 
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 3 Faith is the compass, firm and true, 
 Whose needle points to Christ the pole ; 
 
 That changeless star will guide us through. 
 Though winds may howl and waves may roll. 
 
 4 Happy is he who early steers, 
 
 Like a trim vessel, straight for heaven ; 
 Who Christian colors bravely rears. 
 And keeps the course that God has given. 
 
 222 ^^^ F.M. 6 lines Ss. 
 
 Sanctified Koiowledge. 
 
 COME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 To whom we for our children cry, 
 The good desired, and wanted most, 
 
 Out of thy richest grace supply ; 
 The sacred discipline be given. 
 To train and bring them up for heaven. 
 
 2 Error and ignorance remove ; 
 
 Their blindness both of heart and mind : 
 Give them the wisdom from above, — 
 
 Spotless, and peaceable, and kind : 
 In knowledge pure their minds renew, 
 And store with thoughts divinely true. 
 
 3 Learning's redundant part and vain 
 Be here cut off, and cast aside : 
 
 But let them. Lord, the substance gain^ 
 
 In every solid truth abide ; 
 Swiftly acquire, and ne'er forego 
 The knowledge fit for nxan to know. 
 
 4 Unite the pair so long disjoin'd, 
 Knowledge dnd vital piety : 
 
 Learning and holiness combined, 
 
 And truth and love, let all men see 
 In those whom up to thee we give. 
 Thine, wholly thine, to die and live. 
 
iO SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 J 23 P- M. 10,7, 10,7,77, 75. 
 
 fll away io Sahhath- School. 
 
 WHEN the morning light drives away the 
 With the sun so bright and full, [night, 
 And it draws its line near the hour of nine, 
 I '11 away to Sabbath school : 
 For 'tis there we all agree, 
 And v/ith happy hearts and free, 
 And I love to early be 
 At the Sabbath-school. 
 
 2 On the frosty dawn of a winter's mom. 
 When the earth is wrapp'd in snow, 
 
 Or the summer breeze plays around the trees. 
 To the Sabbath school I '11 go : 
 When the holy day has come. 
 And the Sabbath-breakers roam, 
 I delight to leave my home 
 For the Sabbath school. 
 
 3 In the class I meet with the friends I greet 
 At the time of morning prayer ; 
 
 And our hearts we raise in a hymn of praise, 
 
 For 'tis always pleasant there : 
 
 In the Book of holy truth. 
 
 Full of counsel ond reproof, 
 
 We behold the guide of youth 
 
 At the Sabbath school. 
 
 4 May the dews of grace fill the hallow'd place, 
 And the sunshine never fail,' 
 
 While each blooming rose which in' memory 
 Shall a sweet perfume exhale : [grows, 
 
 When we mingle here no more. 
 But have met on Jordan's shore, 
 We will talk of moments o'er 
 At the Sabbath school. 
 
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 CHILDREN. 
 
 124 • P-^- 
 
 ^''Suffer the Little Ones to come unto Me."" 
 
 I THINK, when I read that sweet story of olJ, 
 When Jesus was here among men, 
 How he call'd little children, as lambs to his 
 fold, 
 I should like to have been with him then. 
 
 2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my 
 
 head. 
 That his arms had been thrown around me ; 
 That I might have seen his kind look when he 
 
 said, 
 '* Let the little ones come unto me." 
 
 3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, 
 And ask for a share in his love ; 
 
 And if 1 thus earnestly seek him below, 
 I shall see him and hear him above — 
 
 4 In that beautiful place he has gone to prepare, 
 For all who are wash'd and forgiven ; 
 
 And many dear children are gathering there, 
 " For of such is the kingdom of heaven." 
 
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 Je^sus a Guide. 
 
 SHEPHERD of thy little flock, 
 Lead us to the shadowing rock , 
 Where the richest pastures grow, 
 Where the living waters flow. 
 
 2 By that pure and silent stream, 
 Shelter'd from the scorching beam, 
 Shepherd, Saviour, Guardian, Guide, 
 Keep us ever near thy side ! 
 
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 226 5tliP. M. 4 li7ies 73, 
 
 Cfdldren may pray to God, 
 
 POOR and needy though I be, 
 God my Maker cares for me ; 
 Gives rnejpiothing, shelter, food, 
 Glides rne all I have of good. 
 2 He v(7illlisten when I pray, 
 ^le is with me night and day ; 
 When I sleep and when I wake, 
 Keep me safe for Jesus' sake. 
 3f He who reigns above the sky 
 Once became as poor as I ; 
 He whose blood for me was shed, 
 Had n(5t where to lay his head ! 
 4 Though I labor here awhile, 
 He will bless me- with his smile 
 ' And when this short life is past, 
 i shall rest with Him at last. 
 
 127, Sth P. M. 87, 87, 
 
 Invitation. 
 
 HARK, the Sabbath bells are ringing! 
 Let us haste without delay ; 
 Prayers of thousands now are winging 
 Up to heaven their silent way. 
 
 2 'Tis an hour of happy meeting, 
 When we meet for praise and prayer; 
 
 But the hour is short and fleeting ; 
 Let us, then, be early there. 
 
 3 Do not keep our teachers waiting, 
 While you tarry by the way ; 
 
 • 'Nor disturb the school reciti-ng ; 
 'T is the holy Sabbath day. 
 
 4 Children, haste, the bells are ringing, 
 \n^ ^he morning's bright and fair ; 
 
 Thousands now are join'd in singing—- 
 Thousands, too, in solemn prayer. 
 
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 128 LM- 
 
 A ChilcVs Hymn. 
 
 WHAT though I 'm but a little child, 
 And very little can discern, 
 Christ is a* teacher meek and mild, 
 And bids me come to him and learn. 
 
 2 And when the Saviour dwelt below. 
 He children tenderly caress'd ; 
 
 He pray'd for them, and bless'd them too « 
 In blessing surely they were bless'd. 
 
 3 The Saviour's grace is still the same, 
 Young children are his tender care ; 
 
 He teaches them to praise his name, 
 And listens to their lisping prayer. 
 
 4 And, as in age 1 daily grow, 
 O may I grow in every grace ; 
 
 That I my God may love and know. 
 And then in heaven behold his face. 
 
 5 May I not trifle or delay. 
 
 But seek the Lord with serious mindi 
 For Jesus tells me he's the way. 
 And they who early seek shall find. 
 
 129 9th P. M. 87, 87. 
 
 The Lambs of Christ. 
 
 HUMBLE praises, holy Jesus, 
 Infant voices raise to thee ; 
 In thy mercy, O receive us ! 
 Suffer us thy lambs to be. 
 
 2 Blessed Jesus, thou hast bidden 
 Babes, like us, to come to thee ; 
 
 Though by thy disciples chidden. 
 Thou didst tell them not to flee. 
 
 3 Saviour, condescend to feed us, 
 Richly let thy mercy flow ; 
 
 Send thy Spirit, blessed Jesus ; 
 Light and life on us bestow. 
 
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 130 c.M. 
 
 Tlie Pardon and Renewal. 
 
 LORD, teach a little child to pray ; 
 Thy early grace impart ; 
 And grant thy Holy Spirit "may 
 Renew my sinful heart. 
 
 2 A fallen creature I was born, 
 And from my birth I stray'd : 
 
 1 must be wretched and forlorn 
 
 Without thy mercy's aid. 
 
 3 For Jesus' sake my sins forgive, 
 And wash away their stain : 
 
 O fit my soul with him to live, 
 And in his kingdom reim. 
 
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 TJie Shepherd and his Flock. 
 
 IN the Saviour's pleasant fold, 
 Shelter'd from the heat and cold, 
 Guarded from the dangers round, 
 We thy little lambs are found, 
 
 2 None can ever hurt us there, 
 Safe within our Shepherd's care ; 
 For, if any foe alarms, 
 
 He will clasp us in his arms. 
 
 3 He our youthful steps will guide 
 Where refreshing 'waters glide ; 
 Or in meadows, fresh and green. 
 Where the sweetest flowers are seen. 
 
 4 Saviour, by thy tender grace 
 Grant us in thy fold a place ; 
 May we listen to thy voice. 
 And to do thy will rejoice. 
 
 5 Day by day, while here below, 
 May we wiser, happier, grow ; 
 Thus preparing in thy love, 
 For the better fold above. 
 
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 132 s-M. 
 
 On hearing the Word. 
 
 LORD, wilt thou deign to speak 
 To little ones like me ? 
 Thou wilt, for thou hast bid us come, 
 And hearken unto thee. 
 
 2 Then give the hearing ear. 
 And give the ready mind. 
 
 The childlike heart, to all thy will 
 Submissively inclined. 
 
 3 Thus we, like her of old. 
 Would wait upon thee, Lord ; 
 
 Meekly at thy dear feet to sit, 
 And listen to thy word. 
 
 4 'Tis all a child can do 
 To love and to obey : 
 
 Speak, Lord, and we too will attend 
 To hear what thou wilt say. 
 
 J 3 3 26th P. M. 76, 76, 76, 76. 
 
 Infant Praise. 
 
 THOUGH sinful, v>^eak, and erring, 
 The God who dwells in light. 
 Will hear a child preferring 
 His praises, with delight ; 
 Will stoop from heaven to listen 
 
 When children to him cry. 
 And mark the tears that glisten 
 In every weeping eye. 
 
 2 The Saviour has invited 
 
 The youngest to his love. 
 And deigns to smile delighted 
 
 Upon them from above. 
 Thus may we in life's morni»^ 
 
 Dear Saviour, come to ih^e ; 
 And heed the solemn warning, 
 
 From sin and wrath to flee. 
 
76 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 134 c.M. 
 
 Coining to Jesus. 
 
 LOVER of little children, tliee, 
 O Jesus, Vn^c adore : 
 Our kind and loving Saviour be, 
 Both now and evermore. 
 
 2 O take us, Saviour, to thine arms, 
 And v^e are truly blest : 
 
 Thy new-born babes are safe from harms, 
 While shelter'd on thy breast. 
 
 3 Still, as we grow in years, in grace 
 And wisdom let us grow ; 
 
 But never leave thy dear embrace, 
 And never evil know. 
 
 4 Strong let us in thy grace abide ; 
 But, ignorant of ill. 
 
 In malice, subtilty, and pride, 
 Let us be children still. 
 
 5 Lover of little children, thee, 
 O Jesus, we adore : 
 
 Our kind and loving Saviour be 
 Both now and evermore. 
 
 135 5th P. M. 4: lines Is. 
 
 Prayer for Gm€,e. 
 TESUS, let a little child 
 fj Humbly supplicate thy throne ; 
 Speak to me in accents mild, 
 O thou great and holy One ! 
 
 2 Fill my youthful heart with grace, 
 Make it thy beloved abode ; 
 
 Show thy reconciling face, 
 O my Father and my God ! 
 
 3 May. I early learn thy ways, 
 Early know thy power and love ; 
 
 Then devote to thee my days, 
 Till 1 am removed above. 
 
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 J^ 3 g P.M. 65, 65. 
 
 God is good. 
 
 MORN amid the mountains, 
 Lovely solitude, 
 Gushing streams and fountains, 
 Murmur — God is good. 
 
 2 Now the gl^d sun, breaking, 
 Pours a golden flood : 
 
 Deepest vales awaking. 
 Echo — God is good. 
 
 3 Hymns of praise are ringing 
 Through the leafy wood : 
 
 Songsters, sweetly singing. 
 Warble — God is good. 
 
 4 Wake, and join the chorus, 
 Man, with soul endued : 
 
 He whose smile is o'er us, 
 God, our God, is good. 
 
 137 s.M. 
 
 On 3leeJcness and Love. 
 
 DEAR Saviour, to a child 
 A lamblike temper give •, 
 And daily, hourly, grace bestow. 
 In j:y and peace to live. 
 
 2 It was thine own command 
 That we should others love, 
 
 And ever give thee thanks, as do 
 Thy holy ones above. 
 
 3 By nature prone to ill. 
 
 Do thou our hearts renew; 
 And take each sinful thought away, 
 And all self-will subdue. 
 
 4 Thy lowly mind impart, 
 The spirit like a dove ; 
 
 And daily may we learn of thee, 
 As thou hast loved, to love. 
 
SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 J[3g P. M. 76, 76, 76, 76. 
 
 Prayer for Instruction. 
 
 LOVER of a little child, 
 O hear my humble prayer ; 
 Make me teachable and mild, 
 And free from guile and care. 
 
 1 am ignorant and weak, 
 
 1 nothing have or am ; 
 But my Shepherd came to seek 
 And save an erring lamb. 
 
 2 Day by day I learn of thee 
 Sweet lessons of thy love ; 
 
 Jesus speaks, and speaks to me, 
 Although he reigns above. 
 
 Saviour! may I hearken still 
 And heed thy gentle voice, 
 
 Bidding me obey thy will, 
 And in thy name rejoice. 
 
 3 When kind teachers speak to me, 
 Dear Saviour, of thy love. 
 
 May I listen as to thee 
 
 Thus speaking from above : 
 
 Thou canst find a tongue to speak 
 To little children here, 
 
 And we only need to seek 
 The' obedient list'ning ear. 
 
 J 39 10th P. M. 4 Zme5 8s. 
 
 Little Child's Prayer. 
 
 OMAKE me a very good child, 
 My Father in heaven, I ask : 
 Ne'er let me be careless or wild, 
 Or consider my lessons a task. 
 
 2 I '11 do what my teachers direct — 
 My gratitude show for their care. 
 
 By treating their rules with respect, 
 And walking each day in thy feaf„ 
 
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 140 P-M- 
 
 Infant Praise and Prayer. 
 
 HELP me to praise thy name 
 While I am young; 
 Let me thy truth proclaim 
 
 With my infant tongue : 
 Angels from the skies 
 Will look down with gladsome eyes, . 
 When thy praises rise, 
 
 By mfants sung. 
 2 Ke6p us in peace and joy 
 
 Through childhood's days ; 
 Help each little girl and boy 
 
 To walk in thy ways : 
 So shall we be free 
 From the thorns of misery ; 
 Heaven our home shall be, 
 
 Thine all the praise. 
 
 141 CM. 
 
 Exposures of Children. 
 mHOSE children, who are all the day 
 X AUow'd to wander out, 
 And only waste their time in play, 
 Or running wild about ; 
 
 2 Who do not any %chool attend, ^ 
 But trifle as they will ; 
 
 Are almost certain in the end ^ 
 To come to something ill. 
 
 3 There 's nothing worse than idleness 
 To lead them into sin : 
 
 'TIS sure to end in wretchedness, 
 In poverty and pain. 
 
 4 Sometimes they learn to lie and cheat, 
 Sometimes to steal and swear ; 
 
 So vile the lessons in the street, 
 For idle children are. # 
 
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 J 4 2 p. M. 7G, 76, IP, 76, 
 
 Evening Hymn. 
 
 NOW the g(/]den beams of day 
 Jn the west are fadirxg, 
 Evening tints of sober gray- 
 Fairest scenes are shading; 
 Sweet repose on all around 
 
 Silently is stealing; 
 Hush'd is every busy sound, 
 Soften'd every feeling. 
 
 2 Glad to thee our song ascends, 
 Gratitude expressing, 
 
 For our health, and home, and friends. 
 And each varied blessing. 
 
 Lord, thy love we still would share, 
 As the day is closing ; 
 
 Guard us with thy gentle care 
 While we are reposing. 
 
 3 Let our slumber, calm and light, 
 Free from care and sorrow, 
 
 Make us feel all fresh and bright 
 When we wake to-morrow ; 
 
 And in radiant worlds above 
 Where night cometh never, 
 
 Where the Saviour reigns in love 
 May we dwdll forever. 
 
 J43 P.M. 64,64, 67,64, 
 
 The ITappy Land. 
 
 THERE is a happy land, 
 Far, far away, — 
 Where saints in glory stand, 
 
 Bright, bright as day : 
 O how they sweetly sing, — 
 Worthy is our Saviour King; 
 Loud let his praises ring 
 Fgrever more. 
 
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 2 -Come to this happy land, 
 Come, come away ; 
 
 Why will ye doubting stand ? 
 
 Why still delay? 
 O we shall happy be, 
 When, from sin and sorrow free. 
 Lord, we shall live with thee, 
 
 Blest evermore. 
 
 3 Bright, in that happy land, 
 Beams every eye ; 
 
 Kept by a Father's hand, 
 
 Love cannot die. 
 O, then, to glory run; 
 Be a crown and kingdom won; 
 And bright above the sun, 
 
 Reign evermore. 
 
 14zj. p. M. 86, 86, 88, 83. 
 
 Children pimising Jesus. 
 
 ALMIGHTY Lord, with joy to thee 
 Our infant voices rise ; 
 Accept, O God, our feeble praise 
 And humble sacrifice. 
 
 Glory, honor, praise, and power, 
 
 Be unto the Lamb forever: 
 Jesus Christ i^ur Redeemer : 
 Hallelujah ' praise ye the Lord? 
 
 2 We glorify, we bless thy name,# 
 Fot all thy mercies given ; 
 
 But most for Jesus Christ, who died 
 To raise our souls to heaven. 
 Glory, honor, &c. 
 
 3 O bless the Lord, our gracious God, 
 Whose mercies thus we prove : 
 
 Who bids the infant tongue proclaim 
 The wonders of his love. 
 
 Glory, honor, &;p. 
 6 
 
82 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 145 8th p. M. 87, 87, 47, 
 
 Praise to the Saviour. 
 
 LORD, with grateful hearts before th?e, 
 We thy little children meet, 
 For thy goodness to adore thee, 
 And thy praises to repeat. 
 
 Saviour, hear us ! 
 Hear us from thy' mercy-seat. 
 
 2 For thy bounteous gifts we praise thee— 
 Life, and peace, and friends, and home; 
 
 Yet a nobler song w^e'll raise thee, 
 Since thou didst from glory come, 
 
 And didst freely 
 Suffer in the sinner's room. 
 
 3 Wherefore, Lord of earth and heaven, 
 We thy little flock would be ; 
 
 Unto us thy grace be given, 
 Teach us how to follow thee, 
 
 And for refuge 
 To the Rock of Ages flee, 
 
 14(5 - 13th P.M. 10, 10, 13, U. 
 
 Praise to Jesus. 
 
 LET children procl^m their Saviour and King ; 
 »To Jesus's name^osannas we sing : 
 Our best adoration to Jesus we give. 
 Who ptirchased salvation that we may receive. 
 
 2 The meek Lamb of God from heaven came 
 
 down. 
 To ransom with blood and make us his own ; 
 He patiently suffer'd, our souls to redeem ; 
 Let songs then be ofifer'd to Jesus's name. 
 
 3 To him let us give our earliest days, 
 And thankfully live to publish his praise : 
 
 Our lives shall confess him who came from above ; 
 Our tongues ever bless him, and tell of his love. 
 
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 147 L. M. 
 
 Child's Tliouglits of God. 
 
 WHEN I look up to yonder sky, 
 So pure, so bright, so wondrous high, 
 
 1 think of One I cannot see. 
 
 But One who sees and cares for me. 
 
 2 His name is God ! he gave me birth ; 
 And every living thing on earth. 
 
 And every tree and plant that grows 
 To the same hand its being owes. 
 
 3 'Tis he my daily food provides, 
 And all that I require besides ; 
 
 And when I close my slumb'ring eye, 
 
 1 sleep in peace, for he is nigh. 
 
 4 Then surely I should ever love 
 This gracious God who reigns above ; 
 For very kind indeed is he 
 
 To love a little child like me. 
 
 148 c.M. 
 
 God sses, hears, and knoics Me. 
 
 GOD is in heaven — can he hear 
 A feeble prayer like mine ? 
 Yes, little child — thou need'st not fear : 
 He will attend to thine. 
 
 2 God is in heaven — can he see 
 When 1 am doing wrong? 
 
 Yes, that he can — he looks at thee 
 All day and all night long. 
 
 3 God is in heaven — would he know 
 If I should tell a lie ? 
 
 Yes, if thou said'st it very low, 
 He'd hear it in the sky. 
 
 4 God is in heaven — can I go 
 To^hank him for his care ? 
 
 Not yet — but love him here below, 
 And thou shalt praise him there.. 
 
84 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 ]^49 8th p. M. 87, 87, 47. 
 
 Children's Worship, 
 
 LORD, a little band and lowly, 
 We are come to sing of thee ; 
 Thou art great, and high, and holy ; 
 O how solemn we should be. 
 
 May thy Spirit 
 Teach us how to worship thee. . 
 
 2 Fill our hearts with thoughts of Jesus, 
 And of heaven, where he is gone ; 
 
 And let nothing ever please us 
 He would grieve to look upon. 
 
 May we ever 
 Live to him, and him alone. 
 
 3 Heavenly Father, thou hast told us 
 What thou'd have us be and do ; 
 
 Thou dost evermore behold us. 
 And dost search us through and through. 
 
 Thoughts unholy " 
 Thou dost weigh, and actions too. 
 
 4 May our sins be all forgiven. 
 Make us fear whate'er is wrong ; 
 
 Lead us in the way to heaven. 
 There to sing a nobler song. 
 Praise and glory 
 ' To the Lc.vi our God belong. 
 
 150 L. M 
 
 The Penitent Child. 
 
 LORD, I have dared to disobey 
 My friends on earth, and thee in heaven : 
 O help me now to come and pray. 
 For Jesus' sake, to be forgiven. 
 
 2 I cannot say I did not know. 
 
 For I 've been taught thy holy will ; 
 
 And while my conscience told me s<f, 
 And bade me stop, I did it still. 
 
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 3 But thou wast there to see my crime, 
 And write it in thy judgment-book : 
 
 O make me fear, another time, 
 A sinful thought, or word, or look. 
 
 4 Forgive me, Lord ; forgive, I pray, 
 This wicked thing that 1 have done ; 
 
 And take my sinful heart away. 
 And make me holy, like thy Son. 
 
 151 CM. 
 
 PrompPiiess and Care. 
 
 CHILDREN. 
 
 TO Sabbath school, to Sabbath school, 
 We'll haste, we'll haste away ; 
 We'll early be at Sabbath school, 
 Nor ever stop to play. 
 
 TEACHERS. 
 
 2 At Sabbath school, at Sabbath school, 
 This precious holy day ; 
 
 Be careful at the Sabbath school 
 Your lessons well to say. 
 
 CHILDREN. 
 
 3 At Sabbath school, at Sabbath school, 
 This precious holy da/ ; 
 
 We'll careful be at Saboath school 
 Our lessons well to say. 
 
 TEACHERS. 
 
 4 At Sabbath school, at Sabbath school, 
 Your teachers' voice obey ; 
 
 And listen at the Sabbath school 
 To everything they say. 
 
 BOTH. 
 
 5 The Sabbath school, the Sabbath school, 
 It is the place of prayer ; 
 
 We'll solemn be at Sabbath school. 
 For God himsell is there. 
 
SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
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 Hoscmna to t 
 
 CHILDREN of Jerusalem 
 Sang the praise of Jesus' name ; 
 Children, too, of modern days. 
 Join to sing the Saviour's praise : 
 Hark ! while infant voices sing 
 Loud liosannas to our King ! 
 
 2 We are taught to love the Lord, 
 We are taught to read his Word ; 
 We are taught the v^ay to heaven : 
 Praise for all to God be given : 
 Hark ! while infant voices sing 
 Loud hosannas to our King ! 
 
 3 Parents, teachers, old and young, 
 All unite to swell the song : 
 Higher, and yet higher rise. 
 
 Till hosannas reach the skies : 
 Hark ! while infant voices sing 
 Loud hosannas to our King ! 
 
 153 P.M. 76, 76. 
 
 TTie Love of Jesus. 
 
 I LAY my sins on Jesus, 
 The spotless Lamb of God : 
 He bears them all, and frees us 
 From the accursed load. 
 
 2 I bring my guilt to Jesus, 
 To wash my crimson stains 
 
 White in his blood most precious, 
 Till not a spot remains. 
 
 3 I lay my wants on Jesus : 
 All fullness dwells in him ; 
 
 Ho healeth my diseases, 
 He doth my soul redeem. 
 
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 4 I lay my griefs on Jesus, 
 My burdens and my cares ; 
 
 He from them all releases, 
 lie all my sorrows shares. 
 
 5 I love the name of Jesus — 
 Immanuel, Christ, the Lord! 
 
 Like fragrance on the breezes, 
 His name is spread abroad. 
 
 6 I long to be like Jesus, 
 Meek, loving, lowly, mild ; 
 
 1 long to be like Jesus, 
 
 The Father's holy child. 
 
 7 I long to be with Jesus, 
 Amid the heavenly throng; 
 
 To sing with saints his praises,- 
 And learn the angels' song. 
 
 154 s. M. 
 
 Tlymn for an Infant Cla^s. 
 
 SAVIOUR, do thou appear, 
 Our Sabbath school to bless ; 
 Give to our youthful hearts thy fear, 
 And perfect righteousness. 
 
 2 Thy boundless grace reveal, 
 And all our fears remove ; 
 
 And let our youthful spirits feel 
 The kindlings of thy love. 
 
 3 Subdue our hearts to thee, 
 And may our infant tongues 
 
 From all offense and guile be free. 
 And full of cheerful songs. 
 
 4 Call us each one by name, 
 Receive each child as thine ; 
 
 And O, regard our youthful claim, 
 With benefits divine. 
 
SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 255 p. M. 446, 446 ; or„C. M. 
 
 . Little Cldld's 3forning Hymn, 
 
 THE morning bright, 
 With rosy light, 
 Has waked me up from sleep : 
 Father, I own 
 Thy love alone 
 Thy little one doth keep. 
 
 2 All through the day 
 I humbly pray, 
 
 Be thou my guard and guide: 
 
 My sins forgive, 
 
 And let me live. 
 Blest Jesus, near thy side. 
 
 3 O make thy rest 
 Within my breast, 
 
 Great Spirit of all grace : 
 
 Make me like thee — 
 
 Then^shall I be 
 Prepared to see thy face. 
 
 156 L. M. 
 
 Against Evil Words. 
 
 A LMIGHTY God, to thee I cry, 
 xL Assist a child's infirmity ; 
 Nor let me with my lips draw nigh, 
 While my heart wanders far from thee. 
 
 2 Ah ! never let me speak a word 
 But what with all my soul I mean ; 
 
 Or lie to thee, thou glorious Lord, 
 By whom my every thought is seen. 
 
 3 But with submissive lowliness 
 Should I approach thy glorious throne, 
 
 How can I hope by words to please, 
 To please a God I ha\e not known ? 
 
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 4 I know not what to do or say. 
 Till thy bless'd Spirit 1 receive, 
 
 And Jesus teaches me to pray, 
 And Jesus teaches me to live. 
 
 ;[57 . P. M. 87, 87, 87. 
 
 Tlie Good Shex^herd. 
 
 GRACIOUS Saviour, gentle Shepherd, 
 Little ones are dear to thee ; 
 Gather'd with thine arms, and carried 
 
 In thy bosom, we may be 
 Sweetly, fondly, safely tended — 
 From all want and danger Iree. 
 
 2 Tender Shepherd, never leave us 
 From thy iold to go astray; 
 
 By thy look of love direct us : 
 May we walk the narrow way. 
 
 Thus direct us, and defend ns, 
 Lest we fall to sin a prey. 
 
 3 Cleanse our hearts from sinful folly, 
 In the stream thy love supplied ; 
 
 Mingled stream of blood and water, 
 Flowing from thy wounded side ; 
 
 And to heavenly pastures lead us, 
 Where the peaceful waters glide. 
 
 4 Let thy holy Word instruct us ; 
 Fill our minds with heavenly light : 
 
 Let thy love and grace constrain us, 
 
 To approve v^^hale'er is right ; 
 Take thy easy yoke and wear it, 
 
 And to prove thy burden light. 
 
 5 Taught to lisp the holy praises 
 Which on earth thy children sing, 
 
 Both with lips and hearts unfeigned 
 May we our thank-offerings bring. 
 
 And with all the saints in glory 
 Join to praise the Shepherd-King. 
 
90 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 |5g p. M. 446, 44C; or, C M 
 
 Little Child's Evening Hymn. 
 
 mHE daylight fades; 
 X The evening shades 
 Are gathering round my head: 
 Father above, 
 
 1 praise that love ■ 
 
 Which smooths and guards my bed. 
 
 2 While thou art near, 
 1 need not fear 
 
 The gloom of midnight hour : 
 
 Blest Jesus, still 
 
 From every ill 
 Defend me with thy power. 
 
 3 Pardon my sin, 
 And enter in 
 
 And sanctify my heart : 
 
 Spirit divine, 
 
 O make me thine. 
 And ne'er from me depart. 
 
 159 L. M. 
 
 Prayer for Conversion. 
 
 LORD, look upon a little child, 
 By nature sinful, rude, and wild: 
 O ! put thy gracious hands on me. 
 And make me all 1 ought to be. 
 
 2 Make me thy child, a child of God, 
 W^ash'd in my Saviour's precious blood 
 And my whole heart, from sin set free, 
 A little vessel full of thee. 
 
 3 A star of early dawn and bright, 
 Shining within thy sacred light ; 
 A beam of grace to all around ; 
 
 A little spot of hallow'd ground. 
 
INFANT CLASSES. 91 
 
 4 Dear Jesus, take me to thy breast, 
 And bless me, that 1 may be blest ; 
 Both when I wake, and when I sleep, 
 Thy little lamb in safety keep. 
 
 1 g Q 4th P. M. 886, 886. 
 
 « Tlie Little One:' 
 
 IN Holy Scriptures 1 am told. 
 That there are lambs withm the fold 
 Of God's beloved Son ; 
 That Jesus Christ, with tender care. 
 Will in his arms most gently bear 
 The helpless "little one." 
 
 2 And I, a little straying lamb, 
 May come to Jesus as 1 am, 
 
 Though goodness I have none ; 
 May now be folded on his breast, 
 As birds within the parent nest, 
 
 And be his " little one." 
 
 3 And he can do all this for me, 
 Because he died, on Calvary, 
 
 For children's sins to' atone ; 
 And, having wash'd their guilt away, 
 He now rejoices day by day. 
 
 To cleanse the " little one." 
 
 4 Others there are, who love me too; 
 But who, with all their love, can do 
 
 What Jesus Christ has done ? 
 Then, if he teaches me to pray, 
 I'll surely go to him and say. 
 
 Lord !• keep thy "little one." 
 
 5 Thns by this gracious Shepherd fed, 
 And by his mercy gently led 
 
 Where living waters run. 
 My greatest pleasure will be this, 
 That I'm a little lamb of his, 
 
 Who loves the "little one." 
 
92 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 161 C.M. 
 
 Prayer for Grace. 
 
 SOON as my infant lips can speak 
 Their feeble prayer to thee, 
 O let my heart thy favor seek — 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
 2 In childhood's following years my tongue 
 • Tuned to thy praise shall be, 
 
 And this the' expressive humble song — 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
 3 From every sin that wounds the heart 
 May I be taught to Ilee ; 
 
 O bid them all from me depart — 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
 4 When, with life's heavy load oppress'd, 
 I bend the trembling knee ; 
 
 Then give my suff'ring spirit rest — 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
 5 O let me, on the bed of death, 
 Thy great salvation see ; 
 
 And cry, with my expiring breath, 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
 ]^g2 4th P. M. 886,885. 
 
 Cliildren siipplicaiing. 
 
 OUR Father, hallow'd be thy name, 
 The sweetest infant lips can frame, 
 
 We lift our prayer to thee : 
 Do thou the Holy Spirit send. 
 Our guardian, guide, instructor, friend, 
 
 And comforter to be. 
 2 Protect and lead our erring youth 
 In paths of piety and truth, 
 
 Nor ever let us stray ; 
 But, through the Saviour's dying love 
 Bring us to dwell with thee above 
 
 In everlasting, day. 
 
INEANT CLASSES. 93 
 
 ]^ g 3 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. 
 
 An InfimVs Prayer. 
 
 JESUS, Saviour, Son of God, 
 Who for me life's pathway trod. 
 Who for me became a child ; 
 Make me humble, meek, and mild. 
 
 2 I thy little lamb would be ; 
 Jesus, 1 would follow thee : 
 Samuel was thy child of old ; 
 Take me, too, within thy fold. 
 
 3 Teach me how to pray to thee ; 
 Make me holy, heavenly : 
 
 Let me love what thou dost love ; 
 Let me live with thee above. 
 
 164 CM. 
 
 Against Wandering Thouglits. 
 
 WHEN daily I kneel down to pray, 
 As I am taught to do, 
 God does not care for what I say, 
 Unless I feel it too. 
 
 2 Yet foolish thoughts my heart beguile; 
 And when I pray or sing, 
 
 ['m often thinking all the while 
 About some other thing. 
 
 3 Some idle play, or childish toy. 
 Can send my thoughts abroad ; 
 
 Though this should be my greatest joy — 
 To love and seek the Lord. 
 
 4 O, let me never, never dare 
 To act the trifler's part ; 
 
 Or think that God will hear a prayer 
 That comes not from my heart. 
 
 5 But if I make his ways my choice, 
 As holy children do. 
 
 Then, while 1 seek him with my voice, 
 My heart will love him too. 
 
94 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 |g5 5th P. U. 4 lines Is. 
 
 Iforning Hymn for an Infmit Schools 
 
 FIRST CLASS. 
 
 LITTLE schoolmates, can you tefl 
 Who has kept us safe and well. 
 Through the watches of the night, 
 Brought us safe to see the light? 
 
 SECOND CLASS. 
 
 2 Yes ; it is our God does keep 
 Little children while they sleep ; 
 
 . He has kept us safe from harm, 
 Shelter'd by his powerful arm. 
 
 FIRST CLASS. 
 
 3 Can you tell who gives us food, 
 Clothes, and home, and parents good, 
 Schoolmates dear, and teachers kind, 
 Useful books, and active mind I 
 
 SECOND CLASS. 
 
 4 Yes ; our heav'nly Father's care 
 Gives us all we ea't and wear ; 
 
 All our books, and all our friends, 
 God, in kindness, to us sends. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 5 0, then, let us thankful be. 
 For his mercies large and free j 
 Every morning let us raise 
 Our young voices in his praise. 
 
 J g g 6th P. M. 6 Imcs 7s. 
 
 The Little Lambs. 
 
 VERY little ones are we, 
 O how mild we all should be ! 
 Never quarrel, never fight: 
 This would be a shocking sight. 
 And would break a happy rule 
 Of our much-loved infant school. 
 
INFANT CLASSES. 95 
 
 2 Just like pretty little lambs 
 Softly skipping by their dams, 
 We'll be gentle all the day, 
 Love to learn as well as play ; 
 And attend to every rule 
 
 Of our much-loved infant schocL 
 
 3 In the winter, when 't is mild, 
 We may run, but not be wild ; 
 But in summer we must walk. 
 And improve the time by talk ; 
 Thus we may come nice and cool 
 To our much-loved infant school. 
 
 167 CM. 
 
 Ati Tnymifs ITijmn. 
 
 I'M not too young to love the Lord, 
 Who does so much for me ; 
 My blessmgs come alone from God — 
 How thankful I should be ! 
 
 2 I 'm not too young a prayer to raise 
 To God who dwells on high ; 
 
 He Ml listen to my song of praise, 
 And hear my leebie cry. 
 
 3 1 'm not too young for Christ to save; 
 He even died for me ; 
 
 Yes! h9 his life for children gave, 
 Ana will their Saviour be. 
 
 4 I'm not too young to die and go 
 To Jesus Christ in heaven ; 
 
 But ere I reach that place 1 know 
 My sins must be forgiven. 
 
 5 O Saviour, listen to my prayer, 
 And change this heart of mine ; 
 
 O 1 take an infant to thy care. 
 And make me wholly thine. 
 
96 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Igg 10th P. M. 4 lines 8s. 
 
 Gratitude to Parentfi. 
 
 MY father, my mother, I know 
 I cannot your kindness repay; 
 But I hope that, as older 1 grow, 
 1 shall learn your commands to' obey. 
 
 2 You loved me before I could tell 
 Who it was that so tenderly smiled ; 
 
 But now that I know it so well, 
 I should be a most dutiful child. 
 
 3 I am sorry that ever I should 
 Be naughty and give you a pain ; 
 
 I hope I shall learn to be good. 
 And so never grieve you again. 
 
 4 But lest, after all, I should dare 
 To act an undutiful part, 
 
 Whenever I 'm saying my prayer, 
 1 '11 ask for a teachable heart. 
 
 1 g 9 26th P. M. 76, 76, 76, 76. 
 
 The ChilcVs Wish. 
 T WANT to be an angel, 
 X And with the angeis stand, 
 A crown upon my forehead, 
 A harp within my hand. 
 , There, right before my Saviour, 
 So glorious and so bright, 
 I'd wake the sweetest music, 
 And praise him day and night. 
 
 2 I never should be weary, 
 Nor ever shed a tear, 
 
 Nor ever know a sorrow, 
 
 Nor ever feel a fear ; 
 But blessed, pure, and holy, 
 
 I'd dwell in Jesus' sight. 
 And with ten thousand thousands 
 
 Praise him both day and night. 
 
INFANT CLASSES. 97 
 
 3 I know I 'm weak and sinful, 
 But Jesus will forgive, 
 
 For many little children 
 Have gone to heaven to live. 
 
 Dear Saviour, when 1 languish, 
 And lay me down to die, 
 
 O, send a shining angel 
 To bear me to the sky. 
 
 4 O, there I'll be an angel, 
 And with the angels stand, 
 
 A crown upon my forehead, 
 
 A harp within my hand ; 
 And there before my Saviour 
 
 So glorious and so bright, 
 I'll join the heavenly music. 
 
 And praise him day and night. 
 
 170 Cm. 
 
 Sioeet Sal/bath School. 
 
 HOW sweet upon the Sabbath d%. 
 To meet with one accord, ^ 
 
 Where we our Scripture lessons say, 
 And learn to serve the Lord. 
 
 2 They tell us here the little child— 
 Though very young, as we — 
 
 May come to Him who gently nmiled 
 On lisping infancy. 
 
 3 They say, he'll take us to his arms. 
 And then pronounce us blest ; 
 
 And that we 're safe from threat'ning harms* 
 Reposing on his breast. 
 
 4 They tell us, too, that childhood's voice 
 Our Jesus loves to hear, — 
 
 When meekly we in praise rejoice, 
 'T is pleasing in his ear. 
 7 
 
98 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 J 71 8th p. M. 87, 87, 47. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 MIGHTY God, while angeis bless thee, 
 May not intents lisp thy name f 
 Lord of men as well as angels, 
 Thou art every creature^s theme ! 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Hallelujah, Amen ! 
 2 Lord of every land and nation, 
 
 Ancient of eternal days. 
 Sounded through the wide creation, 
 Be thy just and lawful praise : 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Hallelujah, Amen ! 
 
 Praise and Prayer. 
 
 MEET and right it is, that I 
 Should my Maker glorify ; 
 Born for this alone 1 am, 
 God tg praise through Jesus' name : 
 Author of my life, receive 
 Praise, the best a child can give. 
 2 Teach me, as I older grow. 
 Thee in Christ aright to know ; 
 That 1 may thy blessings prize, 
 Bring thee Jesus' sacrifice ; 
 Thee with understanding praise ; 
 Love, and serve thee all my days. 
 
 173 4th P. M, 886, 886. 
 
 For Thou hast teen Strength to the Poor. 
 
 GREAT God, our infant voices raise, 
 And tune our lips and hearts with praise. 
 Thy goodness to adore ; 
 Our life, our health, our every friend, 
 From thee arose, on thee depend, 
 Kind Father of the poor. 
 
INFANT CLASSES. 99 
 
 2 Stretch o'er our heads thy guardian wings, 
 Secure the weak, O King of kings ! 
 
 The stranger's refuge be ; 
 And, as thy hand conducts our youth. 
 Inspire our tender minds with truth— 
 
 The truth that leads to thee. 
 
 174 L.M. 
 
 JTlm thdt Cometh to Me Iicill in no icise cast out. 
 
 DEAR Saviour, let an infant claim 
 The favor to address thy name : 
 Thou wast so meek, that babes may be 
 Encouraged to draw near to thee. 
 
 2 Now to a child, dear Lord, impart 
 A penitent, believing heart ; 
 
 O, cleanse me by thy precious blood, 
 And till me with the love of God. 
 
 3 Though oft I sin, yet save me still, 
 And make me love thy sacred will ; 
 Each day prepare me by thy grace 
 With joy at last to see thy face. 
 
 175 9th P. M. 87, 87. 
 
 Tlie Good Sliepherd. 
 
 JESUS says that we must love him ; 
 Helpless as the lambs are we ; 
 But he very kindly tells us, 
 That our Shepherd he will be. 
 
 2 Heavenly Shepherd, deign to watch us. 
 Guard us both by night and day ; 
 
 Pity show to little children. 
 Who like lambs too often stray. 
 
 3 We are always prone to wander, 
 Grant to keep us from each snare ; 
 
 Teach our infant hearts to praise thee 
 For thy kindness and thy care. 
 
100 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 J7g 5th P. M. Klines 7s 
 
 A little Child's Prayer. 
 
 GENTLE Jesus, meek and mild, 
 Look upon a little child ; 
 Pity my simplicity, 
 Suffer me to come to thee. 
 
 2 Fain I would to thee be brought; 
 Gracious Lord, forbid it not : 
 Give a little child a place 
 
 In the kingdom of thy grace. 
 
 3 1 shall then show forth thy praise. 
 Serve thee all my happy days : 
 Then the world shall always see 
 Christ, the holy Child, in me. 
 
 177 s.M 
 
 Evening. 
 
 THE sun has gone to rest. 
 The bee forsakes the flower. 
 The young bird slumbers in its nest 
 Within the leafy bower. 
 
 2 Where have I been this day ? 
 Into what folly run ? 
 
 Forgive me, Father, when I pray, 
 Through Jesus Christ, thy Son. 
 
 3 When all my days are o'er. 
 And in the grave 1 lie, 
 
 Do thou permit my soul to soar 
 To worlds beyond the sky. 
 
 •178 5th P. M. Klines Is. 
 
 Tlie Humiliation of Christ. 
 
 CHRIST is merciful and mild, 
 He was once a little child : 
 He whom heavenly hosts adore 
 Lived on earth among the poor. 
 
INFANT CLASSES. 101 
 
 2 Every bird can build its nest : 
 Foxes have x,Aeir place of rest : 
 He, by whom the world was made, 
 Had not where to lay his head. 
 
 3 He who is the Lord most high, 
 Then was poorer far than I, 
 That I might hereafter be 
 
 Rich to all eternity. 
 
 179 CM. 
 
 Early Conseoraiion, 
 
 NOW that our journey 's just begun, 
 Our road so little trod, 
 We'll come, before we further run, 
 And give ourselves to God. 
 
 2 And lest we should be ever led 
 Through sinful paths to stray, 
 
 We would at once begin to tread 
 In wisdom's pleasant way. 
 
 3 What sorrows may our steps attend 
 We never can foretell ; 
 
 But if the Lord will be our friend, 
 We know all will be well. 
 
 JgQ 9LhP. M. 87, 87. 
 
 Evening Ilymn. 
 
 JESUS, tender Shepherd, hear me, 
 Bless thy little lamb to-night ; 
 Through the darkness be thou near me, 
 Keep me safe till mornmg light. 
 
 2 Through this day thy hand has led me. 
 And I thank thee for thy care ; 
 
 Thou hast warm'd me, clothed, and fed me-, 
 Listen to my evening prayer. 
 
 3 Let my sins be all forgiven, 
 Bless the friends I love so well ; 
 
 Take me, when I die, to heaven, 
 Happy there with thee to dwell. 
 
102 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 J g J P. M. 86, 66, 88, 86- 
 
 Aioay to Sahhatk School. 
 
 THE morning sky is bright and clear — 
 Away to Sabbath school ; 
 Let each one in the class appear — 
 
 Away to Sabbath school : 
 'T is there we learn his holy Word, 
 And iind the road that leads to God. 
 Away, away, away, away, 
 Away to Sabbath school. 
 
 2 In season let us all be there — 
 Away to Sabbath school ; 
 
 That we may join the opening prayer — 
 
 Away to Sabbath school : 
 There we can raise our hearts to heaven, 
 And praise the Lord for blessmgs given. 
 
 Away, away, away, away, 
 
 Away to Sabbath school. 
 
 3 Let us remember, while at prayer, 
 When at the Sabbath school, 
 
 Our teachers' kindness, and their care, 
 
 Toward our Sabbath school. 
 We'll be submissive, good, and kind, 
 And every rule and order mind. 
 Away, away, away, away, 
 Away to Sabbath school. 
 
 182 L. M. 
 
 lie gathereih the Lainhs icWi Mr Ann. 
 
 OLORD our Shepherd, deign to keep 
 Thy little lambs, thy feeble sheep ; 
 And when our feet V'/ould go astray. 
 Restrain and guide us in thy way. 
 
 2 When faint and trembling with alarms^ 
 O gather us within thine arms ; 
 Kind Shepherd, on thy gracious breast 
 The weakest lamb may safely rest. 
 
INFANT CLASSES, 103 
 
 1 gg 5tli P. M. 4 lines 7a^ 
 
 Christ liveth in 3Te. 
 
 LOVING Jesus, gentle Lamb, 
 In thy gracious hands I am ; 
 Make me, Saviour, what thou art ; 
 Live thyself within my heart. 
 
 2 1 shall then show forth thy praise ; 
 Serve thee all my happy days ; 
 Then the world shall always see 
 Christ, the holy Child, in me. 
 
 184 P. M. 55, 55, 77. 
 
 The Precious Sdbhath School. 
 
 LOVELY is the dawn 
 Of each rising day ; 
 Loveliest the morn 
 Of the Sabbath day : 
 Yet our joys would not be fall 
 Had we not the Sabbath schooL 
 
 2 All the week we spend 
 Full of youth and bliss ; 
 
 Every changing scene 
 Brings its happiness ; 
 Y~et no joys are half as full. 
 As we meet at Sabbath schooL 
 
 3 Why do children stay 
 From this source of joy ? 
 
 What we learn to-day 
 Time cannot destroy ; 
 And we wish the seats were full 
 At this precious Sabbath schooL 
 
 4 Teachers, you are kind 
 Thus to point the road, 
 
 Leading us from sin 
 To our Father, God; 
 And our joys are ever full, 
 When we are at Sabbath school. 
 
104 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 135 9th p. M. 87, 87. 
 
 Mutual Love, 
 u T ITTLE children, love each other;" 
 
 JLi 'T is the blessed Saviour's rule : 
 Every little one is brother 
 . To his play-fellows at school. 
 
 2 We're all children of one Father, 
 That great God who reigrs above ; 
 
 Shall we quarrel ? No ; much raiher 
 Would we dwell like him — in love. 
 
 3 He has placed us here together, 
 That we may be good and kind • 
 
 He is ever watching whether 
 We are one m heart and mind. 
 
 4 Who is stronger than the other? 
 Let him be the weak one's friend : 
 
 Who's more playthmgs than his brother? 
 He should like to give or lend. 
 
 5 All they have they share with others, 
 With kind looks and gentle words : 
 
 Thus they live like happy brothers, 
 And are known to be the Lord's. 
 
 186 c.M. 
 
 Example of Christ 
 
 MY Saviour, now in heaven above. 
 But once a child like me ; 
 Look down upon me in thy love, 
 And make me like to thee. 
 
 2 O make me holy as thou wert, 
 When thou on earth didst live ; 
 
 O take away my wicked heart — 
 A better nature give. 
 
 3 I would be like thee if I could, 
 But thou must teach me how ; 
 
 O blessed Saviour, make me good; 
 In mercy hear me now. 
 
EARLY PIETY. 
 
 INYITATIOKS AND WARNINGS. 
 
 187 c.M. 
 
 Chrisfs Invitation. 
 
 OUR Saviour bids the children cornet* 
 He bids us come to him ; 
 And, as in other days, he spreads 
 His arms to take us in. 
 
 2 Forever blessed be his name ; 
 No earthly love like his ! 
 
 O may it draw our hearts to him, 
 And to the world of bliss ! 
 
 3 There may we come at last, to sing 
 In nobler strains his praise ; 
 
 And join the little ones who stand 
 Before our Father's face. 
 
 188 s.M. 
 
 Progress and Consequence of Sin. 
 
 OUR evil actions spring 
 From small and hidden seeds : 
 At first we think some wicked thing, 
 Then practice sinful deeds. 
 
 2 Wherever sin begins. 
 
 It tends to death and woe ; 
 
 And he who heeds not little sins 
 
 A sinner's doom shall know. 
 
 3 O for a holy fear 
 Of every evil way. 
 
 That we may never venture near 
 The path that leads astray. 
 
106 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 J 3 9 3d p. M. 4 6s and 2 Ss. 
 
 Youthful Piety. 
 
 WHILE the light from heaven 
 ^ Rests on life's early morn, 
 When with each. blessing given 
 
 A new delight is born, 
 Dear little ones, his praises sing, 
 From whom your choicest comforts spring 
 
 2 Ere earth's bright scenes shall fade, 
 And joys like flowers depart, 
 
 O be the purpose made 
 
 To give to God your heart : 
 Dear little ones, remember him, 
 Ere care and grief your bright hopes dim. 
 
 3 His easy yoke now take 
 Upon you with delight ; 
 
 His tender love will make 
 
 His burden very light : 
 Dear little ones, be timely wise, 
 And make his holy ways your choice. 
 
 1 90 30th P. M. 11, 10, 11, 10, 
 
 Inviiaiion to the You7ig> 
 riOME, youthful sinners, come, haste to the 
 \J Saviour : 
 
 Come, ye young v^^anderers, cling to his side : 
 Kneel at his mercy-seat, sue for his favor, 
 
 Lambs of his bosom, for whom he hath died. 
 
 2 Come to his temple-gate, come in life's 
 
 morning : 
 Give up your souls to the Guide of your youth • 
 How fair is grace, the young bosom adorning ! 
 What robe so pure as the raiment of truth I 
 
 3 Can you find pleasure in pathways unholy ? 
 Hope ye for wisdom in wandering from God ? 
 
 Sorrow and shame wait the votaries of folly : 
 Earth has no comfort not found in his blood. 
 
EARLY PIETY. 107 
 
 4 Has he not died for you ? gaze on his passion : 
 There see the tokens of sorrow and love. 
 
 Lives he not now for you ? Jesus the Saviour 
 Bled and ascended to crown you above. 
 
 J 9 J ^ 26th P. M. 76, 76, 76, 7G. 
 
 Eemeinber thy Creator. 
 T) EMEMBER thy Creator, 
 li While youth's fair spring is bright; 
 Before thy cares are greater, 
 
 Before comes age's night : 
 While yet the sun shines o'er thee, 
 
 While stars the darkness cheer ; 
 While life is all before thee. 
 
 Thy great Creator fear. 
 2 Remember thy Creator, 
 
 Before the dust returns 
 To earth — for 't is its nature — 
 
 And life's last ember burns. ' 
 
 Before the God who gave it 
 
 The spirit shall appear ; 
 He cries, who died to save it, 
 
 Thy great Creator fear. 
 
 192 CM. 
 
 Suffer the little Children to come unto Me. 
 
 SEE, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands 
 With all-engaging charms ; 
 Hark, how he calls the tender lambs, 
 And folds them in his arms. 
 
 2 Permit them to approach, he cries, 
 Nor scorn their humble name ; 
 
 For 'twas to bless such souls as these 
 The Lord of angels came. 
 
 3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, 
 And yield them up to thee ; 
 
 Joyful that we ourselves are thine, 
 Thine let our offspring be. 
 
108 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 J 9 3 P. M. 64, 64, 44, 64. 
 
 Invitation. 
 
 CHILD of sin and sorrow, 
 Fill'd with dismay, 
 Wait not for to-morrow, 
 
 Yield thee today ; 
 Heaven bids thee come, 
 While yet there 's room ; t 
 
 Child of sin and sorrow, 
 Hear and obey. 
 2 Child of sin and sorrow. 
 
 Why wilt thou die ? 
 Come, while thou canst borrow 
 
 Help from on high : 
 Grieve not that love, 
 Which from above, 
 
 Child of sin and sorrow. 
 Would bring thee nigh. 
 
 194 CM. 
 
 The Neojo Birth. 
 
 THEY tell me that beyond the seas, 
 In distant heathen lands, 
 The people worship idol gods. 
 The work of human hands. 
 
 2 They never heard of Jesus Christ, 
 And all his dying love ; 
 
 They fear not hell below, nor care 
 For joys of heaven above. 
 
 3 O, what a wretched state is theirs ! 
 How sad no tongue can say ! 
 
 But am I wiser, let me ask, 
 Or better off than they ? 
 
 4 What good can come of all I know 
 Of God's most holy Word, 
 
 Unless my heart be changed and brought 
 To kiiow and love the Lord ? 
 
EARLY PIETY. 109 
 
 5 If I delight in earthly things, 
 Instead of God alone, 
 
 I worship idols just as they 
 Who bow to wood and stone. 
 
 6 Since, then, I am to evil born 
 Like other sons of men, 
 
 O grant, that by thy Spirit, Lord, 
 I may be born again. 
 
 ]^ 9 5 26th P. M. 76, 76, 76, 76. 
 
 Come ere it be too late. 
 
 OCOME in life's gay morning, 
 Ere in thy sunny way 
 The flowers of hope have wither'd, 
 
 And sorrow end thy day. 
 Come, while from joy's bright fountain 
 
 The streams of pleasure flow, 
 Come ere thy buoyant spirits 
 Have felt the blight of woe. 
 * 
 
 2 " Remember thy Creator" 
 Now in thy youthful days. 
 
 And he will guide thy footsteps 
 Through life's uncertain maze. 
 
 " Remember thy Creator," 
 He calls in tones of love. 
 
 And offers deathless glories 
 In brighter worlds above. 
 
 3 And in the hour of sadness, 
 When earthly joys depart. 
 
 His love shall be thy solace. 
 And cheer thy drooping heart. 
 
 And when life's storm is over. 
 And thou from earth art free, 
 
 Thy God will be thy portion 
 Throughout eternity. 
 
110 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 196 C.T.I. 
 
 liemeniber thy Creator, 
 
 DEAR children, now remember God, 
 While health's full current flows ; 
 Ere o'er your path affliction's cloud 
 Its sadd'ning shadow throws. 
 
 2 Remember him, while now life's spring 
 Thy smiling hours attend; 
 
 Revcfiving days v^dll winter bring, 
 Thy transient course to end. 
 
 3 Let memory those sweet yvords retrace, 
 He spoke txhy heart to gain — 
 
 "The soul that early seeks my face, 
 Shall never seek in vain." 
 
 4 And while he looks from vv^orlds on high. 
 Thus to remember thee, 
 
 Be this thine ever suppliant cry, 
 '' O Lord, remember me." 
 
 197 L.M. 
 
 !fhe Children warned. 
 
 CHILDREN, hath not a voice within 
 Oft v/hisper'd to your secret soul — 
 Urged you to leave the ways of sin. 
 And yield your heart to God's control ? 
 
 2 Hath it not met you in the path 
 Of youthful mirth and vanity. 
 
 And, pointing to the coming wrath, 
 Warn'd you from that dread wrath to flee 
 
 3 Children, it was a heavenly voice ; 
 It was the Spirit's gracious call ; 
 
 It bade you make the better choice. 
 And haste to seek in Christ your all. 
 
 4 O heed the call to life and light ; 
 Regard in time the warning kind ! 
 
 That call no longer dare to slight ; 
 Seek now, and mercy you shall find. 
 
EARLY PIETY. Ill 
 
 198 S.M. 
 
 Seeking God ivhile he may "he found. 
 
 MY son, know thou the Lord, 
 Thy fathers' God obey : 
 Seek his protecting care by night, 
 His guardian hand by day. 
 
 2 Call while he may be found, 
 And seek him while he's near ; ^ 
 
 Serve him with all thy heart and mind, 
 And worship him with fear. 
 
 3 If thou wilt seek his face, 
 His ear will hear thy cry : 
 
 Then shalt thou find his mercy sure, 
 His grace forever nigh. 
 
 4 But if thou leave thy God, 
 Nor choose the path to heaven. 
 
 Then shalt thou perish in thy sins, 
 And never be forgiven. 
 
 199 CM. 
 
 Youtfifid Piety, n^ 
 P EMEMBER thy Creator now, 
 l\) In these thy youthful days ; 
 He will accept thine earliest vow, 
 And listen to thy praise. 
 
 2 Remember thy Creator now ; 
 Seek him while he is near : 
 
 For evil days will come, when thou 
 Shalt find no comfort here. 
 
 3 Remember thy Creator now — 
 His willing servant be ; 
 
 Then,.\vhen thy head in death shall bow, 
 He will remember thee. 
 
 4 Almighty God ! our hearts incline 
 Thy heavenly voice to hear ; 
 
 Let all our future days be thine, 
 Devoted to thy fear. 
 
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 Samuel. 
 
 ONCE, in the silence of the night, 
 The lamp of God was clear and bright ; 
 And there, by holy angels kept, 
 Samuel the child securely slept. 
 
 2 An unknown voice the stillness broke ; 
 *' Samuel," it cali'd, and thrice it spoke : 
 HeTose — he ask'd whence came the word? 
 From Eli ? no ; it was the Lord. 
 
 3 Thus early cali'd to serve his God, 
 The paths of righteousness he trod ; 
 Wisdom and mercy ruled his breast, 
 And Israel, taught by him, was blest. 
 
 4 Speak, Lord, and from our earliest days 
 Incline our hearts to love thy ways ; 
 
 O let thy voice now reach our ear ; 
 Speak, Lord, and let thy servants hear. 
 
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 3l?tif7i the Season for Piety. 
 
 NOW in the season of thy youth, 
 In nature's smiling bloom. 
 Ere age arrives, and trembling waits 
 
 Its summons to the tomb, — 
 Remember thy Creator now ; 
 
 For him thy powers employ ; 
 Make him thy fear, thy love, thy hope, 
 Thy confidence and joy. 
 
 2 He will defend and guide thy youth 
 
 Through life's uncertain sea, 
 Till thou art landed on the coast 
 
 Of bless'd eternity : 
 Then seek the Lord at once, and choose 
 
 The path of heavenly truth : 
 This earth affords no lovelier sight 
 
 Than a religious youth. 
 
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 202. CM. 
 
 The Wise Choice. 
 
 YE hearts with youthful vigor warm, 
 In smiling crowds draw near, 
 And turn from every mortal charm, 
 A Saviour's voice to hear. 
 
 2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high, 
 Stoops to converse with you ; 
 
 And lays his radiant glories by, 
 Your friendship to pursue. 
 
 3 " The soul that longs to see my face 
 Is sure my love to gain ; 
 
 And those that early seek my grace 
 Shall never seek in vain." 
 
 4 What object, Lord, my soul should move, 
 If once compared with thee ? 
 
 What beauty should command my love, 
 Like what in Christ I see ? 
 
 5 Away, ye false, delusive toys. 
 
 Vain tempters of the mind^ 
 *T is here I fix my lasting ch(flle, 
 And here true bliss I find. 
 
 203 P.M. 87, 87, 77, 
 
 The Truly Blest. 
 
 THEY are blest, and blest forever. 
 Who in childhood's early day. 
 Seek the care of him, who never 
 
 Turns the seeking soul away. 
 Jesus, lest their feet should slide. 
 Condescends to be their guide. 
 2 Who the world's temptations scorning^ 
 
 Keep in view the great reward. 
 And in youth's delightful morning. 
 
 Yield themselves unto the Lord, 
 Jesus will their portion be 
 Now and through eternity. 
 
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 MOTIVES. 
 
 204 36th p. M. 86, 886. 
 
 Tlie Young may die. 
 
 THE rose-bud yet unblown may lie 
 Wither'd beside the way ; 
 Th^lamb amid the flock, may die, 
 The grave unthought of may be nigh 
 To children young as they. 
 
 2 O let not one short day be past, 
 Without a pardon sought : 
 
 Many a day has proved the last, 
 
 And suddenly their lot been cast, 
 
 Who little fear'd or thought. 
 
 3 Now, Saviour, bless me ; then, wh' ne'er 
 My life or death may be. 
 
 There shall be left no cause for fear, 
 For if removed from living here, 
 A heaven remains for me. 
 
 205 27th P. M. 4 lines lis. 
 
 Seelcing God earlij. 
 
 LIKE mist on the mountain, like ships on the 
 sea. 
 So swiftly the years of our pilgrimage flee ; 
 In the grave with our fathers how soon we shall 
 O children, to-day to the dear Saviour fly ! [lie ! 
 
 2 How sweet are the flow'rets in April and May ! 
 Yet often the frost makes them wither away : 
 Like flowers you may fade ; are you ready to die ? 
 While " yet there is room," to the dear Saviour fly! 
 
 3 When Samuel was young, he first knew the 
 Lord ; 
 
 He slept in his smile, and rejoiced in his word ! 
 So, most of God's children are early bro't nigh: 
 O seek him in youth — to the dear Saviour fly ! 
 
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 Death ajpproadv^!^. 
 
 THERE is an hour when I must die, • 
 Nor do I know how soon 'twill come ; 
 A thousand children, young as 1, 
 Are call'd by death to hear their doom. 
 
 2 Let me improve the hours I have, 
 Before the day of grace is fled^ 
 
 There's no repentance in the grave, 
 Nor pardon offer'd to the dead. 
 
 3 Just as a tree cut down, that fell ' 
 To north or southward, there it lies : 
 
 So man departs to heaven or hell, 
 Fix'd in the state wherein he dies. 
 
 207 CM. 
 
 The Soul 
 
 THOUGH I am young, I have a soul 
 The world can never buy ; 
 And while eternal ages ro^ 
 It will not, cannot die. ^ 
 
 2 For it must soar to worlds on high, 
 Where happy spirits dwell ; 
 
 Or, buried with the wicked, lie 
 . Deep in the grave of hell. 
 
 3 The soul by numerous sins defiled 
 Can never enter heaven, 
 
 Till God ana it be reconciled, 
 And all its sins forgiven: — 
 
 4 Till it be pure from all its stains. 
 In perfect righteousness ; 
 
 Cleansed by the Saviour's dying pains, 
 Renew'd by sovereign grace. 
 
 5 Pardon it, cleanse it, God of grace ! 
 And let it holy be ; 
 
 Array'd in thine own holiness, 
 And meet to dwell with thee. 
 
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 208 CM. 
 
 TIiou^ God, seest me. 
 
 ALMIGHTY God, thy piercing eye 
 Strikes through the shades of night. 
 And our most secret actions lie 
 
 All open to thy sight. 
 2 There 's not a sin that we commit, 
 
 ]>j0r wicked word we say, 
 But in thy dreadful book 'tis writ, 
 
 Against the judgment-day. 
 • 3 And must the crimes that I have done 
 
 Be read and publish'd there? 
 Be all exposed before the sun, 
 
 While men and angels hear? 
 4 Lord, at thy foot ashamed 1 lie ; 
 
 Upward 1 dare not look ; 
 Pardon my sins before 1 die, 
 
 And blot them from thy book. 
 
 209 . CM. 
 
 • Ihe WUe Choice. 
 
 WHY should we spend our youthful da}'! 
 In folly and in sin, 
 When wisdom shows her pleasant ways, 
 And bids us walk therein ? 
 
 2 Folly and sin our peace destroy ; 
 They glitter and are past : 
 
 They yield us but a moment's joy, 
 And end in death at last. 
 
 3 But, if true wisdom we possess, 
 Our joys shall never cease : 
 
 Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
 And all her paths are peace. 
 
 4 O may we, in our youthful days, 
 Attend to wisdom's voice ; 
 
 And make these holy, happy ways, 
 Our own delightful choice ! 
 
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 Shortness of Time: 
 
 FEW are our years, yet soon 
 We may be call'd to die ; 
 And, ere our life has reach'd its noon, 
 
 In the dark grave may lie. 
 2 Early, O Lord, bestow 
 
 The grace to live or die; -^ 
 
 To love and serve thee here below, 
 And yonder in the sky. 
 
 2W 5ih.F.M. 4 lines Is. 
 
 Choosing the Better Part. 
 
 MANY voices seem to say, 
 "Hither, children — here 's the way: 
 Haste along and nothing fear — 
 Every pleasant thing is here !" 
 
 2 Yes — but whither would ye lead ? 
 Is it happiness indeed ? 
 
 Or a little shining show, 
 Leading down to death and woe ? 
 
 3 We were made for better things : 
 High as heaven our nature springs : 
 Like the lark that upward flies. 
 We were made to seek the skies. 
 
 4 We were made to love and fear 
 That great God Vv^ho placed us here : 
 Made to study and fulfill 
 
 All his good and holy will. 
 
 5 We were made to work awhile, 
 Cheerful at our work to smile : 
 Thinking, as v;e labor thus, 
 
 Of the heaven prepared for us. 
 
 6 So, a pleasant path we'll tread. 
 By the hand of .Jesus led, 
 
 Till from sin and sorrow freed — 
 Ours is happiness indeed ! 
 
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 / (wi to line forever. 
 
 THE sun that lights the world shall fade. 
 The stars shall pass away ; 
 But I, a child, immortal made, 
 
 Shall witness their decay. 
 2 Yes, I shall live when they are dead, 
 
 Though now so bright they shine ; 
 Wheirearth, and all it holds, are fled, 
 
 Eternity is mine. 
 I 3 For I shall never, never die, 
 
 While God himself remains ; 
 But either live in heaven on high. 
 
 Or bound in hell in chains. 
 4 If heaven and hell ne'er pass away, 
 
 To Christ O let me flee ; 
 If pain be hard for one short day, 
 
 What must forever be ! 
 
 213 CM 
 
 27^0 Narroio Way. 
 
 THERE is a path that leads to God- 
 All others go astray : 
 Narrow, but pleasant is the road, 
 And Christians love the way. 
 
 2 It leads straight through this world oi sin, 
 And dangers must be pass'd ; 
 
 But those who boldly walk therein 
 Will come to heaven at last. 
 
 3 While the broad road where thousands gQ 
 Lies near, and opens fair ; 
 
 And many turn aside, I know. 
 To walk with sinners there. 
 
 4 But lest my feeble steps should slide, 
 Or wander from the way. 
 
 Lord, condescend to be my guide. 
 That I may never stray. 
 
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 Shortness of Time. 
 
 SWIFT the moments fly away- 
 First the hour and then the day, 
 Next the week, the month, the year, 
 Steal away, and disappear. 
 
 2 Time is ever on the wing, 
 "While I speak, or think, or sing ; 
 Whether working or at play, • 
 Time is rolling fast away ! 
 
 3 Think, my soul ! awake and see 
 What will soon become of thee ! 
 Whither tending, canst thou tell, — 
 Up to heaven, or down to hell ? 
 
 4 Jesus, I would humbly praj^ 
 Guide and keep me in the way ; 
 Every gift and grace bestow ; 
 Wean my heart from things below. 
 
 215 CM. 
 
 The Broad and the Narrow Way. 
 
 THERE is a way that's very broad — 
 'T is call'd the way of sin ; 
 We all, by nature, choose this road, 
 And thousands walk therein. 
 
 2 There is a little narrow way, 
 Which is so very strait. 
 
 That few, the Bible says, are they 
 Who enter at the gate. 
 
 3 This is the blessed path that leads 
 Direct to heaven above ; 
 
 Here the dear flock of Jesus feeds, 
 And walks in peace and love. 
 
 4 Come, all ye children, then, w^ho long, 
 To taste such love as this : 
 
 Forsake the wretched, sinful throng, 
 And choose the way of peace. 
 
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 216 CM. 
 
 Life a Sv/nimef's Dmj. 
 
 THIS life is but a summer's day 
 Of shadows and of light; 
 Its brightest sunbeams pass away, 
 
 And soon give place to nig^t. 
 Fair childhood is the early dawn, 
 
 And youth the morning gay ; 
 Marfhood's the noon so quickly gone, 
 And age the evening ray. 
 
 2 This life was given us to prepare 
 
 For that which is to come ; 
 O may I gain admittance there, 
 
 And find a heavenly home ! 
 And will the Lord my sins forgive 
 
 Through his redeeming love, 
 And bid me to his glory live, 
 
 And write my name above ? 
 
 217 CM. 
 
 Je!>u8 a Shepherd. 
 
 SEE, the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands, 
 And calls his sheep by name ; 
 Gathers the feeble in his arms. 
 And feeds each tender lamb. 
 
 2 He '11 lead us to the' heavenly streams 
 Where living waters flow ; 
 
 And guide us to the fruitful fields 
 Where trees of knowledge grow. 
 
 3 When, wand'ring from the fold, we leav^ 
 The strait and narrow way, 
 
 Our faithful Shepherd still is near 
 To guide us when we stray. 
 
 4 The feeblest lamb amidst the flock 
 Shall be the Shepherd's care ; 
 
 While folded in our Saviour's arms, 
 We 're safe from every snare. 
 
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 Jesus a Bffuge. 
 
 LITTLE children, stop and think ; 
 Turn away from ruin's brink ; 
 Shun the wicked liar's path ; 
 Fly from scenes of strife and wrath ; 
 Read with prayer the holy Word ; 
 Follow Jesus Christ the Lord. 
 
 2 Jesus is the Christian's rock ; 
 He will safely guide his flock ; 
 In his arms the lambs will bear : 
 Children, seek your refuge there ; 
 Of your Saviour stop and think ; 
 Fly to Him from ruin's brink ! 
 
 219 CM. 
 
 TJie Folly wnd Crime of Delay. 
 
 O'T IS a folly and a crime 
 To put religion by ! 
 For now is the accepted time ; 
 To-morrow we may die. 
 
 2 Our hearts grow harder every day, 
 And more depraved the mind — 
 
 The longer we neglect to pray, 
 The less we feel inclined. 
 
 3 Yet sinners trifle, young and old, 
 Until their dying day ; 
 
 Then they would give a world of gold 
 To have an hour to pray. 
 
 4 O then, lest we should perish thus, 
 Let us no longer wait ; 
 
 For time will soon be past with us, 
 And death will fix our state. 
 
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 ELESSIXGS. 
 
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 Early Devotion. 
 
 HOWbless'd are those in early youth 
 Who seek the holy ways of truth I 
 The firstling of the fiock was given 
 By Israel to the God of heaven ; 
 But dearer ^till he deigns to prize 
 The young heart's fervent sacrifice. 
 2 O, while the path of youth is trod, 
 May we commit our way to God ; 
 Nor ever form throughout the way 
 One hope for Avhich we dare not pray : 
 Thus may v/e boldly cast our care 
 On him who hears and answers prayer. 
 
 221 4th P.M. 880, 886. 
 Praise in Affiiction. 
 
 SWEET it is in life's young spring, 
 When days and hours fresh tributes bring 
 Of gladness as they move, 
 To see a Father's hand impress'd 
 On gifts the choicest and the best, 
 As tokens of his love, 
 
 2 But sweeter, in affliction's hour. 
 
 When kindest friends have lest their pov^er 
 
 To bid our ills remove, 
 To feel our Father still is near. 
 To make our sharpest griefs appear 
 
 Fresh tokens of his love. 
 
 3 And sweet it is, exceeding sweet. 
 To know, whatever change we meet, 
 
 Our God will changeless prove : 
 Though death dissolve our dearest ties. 
 Our Friend and Father never dies ; — 
 
 That Father may we love. 
 
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 Uer yfay8 a?^e Pleasantness, her Paths Pence. 
 
 HOW happy is the child who hears 
 Instruction's warning voice ; 
 And who celestial wisdom makes 
 His early, only choice ! 
 
 2 For she has treasures greater far 
 Than east or west unfold ; 
 
 And her rewards more precious are 
 Than all their stores of gold. 
 
 3 In her right hand she holds to view 
 A length of happy years ; 
 
 And in her left the prize of fame 
 And honor now appears. 
 
 4 She" guides the young, with innocence, 
 In pleasure's path to tread ; 
 
 A crown of glory she bestows 
 Upon the hoary head. 
 
 5 According as her labors rise, 
 So her rewards increase ; 
 
 Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
 And all her paths are peace. 
 
 223 6th P. M. 6 Zz?ie5 7s. 
 
 Iloly Children. 
 
 HOLY children read and pray. 
 Love God's holy Word and day ; 
 Fly from sin and seek his grace, 
 Learn his will, and Christ embrace ; 
 They are humble, meek, and mild : 
 Lord, make me a holy child. 
 2 Holy children, when they die, 
 Soar to Christ, above the sky ; 
 Take their seats around his throne, 
 Make his praise forever known : 
 Pleasing thought ! may I be styled, 
 Now, the Saviour's holy child ! 
 
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 224 9th p. M. 87, 87. 
 
 God will he our G^dde. 
 
 BLEST, beyond all earthly blessing, 
 Is the child whose tender youth, 
 In the Lord a guide possessing, 
 Walks in paths of light and truth. 
 
 2 He will govern those who love him : 
 Those who walk in faith and fear, 
 
 In all danger still shall prove him 
 Gracious, kind, and ever near. 
 
 3 Heavenly Father, let us prove thee 
 An all-wise, protecting Friend ! 
 
 Make us fear thee, make us love thee, 
 Constant, to our latest end ! 
 
 225 SthP. M. 87, 87,47. 
 Rewards of Early Piety. 
 
 GOD has said, " Forever blessed 
 Those who seek me in their youth — 
 They shall find the path of wisdom. 
 And the narrow way of truth : " 
 
 Guide us, Saviour, 
 In the narrow way of truth. 
 
 2 Be our strength, for we are weakness ; 
 Be our wisdom and our guide ; 
 
 May we walk in love and meekness, 
 Nearer to our Saviour's side : 
 
 Naught can harm us, 
 While we thus in thee abide. 
 
 3 Thus, v^^hen evening shades shall gather, 
 We may turn our tearless eye 
 
 To the dwelling of our Father, 
 To our home beyond the sky — 
 
 Gently passing 
 To the happy land on high. 
 
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 Tlie Unspeakable Gift. 
 
 HAPPY the child who finds the grace. 
 The blessing of God's chosen race, 
 The wisdom coming from above, 
 The faith that sweetly works by love. 
 
 2 Happy^ beyond description, he 
 Who knows the Saviour died for me ! 
 The gift unspeakable obtains, 
 
 And heavenly understanding gains. 
 
 3 Wisdom divine ! who tells the price 
 Of wisdom's costly merchandise ? 
 Wisdom to silver we prefer. 
 
 And gold is dross compared to her. 
 
 4 Her hands are filPd with length of days, 
 True riches, and immortal praise, — 
 Riches of Christ on all bestow'd, 
 
 And honor that descends from God. 
 
 5 To purest joys she all invites, — 
 Chaste, holy, spiritual delights ; 
 Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
 And all her flowery paths are peace. 
 
 6 Happy the child who wisdom gains ; 
 Thrice happy who his guest retains : 
 He owns, and shall forever own, 
 Wisdom, and Christ, and heaven, are one, 
 
 227 s.M. , 
 
 The Happy Cliild. 
 
 THRICE happy is the youth, _ 
 Who, morning, noon, and night, 
 Reads the blest page of sacred truth, 
 
 And makes it his delight ; — 
 2 Who loves the hour of prayer, 
 
 And takes delight in praise : 
 The Lord to bless him will be near 
 With sanctifying grace. 
 
126 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 228 c.M. 
 
 Youtlh devoted to God. 
 
 HAPPY the child whose tender years 
 Receive instruction well ; 
 "Who hates the sinner's path, and fears 
 The road that leads to hell. 
 
 2 'Twill save ns from a thousand snares 
 To seek religion young ; 
 
 Grace will preserve our foll'wing years, 
 And make our virtue strong. 
 
 3 To thee, Almighty God, to thee 
 Our childhood we resign; 
 
 'Twill please us to look back and see 
 That our whole lives were thine. 
 
 4 Let the sweet work of prayer and praise 
 Employ our youngest breath ; 
 
 Thus we're prepared for longer days, 
 Or fit for early death. 
 
 229 c.M. 
 
 The Good She'pherd. 
 
 HOW carefully the shepherds keep 
 Their flocks within their sight ; 
 So Jesus watches o'er his sheep ; 
 And guards them day and night. 
 
 2 The shepherd numbers twice a day 
 The flock beneath his care ; 
 
 He knows if any go astray, 
 Or sick or dying are. 
 
 3 So Jesus reckons one by one, 
 And numbers all his sheep ; 
 
 He knows if but a lamb is gone. 
 For he doth never sleep. 
 
 4 Dear Lord, who would not wish to be 
 One of that happy band 
 
 Who know thy voice and follow thee, 
 Led by thy gentle hand? 
 
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 230 5th p. M. 4 lines 7s. 
 
 Religion. 
 ^rp IS religion that can give 
 
 X Sweetest pleasures while we live ; 
 'T is religion must supply 
 Solid c"omforts when we die. 
 
 2 After death its joys will be 
 Lasting as eternity : 
 Let me then make God my friend, 
 And on all his ways attend. 
 
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 231 
 
 GoWs Blessings on Children. 
 
 HAPPY child, whom God doth aid ! 
 God our souls and bodies made ; 
 God on us in gracious showers 
 Blessings every moment pours ; 
 Compasses with angel bands, 
 Bids them bear us in their hands ; 
 Parents, friends, 'twas God bestov/'de 
 Life and all descend from God. 
 
 2 He this flowery carpet spread, 
 Made the earth on which we tread ; 
 God refreshes in the air, 
 
 Covers with the clothes we wear ; 
 Feeds us VN^ith the food we eat. 
 Cheers us by his light and heat. 
 Makes his sun on us to shine : 
 All our blessings are divine. 
 
 3 Man we for his kindness love ; 
 How much more our God above ! 
 Give him then, and ever give. 
 Thanks for all that we receive : 
 Worthy thou, our heavenly Lord, 
 To be honor'd and adored : 
 
 God of all-creating grace. 
 Take the everlasting praise. 
 
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 Buy the Truths and sell it not. 
 
 GO thou, in life's fair morning — 
 Go in the bloom of youth — 
 And buy, for thine adorning. 
 
 The precious pearl of truth: 
 Secure this heavenly treasure, 
 
 And bind it on thy heart ; 
 And let not worldly pleasure 
 E'er cause it to depart. 
 
 2 Go, while the day-star shineth j 
 Go, while thy heart is light ; 
 
 Go, ere thy strength declineth, 
 
 While every sense is bright : 
 Sell all thou hast, and buy it ; 
 
 ^Tis worth all earthly things — 
 Rubies, and gold, and diamonds, 
 
 Scepters, and crowns of kings. 
 
 3 Go, ere the clouds of sorrow 
 Steal o'er the bloom of youth; 
 
 Defer not till to-morrow : 
 
 Go now, and buy the truth. 
 Go seek thy great Creator, 
 
 Learn early to bo wise : 
 , Go, place upon his altar 
 
 A morning sacrifice ! 
 
 233 I'-M- 
 
 Thou that hearest Prayer. 
 
 WHAT though we now arfe weak and young;. 
 The Lord will hear us when we pray ; 
 For never from the youthful tongue 
 Did Jesus turn his ear away. 
 
 2 Lord, may thy love renew oar hearts — 
 Thy Spirit guide in all our ways ; 
 
 And when our life from earth departs, 
 In heaven above we '11 sing thy praise. 
 
PRIVILEGES AND DUTIES OF 
 THE YOUNG. 
 
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 Coming to Jesus. 
 
 TEACHER, guide of young beginners- 
 Let a child draw nigh to thee — 
 Thee, who cam'st to ransom sinners— 
 
 Thee, who diedst to ransom me. 
 Into thy protection take me^ 
 
 Full of goodness as thou art : 
 After thine own image make me — 
 
 Make me after thine own heart. 
 2 Exercise the potter's power 
 
 Over this unshapen clay : 
 Call me in the morning hour ; 
 
 Teach my youthful mind the way. 
 With a tender awe inspire, 
 
 That I never more may rove : 
 Every spark of good desire 
 
 Blow into a flame of love. 
 
 235 s. M. 
 
 Solomon's Wise Choice, 
 
 KING Solomon of old 
 A happy choice had made ; 
 'Twas not for life — 'twas not for gold-^ 
 Nor honor, that he pray'd. 
 
 2 He chose that better part 
 That leads to heavenly joys — 
 
 A wise and understanding heart ; 
 And God approved the choice. 
 
 3 If this is what we seek, 
 We cannot ask amiss ; 
 
 The youngest, poorest child may seekj 
 And ask the Lord for this. 
 
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 Privileges and Dtdies of the Young. 
 
 WE are but young — yet we may sing 
 The praises of our heavenly King : 
 He made the earth, the sea, the sky, 
 And all the starry worlds on high. 
 
 2 We are but young — yet we must die ; 
 Perhaps our latter end is nigh : 
 
 Lord, may we early seek thy grace, 
 And find in Christ a hiding-place. 
 
 3 We are but young — we need a guide ; 
 Jesus, in thee we would confide : 
 
 lead us in the path of truth, 
 Protect and bless our helpless youth. 
 
 4 We are but young — yet God has shed 
 Unnumber'd blessings on our head ; 
 Then let our youth and riper days 
 
 Be all devoted to his praise. 
 
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 The Ten CommandmenU. 
 
 ONE God I must worship supreme, 
 And ne'er before images bow : 
 
 1 must not speak light of his name, 
 
 But pay to him every vow. 
 
 2 I'm bound to remember, with care, 
 The Sabba:h so hallow'd and pure — 
 
 To honor my parents so dear. 
 That life may the longer endure, 
 
 3 I never must steal, or consent 
 To what is impure or untrue : 
 
 I must not indulge discontent, 
 Or covet n.y neighbor his due. 
 
 4 Now help me, Father in heaven, 
 
 To keep these commandments with zeal. 
 In the strength that through Jesus is given 
 To those who are doing thy will. 
 
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 God's Condescension to Children. 
 
 WHILE angels praise thy gracious name, 
 And Holy ! Holy ! cry, 
 May littte children do the same 
 And raise their songs on high ? 
 
 2 They may. To Samuel thou didst speak, 
 And mark him as thine own : 
 
 They may — for thou hast bid them seek 
 For mercy through thy Son. 
 
 3 And King Josiah, in his youth, 
 Was early taught by thee, 
 
 To fear thy name, to love thy truth, 
 And every sin to flee. 
 
 4 Nor canst thou change — still, still thou art 
 The helpless infant's friend ; 
 
 O, I would give thee all my heart, 
 And on thy grace depend. 
 
 5 And now, O God ! to thee I cry : 
 O form my soul anew ; 
 
 The Saviour's cleansing blood apply, 
 And all my sins subdue. 
 
 239 L.M. 
 
 First Co^nmandmient. 
 
 THE gods that gave us not our birth. 
 The gods that made not heaven and earth 
 Perish their names ! no gods are they — 
 We cast them all in scorn away. 
 
 2 But, Lord, idolaters are we, 
 
 If we withhold our hearts from thee : 
 Self and the world our idols are. 
 If they our chief aifections share. 
 
 3 O set up in our hearts thy throne ; 
 Destroy thy rivals — reign alone : 
 Maker of heaven, and earth, and sea, 
 We 'U have no other gods but thee ! 
 
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 Youthful consecration. 
 
 SAVIOUR ! while my heart is tender, 
 I would yield that heart to thee — 
 All my powers to thee surrender, • 
 
 Thine and only thine to be. 
 Take me now, Lord Jesus ! take me — 
 
 Let my youthful heart be thine ; 
 Thy devoted servant make m«^ — 
 Fill my soul with love divine. 
 
 2 Send me. Lord, where thou wilt send me. 
 Only do thou guide my way ; 
 
 May thy grace through life attend me — 
 
 Gladly then shall I obey. 
 Let me do thy will, or bear it — 
 
 I would know no will but thine ; 
 Shouldst thou take my life, or spare it, 
 
 I that life to thee resign. 
 
 3 May this solemn dedication 
 Never once forgotten lie ; 
 
 Let it know no revocation, 
 
 Publish'd and confirm'd on high. 
 
 Thine I am, O Lord, forever — 
 To thy service set apart ; 
 
 Suffer me to leave thee never ; 
 Seal thine image on my heart. 
 
 241 CM. 
 
 Importance of Religion to the Yoti/ng. 
 "pELIGLON is the chief concern 
 Xt Of mortals here below : 
 May I its great importance learn — 
 Its sovereign virtue know ! 
 
 2 Religion should our thoughts engage 
 
 Amid our youthful bloom : 
 *T will fit us for declining age, 
 
 And for the awful tomb. 
 
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 3 O may my heart, by grace renew'd, 
 Be my Redeemer's throne ; 
 
 And be my stubborn will subdued, 
 His government to own ! 
 
 4 Let deep repentance, faith, and lov« 
 Be join'd with godly fear ; 
 
 And all my conversation prove 
 My heart to be sincere. 
 
 5 Let lively hope my soul inspire ; 
 Let warm affections rise ; 
 
 And may I wait with strong desire 
 To mount above the skies ! 
 
 242 5th P. M. 4: lines 7s. 
 
 Against Idleness. 
 
 IDLE boys and men are found 
 Standing on the devil's ground : 
 He will find them work to do. 
 He will pay them wages too. 
 
 2 Are they not of wisdom void, 
 Those that saunter unemploy'd — 
 Young or old, who fondly play 
 Their important time away ? 
 
 3 We by idleness expose 
 
 Our own souls to endless woes : 
 We, whenever loit'ring thus. 
 Tempt the devil to tempt us. 
 
 4 Jesus, help ! to thee we pray ; 
 Take the cursed root away : 
 Idleness far off remove — 
 
 Let us thee and labor love ; — 
 
 5 All our time and vigor give, 
 Serve our Maker while we live ; 
 Use for God the talents given — 
 Work on earth, and rest in heavext. 
 
134 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 243 CM. 
 
 CMldren may come. 
 T KNOW that 1 am but a child— 
 JL Yet children young as I 
 Have often sought and found the Lord, 
 And thus prepared to die. 
 
 2 And in his holy Word I read, 
 That those who seek in youth 
 
 Shall surely taste his pard'ning love, 
 And lind the way of truth. 
 
 3 How careless then in me to live, 
 As none would dare to die ! 
 
 With active zeal I should secure 
 A home beyond the sky. 
 
 4 How much I need the grace of God 
 To keep this thought alive ! 
 
 Whoever gains the Christian's crown 
 Must like the Christian strive. 
 
 244 GthP. M. 87, 67 
 
 TJie Golden Rule. 
 
 LOVE and kindness we may measure 
 By this simple rule alone : 
 Do we mind our neighbor's pleasure 
 Just as if it were our ow^n ? 
 
 2 We should always care for others, 
 Nor suppose ourselves the best ; 
 
 Let us love like friends and brothers — 
 'Twas the Saviour's last request. 
 
 3 His example we should borrow, 
 Who forsook his throne above, 
 
 And endured such pain and sorrow, 
 Out of tenderness and love. 
 
 4 When a selfish thought would seize us. 
 And our resolution break, 
 
 Let us then remember Jesus, 
 And resist it for his sake. 
 
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 245 ^^- 
 
 Our Heavenly Father. 
 
 GREAT God, and wilt thou condescend 
 To be my Father and my friend ? 
 
 1 but a child, and thou so high. 
 Lord of the earth, and air, and sky ! 
 
 2 Art thou my Father ? canst thou hear 
 My feeble and imperfect prayer '! 
 
 Or wilt thou listen to- the praise 
 That such a one as I can raise I 
 
 3 Art thou my Father ? I '11 depend 
 Upon the care of such a friend ; 
 And only wish to do and be 
 Whatever seemeth good to thee. 
 
 4 Art thou my Father ? then at last, 
 When all my days on earth are past, 
 Send down and take me in thy love, 
 To be thy better child above. 
 
 246 CM. 
 
 Children brought to Jesu^ft. 
 
 YOUNG children were to Jesus brought. 
 His blessing to obtain ; 
 And never was his blessing sought 
 By old or young in vain. 
 
 2 When his disciples would have sent 
 Those little ones away, 
 
 Jesus rebuked the harsh intent. 
 And kindly bade them stay. 
 
 3 " Let little children come to me. 
 Nor from my arms be driven ; 
 
 For these, and such as these, shall be 
 The blessed heirs of heaven. 
 
 4 *' Forbid them not to ask my grace, 
 Though with a feeble tongue ; 
 
 Forbid them not to seek my face — 
 They cannot be too young." 
 
136 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 247 6th p. M. 6 Zzncs 7s. 
 
 On EDil-speaking. 
 
 WORDS are things of little cost, 
 Quickly spoken, quickly lost; 
 We forget them, but they stand 
 Witnesses at God's right hand, 
 And their testimony bear 
 For us, or against us, there. 
 
 2 O, how often ours have been 
 Idle words, and words of sin ! 
 Words of anger, scorn, or pride ; 
 Or deceit, our faults to hide ; 
 Envious tales, or strife unkind, 
 Leaving bitter thoughts behind. 
 
 3 Grant us. Lord, from day to day, 
 
 ' Strength to watch, and grace to pray; 
 May our lips, from sin kept free, 
 Love to speak and sing of thee ; 
 Till in heaven we learn to raise 
 Hymns of everlasting praise. 
 
 243 1st p. M. Q lines B&, 
 
 Humility. 
 
 THE bird that soars on highest wing 
 Builds on the ground her lowly nev'': , 
 And she that doth most sweetly sing 
 
 Sings in the shade when all things rest : 
 In lark and nightingale we see 
 What honor hath humility. 
 
 2 When Mary chose the better part, 
 She meekly sat at Jesus' feet ; 
 
 And Lydia's gently-open'd heart 
 Was made for God's own temple meet : 
 
 Fairest and best-adorn'd is she 
 
 Whose clothing is humility. 
 
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 3 The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown 
 
 In deepest adoration bends ; 
 The weight of glory bows him down 
 
 Then most when most his soul ascends : — 
 i'iearest the throne itself must be 
 The footstool of humility. 
 
 249 9th P. M. 87, 87. 
 
 Improvement of Time. 
 
 TIME once gone is gone forever — 
 Fast the minutes hasten by j 
 Let us use our best endeavor 
 To improve them as they fly. 
 
 2 If our hearts to Jesus giving, 
 
 We upon his grace rely, 
 Not in vain we then are living. 
 
 And it will be gain to die. 
 
 250 CM. 
 
 Ohedience to Parents. 
 
 LET children that would fear the Lord, 
 Hear what their teachers say ; 
 With, rev'rence meet their parents' word, 
 And with delight obey. 
 
 2 Have you not heard what dreadful plagues 
 Are threaten'd by the Lord, 
 
 To him that breaks his father's law 
 Or mocks his mother's word ? 
 
 3 What heavy guilt upon him lies, 
 How cursed is his name ! 
 
 The ravens shall pick out his eyes, 
 And eagles eat the same. 
 
 4 But those who worship God, and give 
 Their parents honor due. 
 
 Here on this earth they long shall live, 
 And live in glory too. 
 
138 SUKDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 251 LM. 
 
 It is a Good Thing to give Thanks unto the Lord^ 
 
 HOW pleasant for a child to sing 
 The goodness of his God and King, 
 Who lives above the sun and stars, 
 And everlasting glory wears ! 
 
 2 He loves to hear a youthful tongue 
 Address him in an humble song, 
 
 With praise for health and food and friends, 
 And all the good his mercy sends. 
 
 3 O may I walk in wisdom's ways ! 
 She'll bless my youth and crown my days, 
 And lead me in the pleasant road 
 
 That leads to glory and to God. 
 
 252 c. M. 
 
 Children hlessed. 
 
 HOW happy those dear children were 
 Whom the Redeemer bless'd ; 
 Whom, when he breathed that fervent prayer, 
 He folded to his breast. 
 
 2 How pow'rful was that prayer to bring 
 All blessings from above ; • 
 
 How true to lead them to the spring 
 Of everlasting love ; — 
 
 3 How mighty to preserve from sin, 
 And every dangerous snare : 
 
 Often I -ve wish'd that I had been 
 Among the children there. 
 
 4 But, thanks to that Almighty Friend, 
 He is the same to-day 
 
 As when he thus refused to send 
 Those babes unbless'd away. 
 
 5 And he has made his covenant broad 
 To all who seek his face : 
 
 He'll be their Saviour and their God, 
 And fill them with his grace. 
 
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 Self-consecration. 
 
 JESUS, delight of my soul, 
 My Saviour, my Shepherd divine, 
 
 1 yield to thy blessed control — 
 
 My body and spirit are thine. 
 Thy love I can never deserve, 
 
 That bids me be happy in thee ; 
 My God and my King I will serve, 
 
 Whose favor is heaven to me 
 
 2 How can I thy goodness repay, 
 By nature so weak and defiled? 
 
 Myself 1 have given away ; 
 
 O call me thine own blessed child : 
 And art thou my Father above ? 
 
 Will Jesus abide in my heart ? 
 O bind me so fast with thy love, 
 
 That 1 never from thee shall depart. 
 
 254 9th p. M. 87, 87. 
 
 Glorying in the Cross. 
 
 IN the cross of Jesus glory, 
 While your youth is in its prime ; 
 Allthe light of sacred story 
 Gathers round the theme sublime. 
 
 2 When the woes of life o'ertake you, 
 Hopes deceive and fears annoy, 
 
 Never shall the cross forsake you ; 
 Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 
 
 3 When the Sun of bliss is beaming 
 Light and love upon your way, 
 
 From the cross the radiance streaming 
 Adds more lustre to the day. 
 
 4 Grief and blessing, pain and pleasure, 
 By the cross are sanctified ; 
 
 Peace is there that knows no measure, 
 Joys that evermore abide. 
 
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 255 c-M 
 
 Examiiles of Industry. 
 
 HOW doth the little busy bee 
 Improve each shining hour, 
 And gather honey all the day 
 From every opening flower. 
 
 2 How skillfully she builds her cell ! 
 How neat she spreads her wax ! 
 
 And labors hard to store it well 
 With the sweet food she makes. 
 
 3 In works of labor, or of skill, 
 I would be busy too ; 
 
 For Satan finds some mischief still 
 For idle hands to do. 
 
 4 In books, or works, or healthful play, 
 Let my first years be past, 
 
 That I may give for every day 
 Some good account at last. 
 
 256 7th P. M. 8 lines 7s. 
 
 Praise to the Saniour. 
 
 CHILDREN, now your voices raise, 
 Sing the great Redeemer's praise; 
 With the shining hosts above 
 Celebrate his matchless love. 
 Praise his name, whose love hath shed 
 Heavenly blessings on onr head. 
 Calls the young to seek his face, 
 Bids them know his wondrous grace. 
 
 2 He our souls and bodies feeds, 
 And our footsteps gently leads, 
 Makes us his peculiar care ; 
 O how rich his mercies are ! 
 Keep us. Saviour, at thy side, 
 Condescend to be our guide ; 
 Suffer not our feet to stray ; 
 Make us love thy perfect way. 
 
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 Lnprovement of Time. 
 
 A MINUTE, how soon it has flown, 
 And yet how important it is ! 
 God calls every moment his own ; 
 For all our existence is his. 
 
 2 'T is easy to squander our years 
 in idleness, folly, and strife ; 
 
 But ne'er can our penitent tears 
 Bring back one past moment of life. 
 
 3 Our hours let us waste not in play ; 
 For time, if well spent as it goes. 
 
 Would render life pleasant each day, 
 And happy and peaceful its close. 
 
 4 And when all the minutes are past 
 Which God for our portion has given, 
 
 We shall certainly welcome the last, 
 If it safely conduct us to heaven. / 
 
 258 ^ 9th p. M. 87, 87. 
 
 Jesus our Example. 
 TESUS CHRIST, my Lord and Saviour, 
 t) Once became a child like me : 
 O that in my whole behavior 
 He my pattern still may be ! 
 
 2 All my nature is unholy — 
 Pride and passion dwell within ; 
 
 But the Lord was meek and lowly, 
 And was never known to sin. 
 
 3 I am often vainly trying 
 Some new pleasure to possess ; 
 
 , He was always self-denying. 
 Patient in his worst distress. 
 
 4 Lord, assist a feeble creature ; 
 Guide me by thy Word of truth ; 
 
 Condescend to be my teacher. 
 Through my childhood and my youth. 
 
142 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 259 ' CM. 
 
 The Larnbs of Clirist 
 
 YOUNG children once to Jesus came, 
 His blessing to entreat ; 
 And I may humbly do the same 
 Before his mercy-seat. 
 
 2 For when their feeble hands were spread, 
 And bent each infant knee, 
 
 '' Forbid them not," the Saviour said; 
 And so he says to me. 
 
 3 Then while this favor to implore, 
 My youthful hands are spread, 
 
 Do thou thy sacred blessing pour, 
 Dear Saviour, on my head. 
 
 260 c-M- 
 
 The Children's Friend. 
 
 THOU Guardian of our youthful days, 
 To thee our prayers ascend ; 
 To thee we'll tune our songs of praise, 
 Jesus ! the Children's Friend. 
 
 2 From thee our daily mercies flow — 
 Our life and health descend ; 
 
 O save our souls from sin and wo — 
 Thou art the Children's Friend. 
 
 3 Teach us to prize thy holy Word, 
 And to its truths attend ; 
 
 Thus shall we learn to fear the Lord, 
 And love the Children's Friend. 
 
 4 O may we feel a Saviour's love — 
 To him our souls commend, 
 
 Who left his glorious throne above 
 
 To be the Children's Friend. 
 6 Lord, draw our youthful hearts to th&e , 
 
 And when this life shall end, 
 Raise us to live above the sky, 
 
 With thee, the Children's Friend 
 
PRIVILEGES AND DUTIES. 143 
 
 261 CM. 
 
 For Meekness. 
 
 IF any little insult given, 
 Should make my anger rise, 
 
 1 'II think how Jesus came from heaven, 
 
 And bore his injuries. 
 
 2 He was insulted every day, 
 Though all his words were kind ; 
 
 But nothing men could do or say 
 Disturb'd his heavenly mind. 
 
 3 Not all the wicked scoffs he heard 
 Against the truths he taught 
 
 Excited one reviling word. 
 Or one revengeful thought. 
 
 4 And when upon the cross he bled, 
 With all his foes in view, 
 
 •* Father, forgive them," Jesus said ; 
 " They know not what they do." 
 
 5 Dear Saviour, may I learn of thee 
 My temper to amend ! 
 
 But speak that pard'iiing word for me 
 Whenever 1 offend. 
 
 262 c.M. 
 
 Kindness of Jesus to Children. 
 rpHE Saviour loved of heaven to talk 
 JL With children in his sight, — 
 To meet them in his daily walk, 
 And to his arms invite. 
 
 2 He never pass'd them heedless by, 
 Nor scorn'd their tender years ; 
 
 Attentive to the feeblest cry, 
 Moved by an infant's tears. 
 
 3 His was a Saviour's heart of love, 
 And Jesus was his name ; 
 
 And now in glory throned above, 
 His heart is still the same. 
 
144 SUNDAT-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 263 S.M. 
 
 On Forbearance, 
 
 AS thou forgivest us, 
 So, Lord, may we forgive ; 
 As freely we receive from thee, 
 So may we freely give. 
 
 2 May we forbear like thee, 
 Not answering again ; 
 
 Rememb'ring how our Saviour bore 
 The scoffs of wicked men. 
 
 3 When for our faults reproved, 
 May we the fault confess, 
 
 And humbly seek thy grace, that we 
 May not again transgress. 
 
 4 Thus make us ever kind, 
 Gentle, and meek, and good, 
 
 Mindful how dearly we were bought 
 With thy most precious blood. 
 
 264. s.M. 
 
 The UnspeaJcable Gift. 
 
 OTHOU whose name is love, 
 From whom all love proceeds. 
 Thy kindness every day we prove 
 In loving words and deeds. 
 
 2 Thou hearest when we call, 
 And giv'st us daily food ; 
 
 Hast made, dost love, and care for al), 
 For thou alone art good. 
 
 3 But most thy love is shown 
 In sending from on high 
 
 Thine only well-beloved Son, 
 For guilty man to die. 
 
 4 O Gift all gifts above. 
 Whose worth we cannot tell. 
 
 But humbly own herein is love— 
 Yea, love unspeakable. 
 
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 PRIVILEGES AND DUTIES. 145 
 
 C. M. 
 
 The Use of the Lips, 
 
 GREAT God, with meekness we confess 
 Our lips are not our own ; 
 And in thy service should be used, 
 
 As they are thine alone : 
 For thou, O Lord, our lips hast made, 
 
 And in the judgment-day 
 How strict the reck'ning thou wilt take 
 Of everything we say ! 
 
 2 Yes, words of bitter, angry strife. 
 And foolish words and vain, 
 
 And false, and envious, and unclean. 
 
 And words that are profane : 
 All, all are heard, O Lord, by thee, 
 
 And if not now forgiven. 
 However idly utter'd here. 
 
 Will keep us out of heaven. 
 
 3 Lord, set a watch unto our lips, 
 And guard our tongues from sin ; 
 
 And, lest we ever should offend. 
 
 Create us pure within. 
 All our past words of sin forgive. 
 
 Which we to thee confess ; 
 And help us that henceforward, Lord, 
 
 Our mouths may not transgress. 
 
 266 c.M. 
 
 Praise to Jesus. 
 
 LET children bless the Saviour's name, 
 And sing his wondrous grace. 
 Who from the realms of glory came, 
 To save our sinful race. 
 
 2 Lord Jesus ! while we sing thy grace, 
 
 We love thee and adore ; 
 But when in heaven we see thy face, 
 
 Our souls shall love thee more. 
 10 
 
YOUTH. 
 
 267 L.M. 
 
 YouTig 3fen exhort to 'be :dber-niinded. 
 
 YOUNG men exhort, the' apostle said, 
 To cherish soberness of mind ; 
 So when the bloom of life is fled, 
 Substantial fruit shall stay behind. 
 
 2 If God's eternal Word of truth 
 
 Affect your hearts — your thoughts engage. 
 Its guardian power shall shield your youth- 
 Its consolations cheer your age. 
 
 3 Come, thea, and choose religion's ways, 
 In life's sweet fragrancy and prime ; 
 
 So peace shall crown your foil' wing days — 
 Peace, indestructible by time. 
 
 2g8 P. M. 86,88, 86. 
 
 The 3forning of Life. 
 niHE morning hours of cheerful light 
 
 1 Of all the day are best ; 
 
 But as they speed their hasty flight, 
 If every hour is spent aright. 
 We sweetly sink to sleep at night, 
 And pleasant is our rest. 
 
 2 And life is like a summer's day, 
 It seems so quickly past ; 
 
 Youth is the morning bright and gay> 
 And, if 'tis spent in wisdom's way, 
 We meet old age without dismay. 
 And death is sweet at last. 
 
YOUTH. 147 
 
 269 s.M. 
 
 Prayer for Youtli. 
 
 (^ RE AT God ! with heart and tongue 
 T For all our youth we pray ; 
 O may they learn, while they are young, 
 To walk in wisdom's way ! 
 
 2 Now, in their early days, 
 Teach them thy will to know ; 
 
 O God, thy sanctifying grace 
 On every heart bestow ! 
 
 3 Make their unguarded youth 
 The object of thy care ; 
 
 Cause them to choose the way of truth, 
 And fly from every snare. 
 
 4 Their hearts, to folly prone, 
 Renew by power divine ; 
 
 Unite them to thyself alone, 
 And make them wholly thine. 
 
 5 Lord, let thy sacred Word 
 Their warmest thoughts employ : 
 
 There let them daily find the road 
 Which leads to endless joy. 
 
 270 c. M. 
 
 The Guide of Youth. 
 
 GUIDjE of my youth be thou, O Lord ; 
 Implant in me thy fear ; 
 Instruct me by thy holy Word, 
 And warn of danger near. 
 
 2 Preserve me from the snares and wiles 
 Of time's uncertain state ; 
 
 Teach me to shun its sinful smiles, 
 And all its follies hate. 
 
 3 Help me to walk, as truly wise, 
 In wisdom's pleasant ways ; 
 
 My life a constant sacrifice 
 Of fervent prayer and praise. 
 
148 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 271 c.M. 
 
 Iiistniction from tlie Scriptures. 
 
 HOW shall the young secure their hearts. 
 And guard their lives from sin ? 
 Thy Word the choicest rules imparts, 
 To keep the conscience clean. 
 
 2 *T is like the sun, a heavenly light, 
 That guides us all the day ; 
 
 And through the dangers of th*? night 
 A lamp to lead our way. 
 
 3 Thy Word is everlasting truth ; 
 How pure is every page ! 
 
 That holy Book shall guide our youth, 
 And well support our age. 
 
 4 Thy precopts make me truly wise : 
 I hr.te the sinner's road ; 
 
 1 h;.te my own vain thoughts that rise. 
 
 But love thy law, my God. 
 
 272 L.M. 
 
 Prayer offered ty Youtli. 
 
 LORD, we are young — thy help we need, 
 For "various foes infest our way ; 
 Be thou to us a friend indeed, 
 Nor let us from thy precepts stray. 
 
 2 From wayward paths our feet restore, 
 And keep our tongues from speaking guila?. 
 
 And O, preserve us evermore 
 
 From sin's seducing, luring smile. 
 
 3 Our youthful hearts with grace inspire ; 
 To thee our every power incline ; 
 
 And may the pure celestial fire 
 Within our bosoms ever shine. 
 
 4 O let the morning of our days 
 
 To thee, and thee alone, be given ; 
 Increase our love, approve our ways, 
 And guide us safely into heaven. 
 
YOUTH. 149 
 
 273 5th p. M.ilinesls. 
 
 The Guide of Youth. 
 
 IN the joyous hours of youth, 
 Lest my feet should turn aside 
 From the paths of peace and truth, 
 Father, wilt thou be my Guide ? 
 
 2 When the world with flatt'ring smiles 
 Bids me in her love confide, 
 
 And to misery beguiles, 
 Father, wilt thou be my Guide? 
 
 3 Or should grief each prospect blight — 
 Earthly hopes be all denied ; 
 
 When my path seems wrapt in night. 
 Father, wilt thou be my Guide ? 
 
 4 And if call'd in early years 
 
 Soon to cross death's swelling tide. 
 Then, to quell my gloomy fears, 
 Father, wilt thou be my Guide ? 
 
 5 When I join the seraph throng. 
 Who before thy throne abide. 
 
 This shall be my grateful song. 
 Father, thou hast been my Guide. 
 
 274 s.M. 
 
 Loveliness of Youthful Piety. 
 
 OWHAT a lovely sight. 
 To see our tender youth 
 Follow the Saviour with delight, 
 And tread the paths of truth. 
 
 2 They who begin so soon. 
 With swifter speed shall run ; 
 
 More bright and sweet shall be their noon, 
 More fair their evening sun. 
 
 3 When we can work no more, 
 They shall the cause extend •, 
 
 Till every knee, from shore to shore, 
 At Jestis* name shall bend. 
 
150 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 275 L.M 
 
 The Day of Life. 
 
 OUR youth is like the opening day — 
 As swiftly pass the hours away ; 
 While like the birds on active wing, 
 Unthinkingly we sport and sing. 
 
 2 Our manhood is the fervid noon — 
 Its sunny moments pass as soon ; 
 Its brightest hour will soon be o'er, 
 And time once past returns no more. 
 
 3 Old age is like the evening gray, 
 Closing around the traveler's way. 
 Who faint and weary seeks the road 
 Which leads him to a safe abode. 
 
 4 Morn, noon, and eve will soon be past. 
 And death's dark night approaches fast ; 
 No light can cheer the midnight gloom, 
 Which reigns within the silent tomb. 
 
 5 Let us improve our life's short day, 
 That when its hours have pass'd away. 
 We may behold, without a fear, 
 Death's long and dreary night draw near. 
 
 6 Another morn will surely break, 
 And all our sleeping dust awake ; 
 O may we then with joy arise. 
 And meet our Saviour in the skies. 
 
 276 LM. 
 
 The YoutKs Supplication. 
 
 GUARDIAN of souls, throughout my days 
 Inspire my heart, and keep my ways ; 
 And let thy kmdest love prevail. 
 Though foes unite, and friends all fail. 
 2 By night and day, where'er I be, 
 Be thou, my Saviour, near to me ; 
 In health or pain, in rest or toil. 
 Give me thy kind, approving smile. 
 
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 3 When flesh and sinking nature fail, 
 Then let sustaining grace prevail ; 
 Its holy influence impart, 
 
 To melt and overflow my heart. 
 
 4 Or, slow^ly wasting to the dust, 
 Be thou my firm support and trust ; 
 Nor let death's gloomy shadows be 
 The slightest terror, Lord, to me. 
 
 5 In cheerful hope my eyelids close. 
 And give me calm and sweet repose : 
 My spirit from its prison free, 
 
 To reign in heaven, O Lord, with thee. 
 
 277 <^'M. 
 
 The Fading Leaf. 
 
 THE fading leaf— an emblem fit 
 Of mortal man's decay; 
 For here proud genius, talent, wit, 
 Will shortly pass away. 
 
 2 Thy youthful days may glorious shine 
 As dew upon the leaf, 
 
 Should all the bliss of earth be thine, 
 Yet joys will be as brief 
 
 3 The autumn wind, with solemn moan, 
 Comes rushing o'er the plain ; 
 
 The flowers that bloom'd are sear'd and gone 
 To be renew'd again. 
 
 4 Thy youthful days will not return 
 With any passing year ; 
 
 The lamp of life will fainter burn, 
 Till it shall disappear. 
 
 . 5 Lift up thine eye, improve thy heart 
 
 In truths divinely given, 
 That thou at last may'st have a part 
 
 in all the bliss of heaven. 
 
152 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 278 ,L.M. 
 
 O Lord God, Tliou art my Trust from my Youth. 
 
 GUIDE of our youth ! to thee we cry : 
 Great God ! to us be ever nigh ; 
 Our minds instruct, our hearts convert, 
 Nor let us thy good ways desert. 
 
 2 Ten thousand snares beset our way, 
 To draw our helpless souls astray ; 
 Our wants regard, our prayers attend, 
 And with thy power and grace defend. 
 
 3 O smile on those whose Christian care 
 Provides for our instruction here ; 
 
 And let our conduct ever prove 
 We're grateful for their gen'rous love. 
 
 4 Through life may we perform thy will, 
 Our sev'ral stations wisely fill ; 
 
 Then join the friends we .here have knovi/n 
 In endless songs around thy throne. 
 
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 For Divine Guidance. 
 
 GRANT us, Lord, thy heavenly light 
 All our steps to guide aright ; 
 Shine along the narrow road 
 Which shall lead our souls to God. 
 We are weak and prone to stray — 
 Keep us in thy holy way ; 
 All our wants let grace supply ; 
 Lead us onward to the sky. 
 
 2 Thus protected, may we go 
 Safely through this vale of woe ; 
 May thy gracious presence cheer 
 Us in all our trials here. 
 Loving all thy statutes, Lord, 
 Ever trusting in thy Word, 
 May we reach that happy home 
 Where no ill Can ever come. 
 
PRAYER MEETINGS, ETC. 
 
 280 s.M. 
 
 Tlie Spirit of Prayer. 
 
 THE praying spirit breathe ; 
 The watching power impart ; 
 From all entanglements beneath 
 
 Call off my peaceful heart ; 
 My feeble mind sustain, 
 
 By worldly thoughts oppress'd ; 
 Appear, and bid me turn again 
 
 To my eternal rest. 
 2 Swift to my rescue come; 
 
 Thine own this moment seize ; 
 Gather my wand'ring spirit home, 
 
 And keep in perfect peace : 
 Suffer'd no more to rove 
 
 O'er all the earth abroad, 
 Arrest the pris'ner of thy love, 
 
 And shut me up in God. 
 
 281 s-M- 
 
 For the Con/version of Children^ 
 
 CREATOR! Saviour! God! 
 We raise our hearts to thee ; 
 And, resting on thy precious blood. 
 We bend our suppliant knee. 
 
 2 O deign to hear our prayer, 
 And save the youthful race : 
 
 Convert the children of our care 
 By thine almighty grace. 
 
 3 Cause them to feel thy love, 
 Teach them to lisp thy praise, 
 
 While strains seraphic from above 
 Reecho youthful lays. 
 
154 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 282 P. M. 
 
 The Lord's Prayer. 
 
 OUR Father in heaven, 
 We hallow thy name ! 
 May thy kingdom holy 
 On earth be begun ! 
 O give to us daily 
 
 Our portion of bread ; 
 It is from thy bounty 
 That all must be fed. 
 
 2 Forgive our transgressions, 
 
 And teach us to know- 
 That humble compassion 
 
 Which pardons each foe ; . 
 Keep us from temptation, 
 
 From weakness and sin, 
 And thine be the glory 
 
 Forever — Amen. 
 
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 Prayer the Bahn of Sorrow. 
 
 OWHEN the tear is gushing 
 From sorrow's fading eye, 
 When gath'ring storms are rushing 
 
 Across the gloomy sky. 
 When the full heart is breaking. 
 
 And hope is far away. 
 How sweet, the world forsaking. 
 Alone with God, to pray ! 
 
 2 O weary child of sadness, 
 
 Pilgrim bereft and lone, 
 Behold the fount of gladness. 
 
 Springing from heaven's throne ; 
 Each want and sin confessing. 
 
 On Christ thy burden lay. 
 And learn how rich the blessing. 
 
 Alone with God, to pray ! 
 
PRAYER. . 155 
 
 284 L.M. 
 
 TJie Mercy-Beat. 
 
 FROM every stormy wind that blows, 
 From every swelling tide of woes, 
 There is a calm, a sure retreat ; 
 *T is found beneath the mercy-seat. 
 
 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
 The oil of gladness on our heads ; 
 
 A place than all besides more sweet, — 
 It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 
 
 3 There is a scene where spirits blend, 
 Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; 
 Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet 
 Around one common mercy-seat. 
 
 4 Ah ! whither could we flee for aid, 
 When tempted, desolate, dismay'd ? 
 Or how the hosts of hell defeat. 
 Had suff 'ring saints no mercy-seat ? 
 
 5 There, there on eagles' wings we soar, 
 And sin and sense molest no more ; 
 
 And Heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
 While glory crowns the mercy-seat. 
 
 235 5th P. M. 4 Zme5 7s. 
 
 Hold TJwu me up^ and I shall he safe, 
 TV AY by day supplies of grace, 
 jj Blessed Lord, to me impart ; 
 Let not sin have any place 
 
 In the chambers of my heart. 
 
 2 If a single hour thou dost 
 This supply of grace withhold, 
 
 Lord, I feel I should be lost — 
 Yield to sin, and quit thy fold. 
 
 3 Helpless, ignorant, and weak, 
 Ever prone to follow ill. 
 
 Lord, restraining grace I seek — 
 Watch me, guide me, keep me still. 
 
156 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 286 CM. 
 
 What is Prayer ? 
 
 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, 
 Utter'd or unexpress'd ; 
 The motion of a hidden fire 
 That trembles in the breast. 
 
 2 Praj^er is the burden of a sigh,— 
 The falling of a tear, — 
 
 The upward glancing of an eye. 
 When none but God is near. 
 
 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 
 That infant lips can try ; 
 
 Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach 
 The Majesty on high. 
 
 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 
 The Christian's native air ; 
 
 His watch-word at the gates of death,— 
 He enters heaven with prayer. 
 
 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, 
 Returning from his ways ; 
 
 While angels, in their songs, rejoice. 
 And cry, — Behold, he prays ! 
 
 6 O Thou, by whom we come to God,-— 
 The Life, the Truth, the Way,— 
 
 The path of prayer thyself hast trod : — • 
 Lord, teach us how to pray ! 
 
 287 CM. 
 
 For Victoriotis Faith. 
 
 OFOR a faith that will not shrink, 
 Though press'd by every foe ; 
 That will not tremble on the brink 
 
 Of any earthly woe ; — 
 2 That will not murmur nor complain 
 
 Beneath the chast'ning rod. 
 But, in the hour of grief or pain, 
 Will lean upon its God j— 
 
PRAYER. 157 
 
 3 A faith that shines more bright and clear 
 When tempests rage without ; 
 
 That when in danger knows no fear, 
 In darkness feels no doubt ; — 
 
 4 That bears, unmoved, the world's dread frown, 
 Nor heeds its scornful smile ; 
 
 That seas of trouble cannot drown, 
 Or Satan's arts beguile ; — 
 
 5 A faith that keeps the narrow way 
 Till life's last hour is fled. 
 
 And with a pure and heavenly ray 
 Illumes a dying bed. 
 
 6 Lord, give us such a faith as this. 
 And then, whate'er may come. 
 
 We'll taste, e'en here, the hallow'd bliss 
 Of an eternal home. 
 
 288 L.M. 
 
 For the Lanibs of the Flock. 
 
 AUTHOR of faith, we seek thy face 
 For all who feel thy work begun : 
 Confirm and strengthen them in grace, 
 And bring thy feeblest children on. 
 
 2 Thou seest their wants, thou know'st thei'r 
 
 names ; 
 Be mindful of thy youngest care ; 
 Be tender of the new-born lambs. 
 And gently in thy bosom ]^ear. 
 
 3 The lion, roaring for his prey. 
 And ravening wolves on every side. 
 
 Watch over them to tear and slay. 
 
 If found one moment from their Guide. 
 
 4 In safety lead thy little flock, — 
 From hell, the world, and s;n secure ; 
 
 And set their feet upon the rock, 
 And make in thee their goings sure. / 
 
158 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 289 L.M. 
 
 Design of Prayer. 
 
 PRAYER is appointed to convey 
 The blessings God designs to give : 
 Long as they live should Christians pray; 
 They learn to pray when first they live. 
 
 2 If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress ; 
 If cares distract, or fears dismay ; 
 
 If guilt deject ; if sin distress ; 
 In every case, still watch and pray. 
 
 3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak : 
 Though thought be broken, language lame. 
 
 Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak ; 
 But pray with faith in Jesus' name. 
 
 4 Depend on him ; thou canst not fail ; 
 Make all thy wants and v/ishes known ; 
 
 Fear not ; his merits must prevail ; 
 Ask but in faith, it shall be done. 
 
 290 CM. 
 
 On Prayer. 
 
 THE Lord attends when children pray ; 
 A whisper he can hear ; 
 He knows not only what we say, 
 But what we wish or fear. 
 
 2 He sees us when we are alone, 
 Though no one else can see ; 
 
 And all our thoughts to him are known, 
 Wherever v/e may be. 
 
 3 'Tis not enough to bend the knee, 
 And words of prayer to say ; 
 
 The heart must with the lips agree. 
 Or else we do not pray. 
 
 4 Teach us, O Lord, to pray aright ; 
 Thy grace to .us impart ; 
 
 That we in prayer may take delight, 
 And serve thee with the heart. 
 
PRAYER. 159 
 
 291 s.M. 
 
 Prayer for Grace. 
 
 LORD, teach me how to pray, 
 Thy saving grace impart ; 
 '- Grant that thy Holy Spirit may 
 Renew and cleanse my heart, 
 2 Unholy was I born, 
 
 And from my birth I stray'd ; 
 
 1 must be wretched and forlorn, 
 
 Without thy saving aid. 
 . 3 But those who seek thy face, 
 
 Shall taste thy wond'rous love ; 
 And thou wilt guide them by thy grace, 
 
 To dwell with thee above. 
 4 To thee, O Lord, yve come, 
 
 And on thy promise stay : 
 O may we find in thee our home, 
 
 Nor wander from thy way. 
 
 292 CM. 
 
 Sabiat7i-Scholar''s Pra/yer. 
 
 OTHAT the Lord would teach my tongue 
 The heavenly song to raise ; 
 O that the Lord my heart would fill 
 With love, and joy, and praise ! ^ 
 
 2 that the Lord my steps would guide 
 In paths of righteousness; 
 
 O that the Lord my lips would teach 
 His ways and works to bless ! 
 
 3 O that the Lord would give me faith, 
 The blessed Christ to see ; 
 
 O that he now would give me grace. 
 That I to him may flee ! 
 
 4 O that the Lord would make me know 
 The riches of his grarce ; 
 
 Then should I live and please him too, 
 And dying, see his face. 
 
l&O SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 293 CM. 
 
 God's Oreai/iiess and Wisdom.. 
 
 THERE'S not a tint that paints the rose^ 
 Or decks the lily fair, 
 Or streaks the humblest flower that grows, 
 But Heaven has placed it there. 
 
 2 There 's not of grass a single blade, 
 Or leaf of lowliest mien. 
 
 Where heavenly skill is not displayed, 
 And heavenly wisdom seen. 
 
 3 There 's not a star whose twinkling light 
 Illumes the distant earth, 
 
 And cheers the solemn gloom of night, 
 But Heaven gave it birth. 
 
 4 There 's not a place in heaven's vast round, 
 In ocean's deep, or air, 
 
 Where skill and wisdom are not found, — 
 For God is everywhere. 
 
 294 CM. 
 
 Goodnefis and Mercy. 
 
 LET every fongue thy goodness speak. 
 Thou sov'reign Lord of all ; 
 Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, 
 And raise the poor that fall. 
 
 2 When sorrows bow the spirit down, 
 When virtue lies distress'd. 
 
 Beneath the proud oppressor's frown, 
 Thou giv'st the mourner rest. 
 
 3 Thou know'st the pains thy servants foel, 
 Thou hear'st thy children's cry ; 
 
 And their best wishes to fulfill, 
 Thy grace is ever nigh. 
 
 4 Thy mercy never shall remove 
 From men of heart sincere : 
 
 Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love 
 Is join'd with holy fear. 
 
PRAISE. 161 
 
 295 . L.M. 
 
 God's Parental Care and Kindness acknowledged, 
 
 OTHOU who dost young children love, 
 And feel for us a father's care, 
 From thy high throne in heaven above 
 Vouchsafe to listen to our prayer, 
 
 2 The lowliest flower that decks the vale, 
 Or gems the rugged mountain's side. 
 
 Enjoys the sunlight, shower, and gale, 
 As freely as the garden's pride. 
 
 3 E'en so we children, poor and low. 
 Are not too mean thy love to share ; 
 
 Alike for all thy mercies flow. 
 Alike for all thy guardian care. 
 
 4 Then, gracious Lord, in mercy now 
 Thy blessing unto us be given, — 
 
 Thy Spirit pour, thy grace bestow, 
 To save from sin and guide to heaven, 
 
 296 • CM. 
 
 Croicn Him Lord of all. 
 
 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! 
 Let angels prostrate fall ; 
 Bring forth the royal diadem. 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race. 
 Ye ransom'd from the fall, 
 
 Hail him who saves you by his grace, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 3 Let every kindred, every tribe, 
 On this terrestrial ball, 
 
 To him all majesty ascribe. 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 4 O that with yonder §acred throng 
 We at his feet may fall ; 
 
 We'll join the everlasting song, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 11 
 
162 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 297 9th p. M. 87, 87. 
 
 Adoration, * 
 
 MAY I love thee and adore thee,. 
 O thou bleeding, dying Lamb ! 
 Teach my heart to bow before thee, 
 Kindle there a sacred flame. 
 
 2 Teach me what I am by nature. 
 How to lift my thoughts on high ; 
 
 Teach me, O thou great Creator ! 
 How to live, and how to die ! 
 
 298 CM. 
 
 Praise.,— delighff id. 
 
 MY Saviour, my almighty Friend, 
 When 1 begin thy praise, 
 Where will the growing numbers end,— 
 The numbers of thy grace ? 
 
 2 I trust in thy eternal word ; 
 Thy goodness I adore : 
 
 Send down thy grace, O blessed Lord, 
 That 1 may love thee more. 
 
 3 My feet shall travel all the length 
 Of the celestial road ; 
 
 And march, with courage in thy strength, 
 To see the Lord my God. 
 
 4 Awake ! awake ! my tuneful powers, 
 With this delightful song ; 
 
 And entertain the darkest hours, 
 Nor think the season long. 
 
 299 c.M. 
 
 Praise to tlie Redeemer. 
 
 MAJESTIC sv/eetness sits enthroned 
 On my Redeemer's brow ; 
 His head with radiant glories crown'd, 
 His lips with grace o'erflow. 
 
PRAISE. 163 
 
 2 No mortal can with him compare 
 Among the sons of men : 
 
 Fairer is he than all the fair 
 That fill the heavenly train. 
 
 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress- 
 He Hew to my relief; 
 
 For me he bore the shameful cross, 
 And carried all my grief. 
 
 4 To him I owe my life and breath, 
 And all the joys 1 have : 
 
 He makes me triumph over death, 
 ' And o'er the boasting grave. 
 
 5 Since from his mercy I receive 
 Such proofs of love divine, 
 
 Had I a thousand hearts to give. 
 Lord, they should all be thine ! 
 
 300 CM- 
 
 God seen in Ms Works.. 
 
 THERE'S not a star whose twinkling ray 
 Illumes the distant earth, 
 And cheers the solemn gloom of night. 
 But goodness gave it birth. 
 
 2 There's not a cloud whose dews distill 
 Upon the parched clod. 
 
 And clothe with verdure vale and hill. 
 That is not sent by God. 
 
 3 There 's not a place in earth's vast round. 
 In ocean's depths, or air. 
 
 Where skill and wisdom are not found, — 
 For God is everywhere. 
 
 4 Around, beneath, below, above. 
 Wherever space extends ; 
 
 There heaven displays its boundless love, 
 And power with goodness blends. 
 
164 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 301 SM. 
 
 TJie Horrors of the Second Death. 
 
 WHERE shall rest be found,— 
 Rest for the weary soul ? 
 ^Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, 
 Or pierce to either pole. 
 
 2 The world can never give 
 The bliss for which we sigh ; 
 
 ^ *Tis not the whole of life to live, 
 Nor all of death to die. 
 
 3 Beyond this vale of tears 
 
 There is a life above, • 
 
 Unmeasured by the flight of years ; 
 And all that life is love. 
 
 4 There is a death whose pang 
 Outlasts the fleeting breath : 
 
 what eternal horrors hang 
 Around the second death ! 
 
 5 Thou God of truth and grace ! 
 Teach us that death to shun ; 
 
 Lest we be banish'd from thy face, 
 Forever more undone. 
 
 302 CM. 
 
 Lord., help my Vtibelief. 
 
 HOW sad our state by nature is ! 
 Our sin, how deep its stains ! 
 And Satan binds our captive souls 
 Fast in his slavish chains. 
 
 2 But there 's a voice of sov'reign grace 
 Sounds from the sacred Word : — 
 
 Ho ! ye despairing sinners, come. 
 And trust a faithful Lord. 
 
 3 My soul obeys the gracious call, 
 And runs to this relief; 
 
 1 would believe thy promise, Lord; 
 
 O help my unbelief! 
 
THE SINNER. 1G5 
 
 4 To the blest fountain of thy blood, 
 Incarnate God, I fly ; 
 
 Here let me wash my guilty soul 
 From crimes of deepest dye. 
 
 5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, 
 Into thine arms I fall ; 
 
 Be thou my strength and righteousness, — 
 My Jesus, and my all. 
 
 303 L.M. 
 
 Preparation for Judgment. 
 
 WHO shall the Book of Judgment wfite ? 
 That awful Book ! young sinner, thou. 
 Year after year, with all thy might, 
 Hast written, and art writing now\ 
 
 2 Each guilty thought, each sinful word. 
 Each wanton, wicked act of thine, , 
 
 Leaves there its mark, and shall be heard, 
 As thou thyself hast writ the line. 
 
 3 O ! who the dreadful page can blot ? 
 Who rend it from the Judge's hand? 
 
 Sinner, if thou repentest not. 
 The guilty lines shall always stand. 
 
 4 But One there is — a Saviour now — 
 Whose blood can wash those words away : 
 
 Come to his feet, and humbly bow ; 
 Come, while 'tis not the judgment-day. 
 
 5 O wait not till, in pomp, he rends 
 The sky above, the earth below ; 
 
 Until to judgment he descends. 
 And seals thy doom to endless wo ! 
 
 6 Wait not — for now he waits for thee ; 
 Count all beside but worthless dross ; 
 
 Look not behind, but onward flee. 
 Till safe and pardon'd at his cross. 
 
166 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 3 Q 4 p. M. 87, 87, 77. 
 
 Clirist our Friend. 
 
 ONE there is, above ail others, 
 Well deserves the name of Friend ; 
 His is love beyond a brother's — 
 
 Costly, free, and knows no end. 
 They who once his kindness prove, 
 Find it everlasting love. 
 
 2 Which of all our friends, to save us. 
 Could or would have shed his blood? 
 
 But the Saviour died to have us 
 
 Jleconciled in him to God. 
 This was boundless love indeed ; 
 Jesus is a Friend in need. 
 
 3 When he lived on earth abased. 
 Friend of sinners was his name ; ' 
 
 Now to heavenly glory raised, 
 
 He rejoiceth in the same : 
 Still he calls them brethren, friends, 
 And to all their wants attends. 
 
 4 ! for grace our hearts to soften ! 
 Teach us. Lord, at length to love : 
 
 We, alas ! forget too often 
 
 What a Friend we have above ; 
 But when home our souls are brought, 
 We will love thee as we ought. 
 
 305 8th p. M. 87, 87, 47. 
 
 The IrwitaUon. 
 
 COME, ye sinners, poor and needy. 
 Weak and wounded, sick and sore ; 
 Jesus ready stands to save ^'■ou. 
 Full of pity, love, and power : 
 
 He is able, 
 He is willing : doubt no more. 
 
THE SINNER, 167 
 
 2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome ; 
 God's free bounty glorify ; 
 
 True belief and true repentance, — 
 Every grace that brings you nigh, — 
 
 Without money, 
 Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 
 
 3 Let not conscience make you linger ; 
 Nor of fitness fondly dream : 
 
 All the fitness he requireth 
 Is to feel your need of him : 
 
 This he gives you, — 
 'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam. 
 
 4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, * 
 Bruised and mangled by the fall ; 
 
 If you tarry till you 're better, 
 You will never come at all : 
 
 Not the righteous, — 
 Sinners Jesus came to call. 
 
 5 Agonizing in the garden. 
 Your Redeemer prostrate lies ; 
 
 On the bloody tree behold him ! 
 Hear him cry, before he dies, 
 
 It is finish'd !— 
 Sinners, will not this suffice ? 
 
 6 Lo ! the' incarnate God, ascending, 
 Pleads the merit of his blood : 
 
 Venture on him — venture freely ; 
 Let no other trust intrude : 
 
 None but Jesus 
 Can do helpless sinners good. 
 
 7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert. 
 Sing the praises of the Lamb ; 
 
 While the blissful seats of heaven 
 Sweetly echo with his name : 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Sinners here may do the same. 
 
168 ST) ND AY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 306 s.M- 
 
 Invitation to Christ. 
 
 C10ME, children, come to God"; 
 I Cast all your sins away ; 
 Seek ye the Saviour's cleansing hlood ; 
 Repent, believe, obey. 
 
 2 Say not ye cannot come ; 
 For Jesus bled and died, 
 
 That none who ask in humble faith 
 Should ever be denied. 
 
 3 Say not ye will not come, 
 When God vouchsafes to call ; 
 
 For fearful will their end be found 
 On whom his wrath shall fall. 
 
 4 Come, then, whoever will; 
 Come while 't is call'd to-day ; 
 
 Seek ye the Saviour's cleansing blood; 
 Repent, believe, obey. 
 
 307 CM. 
 
 TJie Gospel Feast. 
 
 LET every mortal ear attend, 
 And every heart rejoice ; 
 The trumpet of the gospel sounds 
 With an inviting voice. 
 
 2 Ho ! ye that pant for living streams, 
 And pine away and die ; 
 
 Here you may quench your raging thirst 
 With springs that never dry. 
 
 3 Rivers of love and mercy here 
 In a rich ocean join ; 
 
 Salvation in abundance flows, 
 Like floods of milk and wine. 
 
 4 The happy gates of gospel grace 
 Stand open night and day : 
 
 Lord, we are come to seek supplies, 
 And drive our wants away. 
 
308 
 
 THE SINNER. 169 
 
 CM. 
 
 The Resolution. 
 
 COME, humble sinner, in whose breast 
 A thousand thoughts revolve ; 
 Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd, 
 And make this last resolve : — 
 
 2 I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 
 Like mountains round me close ; 
 
 I know his courts, I'll enter in, 
 Whatever may oppose. 
 
 3 Prostrate I '11 lie before his throne, 
 And there my guilt confess ; 
 
 I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone 
 Without his sov'reign grace. 
 
 4 Perhaps he will admit my plea, , 
 Perhaps will hear my prayer ; 
 
 But, if I perish, Iwill pray, 
 And perish only there. 
 
 5 I can but perish if I go — 
 I am resolved to try ; 
 
 For if I stay away, I know 
 I must forever die. ' 
 
 309 
 
 S. M, 
 
 CoTYie to Jesus. 
 
 COME to the mercy-seat — 
 Come to the place of prayer; 
 Come, little children, to His feet 
 In whom we live and are ! 
 
 2 Come to your God in prayer — 
 Come to your Saviour now — 
 
 While youthful skies are bright and fair, 
 And health is on your brow. 
 
 3 Come in the name of Him 
 Who all your sorrows bore — 
 
 Who ever lives to pardon sin. 
 And will be sought by prayer. 
 
170 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 310 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. 
 Gi've Me thy Heart. 
 
 HEAR ye not a voice from heaven 
 To the list'ning spirit given? 
 '* Children, come," it seems to say ; 
 " Give your hearts to me to-day." 
 
 2 Sweet as is a mother's love, 
 Tender as the heavenly Dove ; 
 Thus it speaks a Saviour's charms, 
 Thus it wins us to his arms. 
 
 3 Lord, we will remember thee 
 While from pains and sorrow free ; 
 "While our day is in its dew, 
 
 And the cares of life are few. 
 
 4 While to thee, O Lord, we come 
 In our morning's early bloom. 
 Breathe on us thy grace divine. 
 Take our hearts and make them thine. 
 
 311 CM. 
 
 The jSamour Precious. 
 
 JESUS, I love thy charming name — 
 'T is music to mine ear ; 
 Fain would I sound it out so loud. 
 That earth and heaven might hear. 
 
 2 All my capacious powers can wish. 
 In thee doth richly meet ; 
 
 Nor to my eyes is light so dear. 
 Nor friendship half so sweet. 
 
 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, 
 And shed its fragrance there ; 
 
 The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
 The cordial of its care. 
 
 4 I '11 speak the honors of thy name, 
 With my last laboring breath ; 
 
 And dying, clasp thee in my arms, 
 The antidote ol death. 
 
THE PENITENT. 171 
 
 3J2 p. M. 11, 10, 11, 10. 
 
 EaHli has no Sorrow that Hea/ven cannot lieal. 
 
 COME, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish ; 
 Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel ; 
 Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your 
 anguish; — « 
 
 Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. 
 
 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, 
 Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, — 
 
 Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, — 
 Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure. 
 
 3 Here see the bread of life , see waters flowing 
 Forth from the throne of God, pure from above : 
 
 Come to the feast of love ; come, ever knowing 
 Earth has no sorrow but Heaven can remove. 
 
 313 8th p. M. 87,87,47. 
 
 Seek^ and ye shall find. 
 
 LET us now, with hearts united. 
 Seek and praise our God above ; 
 Far too long we him have slighted : 
 But if now we seek his love, 
 
 We shall find him 
 And our souls he will approve. 
 
 2 If we seek him through the Saviour, 
 Pleading all he did below. 
 
 We shall surely find his favor. 
 And be saved from endless woe ; 
 
 And to heaven. 
 After death, our souls will go. 
 
 3 If we seek his Holy Spirit 
 In our young and early days, 
 
 He will grant, through Jesus' merit, 
 Rich supplies of heavenly grace ; 
 
 And will fit us 
 For eternal songs of praise. 
 
172 SUNDAY-SCHOOL BYMSS. 
 
 314 s.M. 
 
 The Heart of Stone. • 
 
 OTHAT I could repent, 
 With all my idols part, 
 And to thy gracious eye present 
 An humble contrite heart ;— 
 
 2 A heart with grief oppress'd, 
 For having grieved my God ; 
 
 A troubled heart, that cannot rest 
 Till sprinkled with thy blood. 
 
 3 Jesus, on me bestow 
 The penitent desire ; 
 
 With true sincerity of woe 
 My aching breast inspire. 
 
 4 With soft'ning pity look. 
 And melt my hardness down : 
 
 Strike with thy love's resistless stroke. 
 And break this heart of stone. 
 
 315 c.M. 
 
 Refuge in God. 
 
 DEAR Father, to thy mercy-seat 
 My soul for shelter flies : 
 'Tis here 1 find a safe retreat 
 
 When storms and tempests rise. 
 2. My cheerful hope can never die, 
 If thou, my God, art near ; 
 ' Thy grace can raise my comforts high, 
 And banish every fear. 
 
 3 My great Protector and my Lord, 
 Thy constant aid impart ; 
 
 O let thy kind, thy gracious word, 
 Sustain my trembling heart. 
 
 4 O never let my soul remove 
 From this divine retreat ; 
 
 Still let T<ie trust thy power and love. 
 And dwell beneath thy feet. 
 
THE PENITENT. 173 
 
 316 CM. 
 
 Joy over the Bepenting Sinner. 
 
 OHOW divine, how sweet the joy, 
 "When but one sinner turns, 
 And with an humble, broken heart, 
 His sin and error mourns ! 
 
 2 Pleased with the news, the saints below 
 In songs their tongues employ ; 
 
 Beyond the skies the tidings go, ^ 
 
 And heaven is fiU'd with joy. 
 
 3 Well pleased the Father sees and hears 
 The conscious sinner's moan; 
 
 Jesus receives him in his arms, 
 And claims him for his own. 
 
 4 Nor angels can their joys contain, 
 But kindle with new fire : 
 
 " The sinner lost is found," they sing, 
 And strike the sounding lyre. 
 
 317 L.M. 
 
 Children encouraged to seeh the Lord, 
 
 BLEST Jesus, hear our humble claim, 
 The favor to address thy name ; 
 Thou wast, so meek that babes might be 
 Encouraged to draw near to thee. 
 
 2 O Saviour, help us to believe 
 That thoa wilt children yet receive ; 
 Thy tender mercies, Lord, are free, 
 And we are welcome unto thee. 
 
 3 To every child, O Lord, impart 
 A broken and a contrite heart ; 
 
 O cleanse us by thy precious blood, 
 And fill us with the fear of God. 
 
 4 Though oft we err,' restore us still, 
 And make us better do thy will ; 
 Till, fitted by thy power and grace, 
 We reach thy throne and see thy face. 
 
174 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 318 L.M. 
 
 Tlie Light Yoke and Easy Burden. 
 
 OTHAT my load of sin were gone ; 
 O that I could at last submit 
 At Jesus' feet to lay it down — 
 To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. 
 • 2 Rest for my soul I long to find : 
 Saviour of all, if mine thou art, 
 Give me thy meek and lowly mind, 
 And stamp thine image on my heart. 
 
 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, 
 And fully set my spirit free ; 
 
 1 cannot rest till pure within, — 
 Till I am wholly lost in thee. 
 
 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; 
 Thy light and easy burden prove ; 
 
 The cross all stain'd with hallow 'd blood, 
 The labor of thy dying love. 
 
 5 I would, but thou must give the power ; 
 My heart from every sin release ; 
 
 Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, 
 And fill me with thy perfect peace. 
 
 319 ^- ^^• 
 
 Lamenting the Absence of the Spirit. 
 
 OFOR a closer walk with God,^— 
 A calm and heavenly frame ; 
 A light to shine upon the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
 2 Where is the blessedness I knew, 
 When first I saw the Lord ? 
 
 Where is the soul-refreshing view 
 Of Jesus and his Word? v 
 
 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! 
 How sweet their mem'ry still ! 
 
 But they have left an aching void 
 The world dan never fill. 
 
THE PENITENT. 175 
 
 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, 
 Sweet messenger of rest ; 
 
 1 hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
 And drove thee from my breast. 
 
 5 The dearest idol I have known, 
 Whate'er that idol be, 
 
 Help me to tear it from thy throne, ♦ 
 
 And worship only thee. 
 
 6 So shall my walk be close with God, 
 Calm and serene my frame ; 
 
 So pvirer light shall mark the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
 320 CM. 
 
 Indwelling Sin deplored, 
 
 WHAT is there. Lord, a youth can do 
 That feels with guilt oppress'd ? 
 Sins that I never mourn'd before 
 I find within my breast. 
 
 2 My thoughts are vain ; my heart is hard ; 
 My temper apt to rise ; 
 
 E'en when I seem upon my guard. 
 It takes me by surprise. 
 
 3 Whene'er to thy commands I turn, 
 I find I 've broken them ; 
 
 And in thy Holy Scriptures learn 
 That God will sin condemn. 
 
 4 With pity to my prayer attend, 
 My humble voice regard ; 
 
 And thine own Holy Spirit send, 
 To melt a heart so hard. 
 
 6 I feel there is no strength in me 
 
 To do that work alone ; 
 But, Lord, I come and look to thee 
 
 To change this heart of stone. 
 
176 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 321 L.M. 
 
 Tlie Stubborn Heart. 
 
 OFOR a glance of heavenly day, 
 To take this stubborn heart away ; 
 And thaw, with beams of love divine, 
 This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 
 * 2 The rocks can rend ; the earth can quake 
 The seas can roar ; the mountains shake : 
 Of feeling, all things show some sign, 
 But this unfeeling heart of mine. 
 
 3 To hear the sorrows thou hast fel^ 
 O Lord, an adamant would melt : 
 But I can read each moving line. 
 And nothing moves this heart of mine. 
 
 4 Thy judgments too, which devils fear — 
 Amazing thought ! — unmoved I hear ! 
 Goodness and wrath in vain combine 
 
 To stir this stupid heart of mine. 
 
 5 But power divine can do the deed ; 
 And, Lord, that power I greatly need : 
 Thy Spirit can from dross refine, 
 
 And melt and change this heart of mine. 
 
 322 CM. 
 
 The Dreadful Sentence. 
 
 THAT awful day will surely come, 
 The' appointed hour makes haste, 
 When I must stand before my Judge, 
 And pass the solemn test. 
 
 2 Jesus, thou source of all my joys, 
 Thou ruler of my heart. 
 
 How could I bear to hear thy voice 
 Pronounce the word, — Depart ! 
 
 3 The thunder of that awful word 
 Would so torment my ear, 
 
 *T would tear my soul asunder, Lord, 
 With most tormenting fear. 
 
THE PENITENT. 17T 
 
 4 What, to be banish'd from my Lord, 
 And yet forbid to die ; 
 
 To linger in eternal pain, 
 And death forever fly ! — 
 
 5 O wretched state of deep despair. 
 To see my God remove, 
 
 And fix my doleful station where 
 1 must not taste his love. 
 
 323 CM. 
 
 Zfn/wearied Earn^shiess. 
 
 PATHER, I stretch my hands to thee; 
 No other help i Irnow : 
 If thou withdraw thyself from me. 
 Ah ! whither shall I go ? 
 
 2 What did thine only Son endure. 
 Before I drew my breath ! 
 
 What pain, what labor, to secure 
 My soul from endliess death ! 
 
 3 O Jesus, could I this believe, 
 I now should feel thy power ; 
 
 And all my wants thou wouldst relieve, 
 In this accepted hour. 
 
 4 Author of faith ! to thee I lift 
 My weary, longing eyes : 
 
 O let me now receive that gift, — 
 My soul without it dies. 
 
 5 Surely, thou canst not let me die ; 
 O speak, and I shall live ; 
 
 And here I will unwearied lie, 
 Till thou thy Spirit give. 
 
 6 How would my fainting soul rejoice, 
 Could I but see thy face ; 
 
 Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice. 
 And taste thy pard'ning grace. 
 12 
 
178 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS/ 
 
 324 9th p. M. 87, 87, 87, 87. 
 
 The Heart gvven to God. 
 
 TAKE my heart, O Father, take it ; 
 Make and keep it all thine own: 
 Let thy Spirit melt and break it ; 
 
 Turn to flesh this heart of stone. 
 Heavenly Father, deign to mold it 
 
 In obedience to thy will ; 
 And, as passing years unfold it, 
 Keep It meek and childlike still. 
 
 2 Father, make it pure and lowly. 
 
 Peaceful, kind, and far from strife, 
 Turning from the paths unholy 
 
 Of this vain and sinful life. 
 May the blood of Jesus heal it, 
 
 And its sins be all forgiven : 
 Holy Spirit, take and seal it; 
 
 Guide it in the path to heaven. 
 
 325 L.M. 
 
 Condemned., tut pleading the Promises. 
 
 SHOW pity. Lord ; O Lord, forgive ; 
 Let a repenting rebel live. 
 Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
 May not a sinner trust in thee ? 
 
 2 My crimes are great, but do n't surpass 
 The power and glory of thy grace ; 
 Great God, thy nature hath no bound, 
 So let thy pard'ning love be found. 
 
 3 O wash my soul from every sin. 
 And make my guilty conscience clean ; 
 Here on my heart the burden lies. 
 And past offenses pain my eyes. 
 
 4 O save a trembling sinner. Lord, 
 Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy Word, 
 Would light on some sweet promise there,— 
 Some sure support against despair. 
 
THE PENITENT. 179 
 
 320 CM. 
 
 A Child's Confession. 
 
 OLORD, forgive a sinful child, 
 Whose heart is all unclean ; 
 .How base am I, and how defiled 
 By the vile work of sin ! 
 
 2 O change this stubborn heart of minej 
 And make me pure within ; 
 
 Still manifest thy love divine, 
 And save me from all sin. 
 
 3 Stubborn, untractable, and wild. 
 By nature is my heart : 
 
 O Lord, to me, a patient, mild, 
 And holy mind impart. 
 
 4 Then shall I make redeeming love 
 My daily, hourly song ; 
 
 And joys like theirs who sing above 
 Shall tune an infant's tongue. 
 
 327 L.M. 
 
 T7ie Youthful Pilgrim. 
 
 I WOULD a youthful pilgrim be; 
 Resolved alone to follow thee, 
 Thou Lamb of God, who now ar» gone 
 Up to thine everlasting throne. 
 
 2 I would my heart to thee resign ; 
 
 come and make it wholly thine ; 
 Set up thy kingdom. Lord, within, 
 And cast out every thought of sin. 
 
 3 Be it my chief desire to prove 
 How much 1 owe, how much I love ; 
 Contentedly my cross to take. 
 
 And meekly bear it for thy sake. 
 
 4 Then, when my pilgrimage is o'er, 
 And I can serve thee here no more. 
 Within thy temple, God of love, 
 
 1 *11 serve thee day and night above. 
 
180 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 328 12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 7a 
 
 Humility and Contrition. 
 
 JESUS, let thy pitying eye 
 Call back a wand 'ring sheep ; 
 False to thee, like Peter, I 
 
 Would fain like Peter weep. 
 Let me be by grace restored ; 
 
 On me be all long-suifring shown : 
 Turn, and look upon me. Lord, 
 And break my heart of stone. 
 
 2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above^ 
 Repentance to impart. 
 
 Give me, through thy dying love. 
 The humble contrite heart : 
 
 Give what I have long' implored, 
 A portion of thy grief unknown : 
 
 Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 
 And break my heart of stone. 
 
 3 For thine own compassion's sake, 
 The gracious wonder show ; 
 
 Cast my sins behind thy back. 
 And wash me white as snow : 
 
 If thy bowels now are stirr'd. 
 If now I do myself bemoan. 
 
 Turn, and look upon ine, Lordj 
 And break my heart of stone. 
 
 329 '^^^ ^' ^' ^ ^^'^^^ '^''^' 
 {flinging to the Cross. 
 
 EOCK of ages, cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in thee ; 
 Let the water and the blood. 
 From thy wounded side which flow'd, 
 Be of sin the double cure, — 
 Save from wrath, and make me pure. 
 
THE PENITENT, 181 
 
 2 Could my tears forever flow, — 
 Could my zeal no languor know, — 
 These for sin could not atone ; 
 Thou must save, and thou alone : 
 In my hand no price I bring ; 
 Simply to the cross I cling. 
 
 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
 When my eyes shall close in death, 
 When I rise to worlds unknown. 
 And behold thee on thy throne, — 
 Eock of ages, cleft for me, 
 
 Let me hide myself in thee. 
 
 330 L.M. 
 
 Weary Souls iiwited to Best. 
 
 COME, weary souls, with sins distress'd ; 
 Come, and accept the promised rest ; 
 The Saviour's gracious call obey, 
 Ai\d cast your gloomy fears away. 
 
 2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load, 
 O, come and spread your woes abroad ; 
 Divine compassion, mighty love. 
 Will all the painful load remove. 
 
 3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows. 
 To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes ; 
 Pardon and life, and endless peace — 
 How rich the gift, how free the grace ! 
 
 4 Lord, we accept with thankful heart 
 The love thy gracious words impart ; 
 We come with trembling, yet rejoice, 
 And bless the kind, inviting voice. 
 
 5 Dear Saviour ! let thy powerful love 
 Confirm our faith, our fears remove ; 
 And sweetly influence every breast, 
 And guide us to eternal rest. 
 
182 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 331 L.M. 
 
 Deprecating the WiiJidrawal ofilie Spirit. 
 
 STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, 
 Though I have done thee such despite • 
 Nor cast the sinner quite away, 
 Nor take thine everlasting flight. 
 
 2 Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart, 
 And shaken oflf my guilty fears ; 
 
 And vex'd, and urged thee to depart, 
 For many long rebellious years.- 
 
 3 Though I have most unfaithful been, 
 Of all who e'er thy grace received ; 
 
 Ten thousand times thy goodness seen ; 
 Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved: 
 
 4 Yet, O ! the chief of sinners spare, 
 In honor of my great High Priest ; 
 
 Nor in thy righteous anger swear 
 To' exclude me from thy people's rest. 
 
 332 c.>M. 
 
 He died for thee. 
 
 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind 
 Naii'd to the shameful tree ; 
 How vast the love that him inclined 
 To bleed and die for thee ! 
 
 2 Hark! how he groans, while nature shake's 
 And earth's strong pillars bend : 
 
 The temple's vail in sunder breaks, — 
 The solid marbles rend. 
 
 3 'Tis done ! the precious ransom's paid 
 Receive my soul ! he cries : 
 
 See where he bows his sacred head ; 
 He bows his head, and dies. 
 
 4 But soon he '11 break death's envious chain^ 
 And in full glory shine : 
 
 O T-amb of God, was ever pain, 
 Was ever love, like thine ? 
 
THE SAVIOUR. 183 
 
 333 *LM. 
 
 L&ve which passeth Knowledge. 
 
 OF Him who did salvation bring, 
 I could forever think an I sing : 
 Arise, ye needy,— he'll ra.ieve ; 
 Arise, ye guilty, — he '11 forgive. 
 
 2 Ask but his grace, and lo, ^tis given ; 
 Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven : 
 Though sin and sorrow wound my soul, 
 Jesus, thy balm will make it whole. 
 
 3 To shame our sins he blush'd in blood ; 
 He closed his eyes to show us God : 
 
 Let all the world fall down and know, 
 That none but God such love can show. 
 
 4 'T is thee I love— for thee alone 
 
 I shed my tears and make my moan ; 
 Where'er I am, where'er I move, 
 I meet the object of my love. 
 
 5 Insatiate to this spring I fly ; 
 
 1 drink, and yet am ever dry r 
 
 Ah ! who agajnst thy charms is proof ? 
 Ah ! who that loves, can love enough ? 
 
 334 L.M. 
 
 Fullness and Sufficiency of the Atonement 
 
 JESUS, thy blood and righteousness 
 My beauty are, my glorious dress ; 
 'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, 
 With joy shall I lift up my head. 
 
 2 Lord, I believe thy precious blood, — 
 Which, at the mercy-seat of God, 
 Forever doth for sinners plead, — 
 
 For me, e'en for my soul, was shed. 
 
 3 Lord, I believe were sinners more 
 Than sands upon the ocean shore, 
 Thou hast for all a ransom paid — 
 For all a full atonement made. 
 
184 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 335 c. M. 
 
 Efficacy of the Atoning Blood. 
 
 THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, 
 Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 
 And sinners, plunged beneath that floods 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see . 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 
 And there may I, though vile as he, 
 Wash all my sins away. 
 
 3 Thou dying Lamb ! thy precious blood 
 Shall never lose its power, 
 
 Till all the ransom'd Church of God 
 Are saved, to sin no more. 
 
 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
 Thy flowing wounds supply, 
 
 Redeeming love has been my theme, 
 And shall be, till I die. 
 
 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 
 I'll sing thy power to save. 
 
 When this poor lisping, st^mm'ring tongue, 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 
 336 CM. 
 
 God mcmifested in the Flesh. 
 
 WITH glorious clouds encompass'd round, 
 Whom angels dimly see. 
 Will the Unsearchable be found. 
 Or God appear to mp ? 
 
 2 Will he forsake his throne above, — * 
 Himself to worms impart ? 
 
 Answer, thou Man of grief and love, 
 And speak it to my heart. 
 
 3 In manifested love explain 
 Thy wonderful design ; 
 
 What meant the suff'ring Son of man, — 
 The streaming blood divine ? 
 
THE SAVIOUR. 185 
 
 4 Didst thou not in our flesh, appear, 
 And live and die below, 
 
 That I might now perceive thee near, 
 And my Redeemer know ?— 
 
 5 Might view the Lamb in his own light, 
 Whom angels dimly see ; 
 
 And gaze, transported at the sight, 
 To all eternity ? 
 
 337 L.M., 
 
 Dying, rising, reigning. 
 
 HE dies ! the Friend of sinners dies ! 
 Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around ; 
 A solemn darkness vails the skies, 
 
 A sudden trembling shakes the ground : 
 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two 
 
 For him who groan'd beneath your load ; 
 He shed a thousand drops for you, — 
 A thousand drops of richer blood. 
 
 2 Here 's love and grief beyond degree : 
 The Lord of glory dies for nian! 
 
 But lo ! what sudden joys we see! 
 
 Jesus, the dead, revives again. 
 The rising God forsakes the tomb ; 
 
 (In vain the tomb forbids his rise :) 
 Cherubic legions guard him home, 
 
 And shout him welcome to the skies. 
 
 3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 
 How high your great Deliv'rer reigns ; 
 
 Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, 
 And led the monster death in chains : 
 
 Say, Live forever, wondrous King ! 
 Born to redeem, and strong to save ; 
 
 Then ask the monster. Where 's thy sting ? 
 And, Where 's thy vict'ry, boasting grave '? 
 
186 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 33 g 9th p. M. 87, 87. 
 
 Jesus our Strength. 
 TESUS, Lord of life and glory, 
 fj Friend of children, hear our lays : 
 Humbly would our souls adore thee, 
 Sing thy name in hymns of praise. 
 
 2 O what debtors to thy kindness 
 Are we, God of boundless love ! 
 
 \ Thousands wander on in blindness, 
 Strangers to the light above. 
 
 3 Jesus, on thine arm relying. 
 
 We would tread this earthly vale ; 
 Be our life when we are dying ; 
 Be our strength, when strength shall fail. 
 
 4 Let us mount the hills of glory. 
 Far from sins, and woes, and pains ; 
 
 There, in perfect songs, adore thee, 
 And in everlasting strains. 
 
 339 L.M. 
 
 The Saviour's Love. 
 
 SOFT be the gently breathing notes. 
 That sing the Saviour's dying love ; 
 Soft as the evening zephyr floats ; 
 
 Soft as the tuneful lyres above. 
 2 Soft as the morning dews descend. 
 
 While the sweet lark exulting soars ; 
 So soft, to your Almighty Friend, 
 
 Be every sigh your bosom pours. 
 • 3 Pure as the sun's enlivening ray, 
 
 That scatters life and joy abroad ; 
 Pure as the lucid car of day. 
 
 That wide proclaims its Maker, God. 
 4 Pure as the breath of Vernal skies, 
 
 So pure let our contrition be ; 
 And purely let our sorrows rise 
 
 To Him who bled upon the tree. 
 
THE SAVIOUK. 187 
 
 340 L.M. 
 
 Christ the True Vine. 
 
 JESUS, thou true and living Vine, 
 Make me by faith a child of thine ; 
 That I a living branch may be. 
 Abiding always. Lord, in thee. 
 
 2 Now to my soul thy life impart, 
 Come and abide within n\y heart ; 
 May heavenly sap thy Spirit give, 
 That to thy glory I may live. 
 
 3 Beneath my heavenly Father's care 
 " Fruits of the Spirit" may I bear — 
 Humility, and faith, and love : 
 
 So shall I thy disciple prove, 
 
 4 Saviour, a tender branch am I ; 
 Sever'd from thee my soul would die : 
 For life, for strength, I must entwine, 
 And cling around the living Vine. 
 
 5 To me eternal life supply ; 
 Then shall I never, never die — 
 But when transplanted by thy love 
 Bloom in thy Paradise above. 
 
 341 c:m. 
 
 Tlie Joyful Sowtid. 
 
 SALVATION ! the joyful sound ? 
 What pleasure to our ears ! 
 A sov'reign balm for every wound, 
 A cordial for our fears. 
 
 2 Salvation ! let the echo fly 
 The spacious earth around. 
 
 While all the armies of the sky 
 Conspire to raise the sound. 
 
 3 Salvation ! O thou bleeding Lamb ! 
 To thee the praise belongs : 
 
 Salvation shall inspire our hearts, 
 And dwell upon our tongues. 
 
188 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 342 CM. 
 
 Godly Sorrow at the Cross. 
 
 ALAS ! and did my Saviour bleed? 
 And did my Sov'reign die? 
 Would he devote that sacred head 
 For such a w^orm as I ? 
 
 2 Was it for crimes that I have done, 
 He groan'd upon the tree ? 
 
 Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 
 And love beyond degree ! 
 
 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
 And shut his glories in, 
 
 When Christ, the mighty Maker, died 
 For man, the creature's sin. 
 
 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face 
 While his dear cross appears ; 
 
 Dissolve my heart in thankfulness. 
 And melt mine eyes to tears. 
 
 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 
 The debt of love I owe : 
 
 Here, Lord, I give myself away, — 
 'T is all that I can do. 
 
 343 CM. 
 
 His Amazing Lo^:)e. 
 
 PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair. 
 We wretched sinners lay. 
 Without one cheering beam of hope, 
 Or spark of glimm'ring day. 
 
 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of peace 
 
 Beheld our helpless grief: 
 He saw, and (O, amazing love !) 
 
 He flew to our relief. 
 
THE SAVIOUR. 189 
 
 3 Down from the shining seats above, 
 With joyful haste he fled ; 
 
 Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh, 
 And dwelt among the dead. 
 
 4 O for this love let rocks and hills 
 Their lasting silence break ; 
 
 And all harmonious human tongues 
 The Saviour's praises speak. 
 
 5 Angels, assist our mighty joys ; 
 Strike all your harps of gold : 
 
 But when you raise your highest notes, 
 His love can ne'er be told. 
 
 344 CM. 
 
 Tlie Precious Name. 
 
 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
 In a believer's ear ! 
 It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
 And drives away his fear. 
 
 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
 And calms the troubled breast ; 
 
 *Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
 And to the weary, rest. 
 
 3 Dear name, the rock on which I build. 
 My shield and hiding-place ; 
 
 The never-failing treasure, fill'd 
 With boundless stores of grace . 
 
 4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend, 
 My Prophet, Priest, and King, 
 
 My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
 Accept the praise I bring. 
 
 5 I would thy boundless love proclaim 
 With every fleeting breath ; 
 
 So shall the music of thy name 
 Refresh my soul in death. 
 
190 SUNDAY-SCHOOL EYM2CS. 
 
 345 L. M. 
 
 Vows remembered and renewed. 
 
 HAPPY day that fix'd my choice 
 On thee, my Saviour and my God ! 
 Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
 And tell its raptures all abroad. 
 
 2 O happy bond, that seals my vows 
 
 To Him who merits all my love ; > 
 
 Let cheerful anthems fill his house, 
 While to that sacred shrine I move. 
 
 3 'T is done — the great transaction 's done ; 
 I am my Lord's, and he i» mine ; 
 
 He drew me, and I follow'd on, 
 Charm'd to confess the voice divine. 
 
 4 Now rest, my long-divided heart ; 
 Fix'd on this blissful center, rest ; 
 
 Nor ever from thy Lord depart : 
 With him of every good possess'd. 
 
 5 High Heaven, t|iat heard the solemn vow, 
 That vow renew'd shall daily hear, 
 
 Till in life's latest hour I bow. 
 And bless in death a bond so dear. 
 
 34g 3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s. 
 
 ''Adda, Father:' 
 
 ARISE, my soul, arise; 
 Shake off thy guilty fears ; 
 The bleeding Sacrifice 
 In my behalf appears : 
 Before the throne my Surety stands ; 
 My name is written on his hands, 
 y^ 2 He ever lives above, 
 For me to intercede ; 
 His all-redeeming love. 
 
 His precious blood, to plead . 
 His blood atoned for all our race, 
 And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN. 191 
 
 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, 
 Received on Calvary ; 
 
 They pour effectual prayers, 
 They strongly plead for me : — 
 Forgive him, forgive, they cry, 
 Nor let that ransom'd sinner die. 
 
 4 The Father hears him pray, 
 His dear anointed One : 
 
 He cannot turn away 
 The presence of his Son : 
 His Spirit answers to the blood. 
 And tells me I am born of God. 
 
 5 My God is reconciled ; 
 His pard'ning voice 1 hear : 
 
 He owns me for his child ; 
 I can no longer fear : 
 With confidence I now draw nigh. 
 And Father, Abba, Father, cry. 
 
 347 CM. 
 
 Entire Purification. 
 ■pOREVER here my rest shall be, 
 ■ JL. Close to thy bleeding side ; 
 This all my hope, and all my plea, — 
 For me the Saviour died. 
 
 2 My dying Saviour, and my God, 
 Fountain for guilt and sin, 
 
 Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, 
 And cleanse and keep me clean. 
 
 3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own* 
 Wash me, and mine thou art ; 
 
 Wash me, but not my feet alone, — 
 My hands, my head, my heart. 
 
 4 The' atonement of thy blood apply. 
 Till faith to sight improve ; 
 
 Till hope in full fruition die, 
 And all my soul be love. 
 
192 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 34g 5th V.M. 4 lines la 
 
 Learning to lone. 
 
 SAVIOUR ! teach me, day by day, 
 Love's sweet lesson to obey ; 
 Sweeter lesson cannot be, 
 Loving Him who first loved me. 
 
 2 With a childlike heart of love, 
 At thy bidding may 1 move ; 
 Prompt to serve and follow thee, 
 Loving Him who first loved me. 
 
 3 Teach me all thy steps to trace, 
 Strong to follow in thy grace ; 
 Learning how to love from thee, 
 Loving Him who first loved me. 
 
 4 Love in loving finds employ — 
 In obedience all her joy ; 
 
 Ever new that joy will be. 
 Loving Him who first loved me. 
 
 5 Thus may I rejoice to show 
 That I feel the love I owe ; 
 Singing, till thy face I see. 
 
 Of His love who first loved me. 
 
 349 L.M. 
 
 The Highway of Holiness. 
 
 JESUS, my all, to heaven is gone,— 
 He, whom I fix my hopes upon : 
 His track I see, and I'll pursue 
 The narrov/ way, till him I view. 
 
 2 The way the holy prophets went, — 
 The road that leads from banishment, — 
 The King's highway of holiness, 
 
 I '11 go, for all his paths are peace. 
 
 3 This is the way I long have sought. 
 And mourn'd because I found it not ; 
 My grief a burden long has been, 
 Because I was not saved from sin. 
 
EXPEKIENCE AND HOPE. 193 
 
 4 The more I strove against its power, 
 I felt its weight and guilt the more ; 
 Till late I heard my Saviour say, — 
 Come hither, soul, I am the way. 
 
 5 Lo ! glad I come ; and thou, blest Lamb, 
 Shalt take me to thee, as 1 am : 
 Nothing but sin have I to give, — 
 Nothing but love shall I receive. 
 
 6 Then will I tell to sinners round. 
 What a dear Saviour I have found ; 
 
 1 Ml point to thy redeeming blood. 
 And say, — Behold the way to God ! 
 
 350 c.M. 
 
 The Only Solace in Sorroic. 
 
 OTHOU who driest the mourner's tear, 
 How dark this world would be. 
 If, when deceived and wounded here, 
 We could not fly to thee. 
 
 2 The friends who in our sunshine live, 
 When winter comes, are flown ; I 
 
 And he who has but tears to give, 
 Must weep those tears alone. 
 
 3 But Christ can heal that broken heart. 
 Which, like the plants that throw 
 
 Their fragrance from the wounded part, - 
 Breathes sweetness out of woe. 
 
 4 O who could bear life's stormy doom, 
 Did not His wing of love 
 
 Come brightly wafting through the gloom, 
 Our peace-branch from above. 
 
 5 Then sorrow, touch'd by Him, grows bright^ 
 With more than rapture's ray ; 
 
 As darkness shows us worlds of light, 
 We never saw by day. 
 13 
 
194 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 351 CM. 
 
 Watchfulness and Prayer. 
 
 ALAS ! what hourly dangers rise ! 
 What snares beset my way ! 
 To heaven O let me lift my eyes, 
 And hourly watch and pray. 
 
 2 O gracious God, in whom I live, 
 My feeble efforts aid ; 
 
 Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, 
 Though trembling and afraid. 
 
 3 Increase my faith, increase my hope, 
 When foes and fears prevail ; 
 
 And bear my fainting spirit up, 
 Or soon my strength will fail. 
 
 4 O keep me in thy heavenly way, 
 And bid the tempter flee ; 
 
 And let me never, never stray 
 From happiness and thee. 
 
 352 P- M- 86, 8G, 88, 66. 
 
 All is well. 
 
 WHAT 'S this that steals upon my frame ? 
 Is it death ? is it death ? 
 That soon shall quench this vital flame ? 
 
 Is it death ? is it death ? 
 If this be death, I soon shall be 
 From every pain and sorrow free ; 
 
 1 shall the King of glory see : 
 
 All is well, all is well. 
 
 2 Weep not, my friends, weep not for me ; 
 
 All is well, all is well : 
 My sins are pardon'd — I am free ; 
 
 All is well, all is well. 
 There 's not a cloud that doth arise, 
 To hide my Saviour from my eyes : 
 I soon shall mount the upper skies : 
 
 All is well, all is well. 
 
BXPERIENCE AND HOPE. 195 
 
 3 Tune, tune your harps, ye saints in glory; 
 
 All is well, all is well : 
 1 will rehearse the pleasing story; 
 
 All is well, all is well. 
 Bright angels are from glory come ; 
 They 're round my bed, they 're in my room ; 
 They wait to waft my spirit home : 
 
 All is well, all is well. 
 
 4 Hark, hark ! my Lord and Master calls me; 
 
 All is well, all is well: 
 I soon shall see his face in glory ; 
 
 All is well, all is well. 
 Farewell, my friends, adieu, adieu, 
 1 can no longer stay with you. 
 My glittering crown appears in view : 
 
 All is well, all is well. 
 
 5 Hail, hail, all hail! ye blood-wash'd throng, 
 
 Saved by grace, saved by grace ; 
 
 1 come to join your rapturous song, 
 
 Saved by grace, saved by grace : 
 All is psace and joy divine. 
 And heaven and glory now are mine ; 
 O hallelujah to the Lamb, ,, 
 
 All is well, all is well. , * 
 
 353 Cm. 
 
 Bearing the Cross. 
 T^IDST thou, dear Saviour, suffer shame 
 U And bear the cross for me ? 
 And shall I fear to own thy name. 
 Or thy disciple be ? 
 
 2 Forbid it. Lord, that I should dread 
 To suffer shame or loss ; 
 
 O let me in thy footsteps tread, 
 And glory in thy cross. 
 
 3 Inspire my soul with life divine. 
 And holy courage bold ; 
 
 Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine, 
 N6r love nor zeal grow cold. 
 
196 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 354 8th p. M. 87,87,47. 
 
 Tlie Pilgrim's Guide and Guardian. 
 
 /^UIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, 
 \J Pilgrim through this barren land : 
 
 1 am weak, but thou art mighty ; 
 Hold me with thy powerful hand : 
 
 Bread of heaven, 
 Feed me till I want no more. 
 
 2 Open now the crystal fountain, 
 Whence the healing waters flow ; 
 
 Let the fiery, cloudy pillar. 
 Lead me all my journey through: 
 
 Strong Deliv'rer, 
 Be thou still my strength and shield. 
 
 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 
 Bid my anxious fears subside : 
 
 Bear me through the swelling current ; 
 Land me safe on Canaan's side : 
 
 Songs of praises 
 I will ever give to thee. * 
 
 355 L. M. 
 
 For Sustaining Grace, 
 
 MY hope, my all, my Saviour thou ; 
 To thee, lo, now my soul I bow ; 
 I feel the bliss thy wounds impart,— 
 
 1 find thee. Saviour, in my heart. 
 
 2 Be thou my strength, — be thou my way-, 
 Protect me through my. life's short day : 
 In all my acts may wisdom guide^ 
 
 And keep me. Saviour, neal: thy side. 
 
 3 In fierce temptation's darkest hour, 
 Save me from sin and Satan's power; 
 Tear every idol from thy throne, 
 And reign, my Saviour, reign alone. 
 
EXPERIENCE AND HOPE. 197 
 
 356 L.M. 
 
 Glorying only in the Cross. 
 
 WHEN I survey the wondrous cross 
 On which the Prince of glory died, 
 My richest gain I count but loss, 
 And pour contempt on all my pride. 
 
 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 
 Save in the death of Christ, my God ; 
 
 All the vain things that charm me most, 
 I sacrifice them to his blood. 
 
 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, 
 Sorrow and love flow mingled down : 
 
 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet. 
 Or thorns compose so rich a crovvu ? 
 
 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
 That were a present far too small ; 
 
 Love so amazing, so divine, 
 
 Demands my soul, my life, my all. 
 
 357 L.M. 
 
 Because He liveth I shall live also. 
 
 I KNOW that my Redeemer lives — 
 What joy the blest assurance gives ! 
 He lives, he lives, who once was dead ; 
 He lives, my everlasting Head ! 
 
 2 He lives, to bless me with his love ; 
 He lives, to plead for me above ; 
 
 He lives,' my hungry soul to feed ; 
 He lives, to help in time of need. 
 
 3 He lives, and grants me daily breath ; 
 He lives, and I shall conquer death ; 
 He lives, my mansion to prepare ; 
 
 He lives, to bring me safely there. 
 
 4 He lives — all glory to his name ; 
 He lives, my Saviour, still the same ; 
 What joy .the blest assurance gives, — 
 I know that my Redeemer lives. 
 
198 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 358 c.M. 
 
 His Sympathizing Love. 
 
 WITH joy we meditate the grace 
 Of our Hi^h Priest above ; 
 His heart is made of tenderness, 
 His bowels melt with love. 
 
 2 Touch'd with a sympathy within, 
 He knows our feeble frame ; 
 
 He knows what sore temptations mean, 
 For he hath felt the same. 
 
 3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, 
 Pour'd out strong cries and tears. 
 
 And in his measure feels afresh 
 What every member bears. 
 
 4 He'll never quench the smoking flax. 
 But raise it to a iiame ; 
 
 The bruised reed he never breaks. 
 Nor scorns the meanest name. 
 
 5 Then let our humble faith address 
 His mercy and his power ; 
 
 We shall obtain deliv'ring grace 
 In every trying hour. 
 
 359 c.M. 
 
 His Quickening Pence r. 
 
 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 With all thy quick'ning powers ; 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love 
 In these cold hearts of ours. 
 
 2 Look how we grovel here below% 
 Fond of these earthly toys ; 
 
 Our souls, how heavily they go, 
 To reach eternal joys. 
 
 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, — 
 In vain we strive to rise ; 
 
 Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
 And our devotion dies. 
 
EXPERIENCE AND HOPE. 199 
 
 4 Father, and shall we ever live 
 At this poor dying rate ; 
 
 Our love so faint, so cold to thee, 
 And thine to us so great ? 
 
 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 With all thy quick'ning powers ; 
 
 Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love. 
 And that shall kindle ours. 
 
 360 L.M. 
 
 Following the Saviour. 
 
 OTHOU, to whose all-searching sight 
 'The darkness shineth as the light, 
 Search, prove my heart— it pants for thee; 
 O burst these bonds, and set it free. 
 
 2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross ; 
 Nail my affections to the cross ; 
 Hallow each thought ; let all within 
 Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. 
 
 3 If in this darksome wild I stray, 
 Be thou my light, be thou my way : 
 No foes, no violence I fear, 
 
 No fraud, while thou, my God, art near. , 
 
 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, — 
 When sinks my heart in waves of woe, — 
 Jesus, thy timely aid impart. 
 
 And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 
 
 5 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see, 
 Dauntless, untired, I follow thee ; ' 
 O let thy hand support me still, 
 And lead me to thy holy hill. 
 
 6 If rough and thorny be the way, 
 My strength proportion to my day ; 
 Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease, 
 Where all is calm, and joy, and peace. 
 
200 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 361 I'M- 
 
 Evening : Memorials of His Grace. 
 
 THUS far the Lord hath led me on,— 
 Thus far his power prolongs my days ; 
 . And every evening shall make known 
 Some fresh memorial of his grace. 
 
 2 Much of my time has run to waste, 
 ! And I, perhaps, am near my home ; 
 
 But he forgives my follies past, 
 And gives me strength for days to come. 
 
 3 I lay my body down to sleep ; 
 Peace is the pillow for my head ; 
 
 While well-appointed angels keep 
 Their watchful stations round my bed. 
 
 4 Thus, when the night of death shall come, 
 My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, 
 
 And v^rait thy voice to rouse my tomb. 
 With sweet salvation in the sound. 
 
 362 c.M. 
 
 Ifoming : TJie Sun of Itigldeousiiess. 
 
 AWAKE, my soul, to meet the day; 
 Unfold thy drowsy eyes, 
 And burst the heavy chain that binds 
 Thine active faculties. 
 
 2 God's guardian shield was round me spread, 
 In my defenseless sleep : 
 
 Let Him have all my waking hours 
 Who doth my slumbers keep. 
 
 3 Pardon, O God, my former sloth, 
 And arm my soul with grace ; 
 
 As, rising, now I seal my vows 
 To prosecute thy ways. 
 
 4 Bright Sun of Righteousness, arise ; 
 Thy radiant beams display ; 
 
 And guide my dark, bewildi^r'd soul 
 To everlasting day. 
 
FAMILY. 201 
 
 363 CM- 
 
 Iforning : Self-consecration. 
 
 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day- 
 Salutes thy waking eyes ; 
 Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 
 To Him that rules the skies. 
 
 2 Night unto night his name repeats, 
 The day renews the sound ; 
 
 Wide as the heavens on which he sits, 
 To turn the seasons round. 
 
 3 'Tis he supports ray mortal frame : 
 My tongue shall speak his pr^iGe ; 
 
 My sins might rouse his wr^x,^ to flame, 
 But yet his wrath delays. 
 
 4 O God, let all my hours be thine, 
 While I enjoy the light ; 
 
 Then shall my sun in smiles decline, 
 And bring a peaceful night. 
 
 3g^ 9th P. M. 87, 87. 
 
 Evening : Confidence in GocPs Protection. 
 
 SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing^ 
 Ere repose our spirits seal ; 
 Sin and want we come confessing ; 
 Thou canst save, and thou canst heal. 
 
 2 Though destruction walk around us. 
 Though the arrows past us fly, 
 
 Angel guards from thee surround us ; 
 We are safe if thou art nigh. 
 
 3 Though the night be dark and dreary> 
 Darkness cannot hide from thee ; 
 
 Thou art He who, never weary, 
 Watchest where thy people be. 
 
 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, 
 And command us to the tomb. 
 
 May the morn in heaven awake us, 
 Clad in bright, eternal bloom. 
 
202 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 365 L.M. 
 
 Evening : Trusting in God. 
 
 GLORY to thee, my God, this night, 
 For all the blessings of the light : 
 Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, 
 Beneath the shadow of thy wings. 
 
 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
 The ill which I this day have done ; 
 That with the world, myself, and thee, 
 I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 
 
 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 The grave as little as my bed ; 
 Teach me to die, that so I may 
 Rise glorious at the judgment-day. 
 
 4 O let my soul on thee repose, 
 
 And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; 
 Sleep, which shall me more vig'rous make. 
 To serve my God when I awake. 
 
 5 Lord, let my soul forever share 
 The bliss of thy paternal care : 
 
 *T is heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, 
 To see thy face, and sing thy love. 
 
 366 CM. 
 
 Evening : Numberless Mercies. 
 
 NOW from the altar of our hearts 
 Let warmest thanks arise; 
 Assist us, Lord, to offer up 
 Our evening sacrifice. 
 
 2 This day God was our sun and shield, 
 Our keeper and our guide ; 
 
 His care was on our weakness shown, — 
 His mercies multiplied. 
 
 3 Minutes and mercies multiplied 
 Have made up all this day ; 
 
 Minutes came quick, but mercies were 
 More swift and free than they. 
 
, PRIVATE AND SOCIAL. 203 
 
 4 New time, new favors, and new joys, 
 
 Do a new song require : 
 Till we shall praise thee as we would, 
 
 Accept our hearts' desire. 
 
 3 g Y 29th P. M. 4 lines 12s. 
 
 The Triumphs of Grace. 
 
 THE voice of free grace cries, — Escape to the 
 mountain ; 
 For Adam's lost race Christ hath open'd a 
 
 fountain : 
 For sin and uncleanness, and ev'ry transgression. 
 His blood flows most freely, in^treams of sal- 
 vation. 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, v>^ho has purchased 
 
 our pardon: 
 We Vill praise him again when we pass 
 over Jordan. 
 
 2 Now glory to God in the highest is given ; 
 Now glory to God is reechoed in heaven ; 
 Around the whole earth let us tell the glad story, 
 And sing of his love, his salvation and glory. 
 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c, 
 
 3 O Jesus, ride on, — thy kingdom is glorious ; 
 O'er sin, death, and hell, thou wilt make us vic- 
 torious : 
 
 Thy name shall be praised in the great congre- 
 gation. 
 And saints shall ascribe unto thee their sal- 
 vation. 
 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c. 
 
 4 When on Zion we stand, having gain'd the 
 blest shore. 
 
 With our harps in our hands, we will praise 
 
 evermore ; 
 We'll range the blest fields on the banks of the 
 A.nd sing of redemption forever and ever, [river, 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c. 
 
20-1 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 368 S.M. 
 Contrition's Sigh. 
 
 OTHOU, whose mercy hears 
 Contrition's humble sigh ; 
 Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 
 From sorrow's weeping eye,— 
 
 2 See, at thy throne of grace, 
 A wretched wand'rer mourn : 
 
 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ? 
 Hast thou not said, — Return? 
 
 3 Shall guilty fears prevail 
 To drive me from thy feet ? 
 
 O ! let nolithis last refuge fail, — 
 » This only safe retreat. . 
 
 4 Absent from thee, my Light, 
 Without one cheering ray, — » 
 
 Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night. 
 How desolate my way ! 
 
 5 On this benighted heart, 
 With beams of mercy shine ; 
 
 And let thy voice again impart 
 A taste of joy divine. 
 
 369 CM. 
 
 livening — Solitude. 
 
 I LOVE to steal awhile away 
 From every cumb'ring care. 
 And spend the hours of setting day 
 In humble, grateful prayer. 
 
 2 I love in solitude to shed 
 The penitential tear, 
 
 And all his promises to plead 
 Where none but God can hear. 
 
 3 I love to think on mercies past, 
 And future good implore, — 
 
 And all my cares and sorrows cast 
 On Him whom I adore. 
 
lPrivate and social. 205 
 
 4 I love by faith to take a view 
 Of brighter scenes in heaven ; 
 
 The prospect doth my strength renew, 
 While here by tempests driven. 
 
 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, 
 May its departing ray 
 
 Be calm as this impressive hour, 
 And lead to endless (tay. 
 
 370 P.M. 8 lines 10s. 
 
 Triumph. 
 
 JOYFULLY, joyfully onward I move, 
 
 V Bound for the land of bright spirits above; 
 
 Angelic choristers sing as I come, 
 
 " Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home." 
 
 Soon, with my pilgrimage ended below. 
 
 Home to that land of delight will I go ; 
 
 Pilgrim and stranger no more shall 1 roam. 
 
 Joyfully, joyfully resting at home. 
 
 2 Friends fondly cherish'd have passed on before ; 
 Waiting, they watch me approaching the shore; 
 Singing, to cheer me through death's chilling 
 
 gloom, 
 " Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home." 
 Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear ; 
 Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear! 
 Rings with the harmony heaven's high dome, 
 " Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home." 
 
 .3 Death, with thy weapons of war lay me low ; 
 Strike, king of terrors, I fear not thy blow ; 
 Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb : 
 Joyfully, joyfully will I go home. 
 Bright will the morn of eternity dawn ; 
 Death shall be banish'd, his scepter be gone : 
 Joyfully then shall I witness his doom ; 
 Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home. 
 
106 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 371 CM. 
 
 Lamenting Spiritual Sloth. 
 
 MY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so ? 
 Awake, my sluggish soul : 
 Nothing hath half thy work to do, 
 Yet nothing's half so dull. 
 
 2 Go to the ants ! for one poor grain 
 See how they foil and strive ; 
 
 Yet we who have a heaven to' obtain, 
 How negligent we live ! — 
 
 3 We, for whose sake all nature stands, 
 And stars their courses move ; 
 
 We, for whose guard the angel bands 
 Come flying from above : — 
 
 4 We for whom God the Son came dow 
 And labor'd for our good ; 
 
 How careless to secure that crown 
 He purchased with his blood ! 
 
 5 Give us with active warmth to move, 
 With vig'rous souls to rise; 
 
 With hands of faith, and wings of love, 
 To fly and take the prize. 
 
 2^2 2d p. M. 6 lines 8s 
 
 EmrlasUng Praises. 
 
 I'LL praise my Maker while I 've breath ; 
 And when my voice is lost in death, 
 
 Praise shall employ my nobler powers : 
 My days of praise shall ne'er be past. 
 While life, and thought, and being last, 
 
 Or immortality endures. 
 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
 On Israel's God : he made the sky, 
 
 And earth, and seas, with all their train , 
 His truth forever stands secure ; 
 He saves the' oppress'd, he feeds the poor, 
 
 And none shall find his promise vain. 
 
PRIVATE AND SOCIAL. 207 
 
 3 The Lord pours eyesight on the blind ; 
 The Lord supports the fainting mind ; 
 
 He sends the lab'ring conscience peace ; 
 He helps the stranger in distress, 
 The widow and the fatherless, 
 
 And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 
 
 4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath; 
 And when my voice is lost in death, 
 
 Praise shall employ my nobler powers - 
 My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
 While life, and thought, and being last, 
 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
 373 c. M. 
 
 Secrets of the Heart made known. 
 
 AND must I be to judgment brought. 
 And answer in that day 
 For every vain and idle thought, 
 And every word I say ? 
 
 2 Yes, every secret of my heart 
 Shall shortly be made known, 
 
 And I receive my just desert 
 For all that I have done. 
 
 3 How careful then ought I to live ; 
 With what religious fear ; 
 
 Who such a strict account must give 
 For my behavior here. 
 
 4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead 
 The watchful power bestow ; 
 
 So shall I to my ways take heed, — 
 To all I speak or do. 
 
 5 If now thou standest at the door, 
 
 let me feel thee near ; 
 
 And make my peace with God, before 
 
 1 at thy bar appear. 
 
208 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 374 L.M. 
 
 The Injiuence of Love. 
 
 TIHE ransom'd spirK to her homej 
 The clime of cloudless beauty, flies ; 
 No more on stormy seas to roam, 
 
 She hails her haven in the skies : 
 But cheerless are those heavenly fields. 
 That cloudless clime no pleasure yields, 
 There is no bliss in bowers above. 
 If thou art absent, holy Love ! 
 
 2 The cherub near the viewless throne, 
 Hath smote the harp with trembling hano 
 
 And one with incense-fire hath flown, 
 To touch with flame the angel band ; 
 
 But tuneless is the quivering string. 
 
 No melody can Gabriel bring. 
 Mute are its arches, when above 
 The harps of heaven wake not to Love 
 
 3 Earth, sea, and sky one language speak, 
 In harmony that soothes the soul : 
 
 'Tis heard when scarce the zephyrs wake, 
 And when on thunders thunders roil : 
 
 That voice is heard, and tumults cease — 
 
 It whispers to the bosom peace. 
 Speak, thou Inspirer, from above. 
 And cheer our hearts, celestial Love ! 
 
 375 9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, 87. 
 
 Hitherto hath the Lord helped us. 
 
 COME, thou Fount of every blessing, 
 Tune my heart to sing thy grace : 
 Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 
 Call for songs of loudest praise. 
 Teach me some melodious sonnet. 
 Sung by flaming tongues above : 
 Praise the mount — I 'm fix'd upon it ; 
 Mount of thy redeeming love ! 
 
PRIVATE AND SOCIAL. 209 
 
 2 Here 111 raise mine Ebenezer; 
 Hither by thy help I 'm come ; 
 
 And 1 hope, by thy good pleasure^- 
 
 Safely to arrive at home. 
 Jesus sought me when a stranger. 
 
 Wand'ring from the fold of God* 
 He, to rescue me from danger, 
 
 Interposed his precious blood. 
 
 3 ! to grace how great a debtor 
 Daily I 'm constrain'd to be ' 
 
 Let thy goodness, like a fetter. 
 Bind my wand'ring heart to thee 
 
 Prone to wander. Lord, I feel it — 
 Prone to leave the God I love ; 
 
 Here 's my heart, O take and seal it— ■ 
 Seal it for thy courts above. 
 
 376 CM. 
 
 The Race for Glory. 
 
 AWAKE, my soul ! stretch every nerve,j 
 And press with vigor on ; 
 A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 
 And an immortal crown. 
 
 2 'Tis God's all-animating voice 
 That calls thee from on high ; 
 
 'Tis he whose hand presents the prize 
 To thine aspiring eye. 
 
 3 A cloud of witnesses around 
 Hold thee in full survey ; 
 
 Forget the steps already trod. 
 And onward urge thy way. 
 
 4 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee, 
 Our race have we begun ; 
 
 And, crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet 
 We '11 lay out trophies down. 
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210 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 377 C. M. 
 
 A Perfect Heart the Redeemer'* s Tlirone. 
 
 OFOR a heart to praise my God, 
 A heart from sin set free ; — 
 A heart that always feels thy blood, 
 So freely spill'd for me :— 
 
 2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, 
 My great Redeemer's throne ; 
 
 Where only Christ is heard to speak,-- 
 Wher-^ Jesus reigns alone. 
 
 3 for £. lowly, contrite heart, 
 Believing, true, and clean ; 
 
 Which neither life nor death can part 
 From Him that dwells within : — 
 
 4 A h ;art in every thought renew'd, , 
 * And full of lovo divine ; 
 
 Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, — 
 A copy. Lord, of thine. 
 
 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; 
 Come quickly from above ; 
 
 Writo thy new name upon my heart, — 
 Thy new, best name of Love. 
 
 g 7 g 27th P. M. 4 lints lis, 
 
 I would not live nhoay. 
 
 I WOULD not live alway ; I ask not to stay 
 Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the 
 
 way ; 
 The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here 
 Are enough for life's Joys, full enough for its 
 
 cheer. 
 2 I would not live alway; no— welcome the 
 
 tomb ! 
 Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not itfe 
 
 gloom : 
 There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise, 
 To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 
 
PRIVATE AND SOCIAL. 211 
 
 3 Who, who would live alway, away from his 
 
 God- 
 Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode. 
 Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the 
 
 plains. 
 And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ? 
 
 4 There saints of all ages in harmony meet, 
 Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; 
 While anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, 
 And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. 
 
 379 I' ^i 
 
 Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 WHEN marshal'd on the nightly plain, 
 The glitt'ring host bestud the sky, 
 One star alone of all the train 
 
 Can fix the sinner's wand'ring eye. 
 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, 
 
 From every host, from every gem : 
 But one alone the Saviour speaks — 
 It is the Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 2 Once on the raging seas I rode ; 
 
 The storm was loud, the night was dark. 
 The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd 
 
 The wind that toss'd my found'ring bark. 
 De3p horror then my vitals froze ; 
 
 Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem ; 
 When suddenly a star arose — 
 
 It was the Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 3 It was my guide, my light, my all ; 
 It bade my dark foreboding cease ; 
 
 And, through the storm and danger's thrall, 
 
 It led me to the port of peace. 
 Now, safely moor'd, my perils o'er, 
 
 I '11 sing, first in night's diadem. 
 Forever, and forever more, 
 ^ The Star !— the Star of Bethlehem ! 
 
212 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 380 CM. 
 
 Faith sees the Final THwnph. 
 
 AM I a soldier of the cross, — 
 A foll'wer of the Lamb, — 
 And shall I fear to own his cause, 
 Or blush to speak his name ? 
 
 2 Must I be carried to the skies 
 On flow'ry beds of ease ; 
 
 While others fought to win the prize, 
 And sail'd through bloody seas ? 
 
 3 Are there no foes for me to face 1 
 Must I not stem the flood ? 
 
 Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
 To help me on to God? 
 
 4 Since I must fight if I would reign. 
 Increase my courage, Lord ; 
 
 I '11 bear the toil, endure the pain, 
 Supported by thy Word. 
 
 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war 
 Shall conquer, though they die ; 
 
 They see the triumph from afar, — 
 By faith they bring it nigh. 
 
 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 
 And all thy armies shine 
 
 In robes of vict'ry through the skies, 
 The glory shall be thine. 
 
 381 CM. 
 
 For a Tender Conscience. 
 
 I WANT a principle within. 
 Of jealous, godly fear; 
 A sensibility of sin, — 
 
 A pain to feel it near : 
 I want the first approach to feel. 
 
 Of pride or fond desire ; 
 To' catch the wand'ring of my will, 
 And quench the kindling fire. 
 
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 2 From thee that I no more may part, 
 No more thy goodness grieve, 
 
 The filial awe, the fleshly heart, 
 
 The tender conscience, give. 
 Quick as the apple of an eye, 
 
 O God, my conscience make ; 
 Awake my soul when sin is nigh, 
 
 And keep it still awake. 
 
 3 If to the right or left I stray. 
 That moment, Lord, reprove ; 
 
 And let me w^eep my life away. 
 
 For having grieved thy love. 
 O may the least omission pain 
 
 My well-instructed soul. 
 And drive me to the blood again. 
 
 Which makes the wounded whole. 
 
 382 
 
 L. M. 
 
 Kot ashamied of Jesus. 
 
 JESUS, and shall it ever be, 
 A mortal man ashamed of thee ! 
 Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, — 
 Whose glories shine through endless days. 
 
 2 Ash&med of Jesus ! — that dear Friend 
 On whom my hopes of heaven depend ; 
 No ! — when I blush, be this my shame,— 
 That I no more revere his name. 
 
 3 Ashamed of Jesus ! — yes, I may. 
 When I 've no guilt to wash away ; 
 No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
 No fears to quell, no soul to save. 
 
 4 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — 
 Till then, I boast a Saviour slain : 
 And O, may this my glory be, — 
 That Christ is not ashamed of me. 
 
214 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 383 CM. 
 
 Bememljrance of Jesus. 
 
 JESUS ! thy love shall we forget ; 
 V And never bring to mind 
 The grace that paid our hopeless debt, 
 And bade us pardon find 1 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Our sorrows and our sins were laid 
 
 On thee — alone on thee : 
 Thy precious blood our ransom paid — 
 
 Thine all the glory be. 
 
 2 Shall we thy life of grief forget, 
 Thy fasting and thy prayer ; 
 
 Thy locks with mountain vapors wet, 
 To save us from despair ? 
 Our sorrows, &c. 
 
 3 Gethsemane, can we forget ; 
 Thy struggling agony — 
 
 When night lay dark on Olivet, 
 And none to watch with thee ? 
 Our sorrows, &c. 
 
 4 Can we the platted crown forget — 
 The buffeting and shame ; 
 
 When hell thy sinking soul beset. 
 And earth reviled thy name ? 
 Our sorrows, &c. 
 
 5 The nails — the spear — can we forget ; 
 The agonizing cry — . 
 
 " My God ! my Father ! wilt thou let 
 Thy Son forsaken die ?" 
 Our sorrows, &c. 
 
 6 Life's brightest joys we may forget— 
 Our kindred cease to love ; 
 
 But He who paid our hopeless debt, 
 Our constancy shall prove. 
 Our sorrows, &;c. 
 
PRIVATE AND SOCIAL. 215 
 
 3 g ^ 5tli P. M. 4 lines 7s. 
 
 7he Pilgrim's Song. 
 pHILDREN of the heavenly King, 
 \j As we journey let us sing ; 
 Sing our Saviour's worthy praise, 
 Glorious in his works and ways. 
 
 2 We are trav'ling home to God, 
 In the way our fathers trod; 
 They are happy now, and we 
 Soon their happiness shall see. 
 
 3 O ye banish'd seed, be glad ; 
 Christ our Advocate is made : 
 Us to save our flesh assumes, — 
 Brother to our souls becomes. 
 
 4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 
 On the borders of our land ; 
 Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, 
 Bids us undismay'd go on. 
 
 5 Lord, obediently we'll go. 
 Gladly leaving all below : 
 Only thou our leader be, 
 And we still will follow thee. 
 
 3 g 5 4th P. M. 886, 886. 
 
 Gratitude evinced ly Living to God's Glory. 
 
 BE it my only wisdom here 
 To serve the Lord with filial fear, 
 
 With loving gratitude : 
 Superior sense may I display, 
 By shunning every evil way, 
 
 And walking in the good. 
 2 O may I still from sin depart ; 
 A wise and understanding heart, 
 
 Jesus, to me be given ; 
 And let me through thy Spirit know 
 To glorify my God below. 
 
 And find my way to heaven. 
 
21G SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMiS^S. 
 
 38G s.m: 
 
 For Diligence and Watchfulness* 
 
 A CHARGE to keep I have, 
 A God to glorify ; 
 A never-dying soul to save, 
 
 And fit it for the sky. 
 To serve the present age, 
 
 My calling to fulfill, — 
 O may it all my powers engage, 
 To do my Master's vyrill. 
 
 2 Arm me with jealous care, 
 As in thy sight to live ; 
 
 Ana O, thy servant, Lord, prepare, 
 
 A strict account to give. 
 Help me to watch and pray, 
 
 And on thyself rely. 
 Assured, if I my trust betray, 
 
 I shall forever die. 
 
 3 3 7 9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, 87, 
 
 Taking up the Cross. 
 
 JESUS, I my cross have taken. 
 All, to leave and follow thee : 
 Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, 
 
 Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. 
 Perish, every fond ambition — 
 
 All I 've sought, or hoped, or known : 
 Yet how rich is my condition — 
 God and heaven are still my own ! 
 
 2 Let the world despise and leave me ; 
 
 They have left my Saviour too : 
 Human hearts and looks deceive me — 
 
 Thou art not, like them, untrue. 
 And while thou shalt smile upon me, 
 
 God of wisdom, love, and might, 
 Foes may hate, and friends disown me ; 
 
 3how thy face, and all is bright. 
 
PRIVATE AND SOCIAL. 217 
 
 3 Soul, then know thy full salvation : 
 Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care : 
 
 Joy to find in every station 
 
 Something still to do or bear. 
 Think what Spirit dwells within thee : 
 
 Think what Father's smiles are thine : 
 Think that Jesus died to win thee : 
 
 Child of heaven, canst thou repine ? 
 
 4 Haste thee on from grace to glory, 
 Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by prayer ; 
 
 Heaven's eternal days before thee, 
 God's own hand shall guide thee there. 
 
 Soon shall close thine earthly mission, 
 Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days : , 
 
 Hope shall change to glad fruition — 
 Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 
 
 388 c.M. 
 
 Heomenly Rest in Anticipation. 
 
 WHEN I can read my title clear 
 To mansions in the skies, 
 I'll bid farewell to every fear, 
 And wipe my weeping eyes. 
 
 2 Should earth against my soul engage, 
 
 And fiery darts be hurl'd. 
 Then 1 can smile at Satan's rage, 
 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 ^ Let cares like a wild deluge come. 
 Let storms of sorrow fall, — 
 
 So I but safely reach my home, 
 My God, my heaven, my all. 
 
 4 There I shall bathe my weary soul 
 
 In seas of heavenly rest, 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 
 Across my peaceful breast. 
 
218 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
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 TJie Judgment. 
 
 THE chariot ! the chariot ! its wheels roll in fire. 
 As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his 
 ire : 
 Lo, self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud. 
 And the heavens with the burden of Godhead 
 are bow'd. 
 
 2 The glory ! the glory ! around him are pour'd 
 Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on the 
 
 Lord ; 
 And the glorified saints and the martyrs are 
 
 there, 
 And there all who the palm-wreaths of victory 
 
 wear ! 
 
 3 The trumpet ! the trumpet ! the dead have all 
 
 heard : 
 Lo, the depths of the stone-cover'd charnel are 
 
 stirr'd ! 
 From the sea, from the earth, from the south, 
 
 from the north, 
 All the vast generations of man are come forth ! 
 
 4 The judgment ! the judgment ! the thrones 
 
 are all set, 
 Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders 
 
 are met ! 
 There all flesh is at once in the sight of the 
 
 Lord, 
 And the doom of eternity hangs on his word. 
 
 5 O mercy ! O mercy ! look down from above, 
 Great Creator, on us, thy sad children, with 
 
 love ! 
 When beneath to their darkness the wicked are 
 
 driven, 
 May our justified souls find a welcome in 
 
 heaven ! 
 
^ PRIVATE AND SOCIAL. 219 
 
 390 CM. 
 
 Deliverance is at hand. 
 
 MY span of life will soon be done, 
 The passing moments say ; 
 As length'ning shadows o'er the mead, 
 Proclaim the close of day. 
 
 2 O that my heart might dwell aloof 
 From'all created things ; 
 
 And learn that wisdom from above. 
 Whence true contentment springs. 
 
 3 Courage, my soul ; thy bitter cross, 
 In every trial here, 
 
 Shall bear thee to thy heaven above, 
 But shall not enter there. 
 
 4 The sighing ones that humbly seek 
 In sorrowing paths below, 
 
 Shall in eternity rejoice, 
 Where endless comforts flow. 
 
 391 c.M. 
 
 T7ie Full As&uranee of Rope. 
 
 HOW happy every child of grace. 
 Who knows his sins forgiven ! 
 This earth, he cries, is not my place ; 
 
 I seek my place in heaven : 
 A country far from mortal sight. 
 
 Yet, O, by faith I see ; 
 The land of rest, the saints' delight,- 
 The heaven prepared for me. 
 
 2 O what a blessed hope is ours ! 
 
 While here on earth we stay, 
 We more than taste the heavenly powers, 
 
 And antedate that day : 
 We feel the resurrection near, — 
 
 Our liie in Christ conceal'd, — 
 And with his glorious presence here 
 
 Our earthen vessels fill'd. 
 
220 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 392 36th P.M. 86, 886, 
 
 Nothing true 'but Heaven. 
 
 THIS world is all a fleeting show, 
 For man's illusion given; 
 The smiles of joy, the tears of wo, 
 Deceitful shine, deceitful flow : 
 There 's nothing true but heaven ! 
 
 2 And false the light on glory's plume 
 As fading hues of even ; ~ 
 
 And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom, 
 Are blossoms gather'd for the tomb : 
 There 's nothing bright but heaven ! 
 
 3 Poor wanderers of a stormy day. 
 From wave to wave we 're driven ; 
 
 And fancy's flash, and reason's ray. 
 Serve but to light the troubled way : 
 There 's nothing calm but heaven ! 
 
 393 s.M. 
 
 Glory begun below. 
 
 COME, ye that love the Lord, 
 And let your joys be known ; 
 Join in a song with sweet accord, 
 While ye surround his throne. 
 ' Let those refuse to sing 
 Who never knew our God, 
 But servants of the heavenly King 
 May speak their joys abroad. 
 
 2 The God that rules on high. 
 
 That all the earth surveys, 
 That rides upon the stormy sky. 
 
 And calms the roaring seas ; 
 This awful God is ours. 
 
 Our Father and our Love ; 
 He will send down his heavenly powers, 
 
 To carry us above. 
 
PRIVATE AND SOCIAL. 221 
 
 3 There we shall see his face, 
 
 And never, never sin ; 
 There, from the rivers of his grace, 
 
 Drink endless pleasures in : 
 Yea, and before we rise 
 
 To that immortal state. 
 The thoughts of such amazing bliss 
 
 Should constant joys create. 
 
 ■ 4 The men of grace have found 
 
 Glory begun below ; 
 Celestial fruit on earthly ground 
 
 From faith and hope may grow : 
 Then let our songs abound. 
 
 And every tear be dry : 
 We 're marching through Immanuel's ground,. 
 
 To fairer worlds on high. 
 
 394 CM. 
 
 Tlie Loadstone of His Love. 
 
 JESUS, united by thy grace, 
 And each to each endear'd. 
 With confidence we seek thy face, 
 And know our prayer is heard. . 
 
 2 Make us into one spirit drink ; 
 Baptize into thy name ; 
 
 And let us always kindly think. 
 And sweetly speak, the same. 
 
 3 Touch'd by the loadstone of thy love, 
 Let all our hearts agree ; 
 
 And ever toward each other move, 
 And ever move toward thee. 
 
 4 To thee, inseparably join'd, 
 Let all our spirits cleave ; 
 
 O may we all the loving mind 
 That was in thee receive. 
 
222 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 395 CM. 
 
 Renewing the Covenant 
 
 COME, let us use the grace divine 
 And all, with one accord, 
 In a perpetual cov'nant join 
 
 Ourselves to Christ the Lord ; — 
 
 2 Give up ourselves, through Jesus' power. 
 His name to glorify ; 
 
 And promise, in this sacred hour, 
 For God to live and die. 
 
 3 The cov'nant we this moment make 
 Be ever kept in mind ; 
 
 We will no more our God forsake, 
 Or cast his words behind. 
 
 4 We never will throw off his fear, 
 Who hears our solemn vow ; 
 
 And if thou art well pleased to hear, 
 Come down, and meet us now. 
 
 5 Thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 Let all our hearts receive ; 
 
 Present with the celestial host^ 
 The peaceful answer give. 
 
 6 To each the cov'nant blood apply, 
 Which takes our sins away ; 
 
 And register our names on high, 
 And keep us to that day. 
 
 396 CM. 
 
 Safety in Union. 
 
 JESUS, great Shepherd of the sheep, 
 To thee for help we fly : 
 Thy little flock in safety keep. 
 
 For O ! the wolf is nigh. 
 2 He comes, of hellish malice full, 
 
 To scatter, tear, and slay ; 
 He seizes every straggling soul 
 As his own lawful prey. 
 
; PRIVATE AND SOCIAL. 223 
 
 3 Us into thy protection take, 
 And gather with thine arm ; 
 
 Unless the fold we first forsake, 
 The wolf can never harm. 
 
 4 We laugh to scorn his cruel power, 
 While by our Shepherd's side ; . 
 
 The sheep he never can devour, 
 Unless he first divide. 
 
 5 do not suffer him to part 
 The souls that here agree ; 
 
 But make us of one mind and heart, 
 And keep us one in thee.' 
 
 6 Together let us sweetly live, — 
 Together let us die ; 
 
 And each a starry crown receive, 
 And reign above the sky. 
 
 397 3dP. M. 4 6s &2 8g. 
 
 The Jiibilee Tni/mpet. 
 
 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow 
 The gladly-solemn sound ; 
 Let all the nations know, 
 To earth's remotest bound, 
 The year of jubilee is come ; 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
 2 Jesus, our great High Priest, 
 Hath full atonement made : 
 
 Ye weary spirits, rest ; 
 Ye mournful souls, be glad : 
 The year of jubilee is come ; 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
 3 Extol the Lamb of God,— 
 The all-atoning Lamb ; 
 
 Redemption in his blood 
 Throughout the world proclaim : 
 The year of jubilee is come ; 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
224 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 398 12th p. M, 76, 76, 78, 76. 
 
 Determined to knoxo Nothing hut Jes2is, and Ilim 
 crucified. 
 
 YAIN, delusive world, adieu, 
 With all of creature good : 
 Only Jesus I p'irsue, 
 
 Who bought me with his blood : 
 All thy pleasures 1 forego ; 
 
 I trample on thy wealth and prido ; 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 And Jesus crucified. 
 
 2 Other knowledge I disdain ; 
 'Tis all but vanity : 
 
 Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain,— 
 
 He tasted death for me. 
 Me to save from endless woe 
 
 The sin-atoning Victim died : 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified. 
 
 3 Here will I set up my rest ; 
 My fluctuating heart 
 
 From the haven of his breast 
 
 Shall never more depart : 
 Whither should a sinner go ? 
 
 His wounds for me stand open wide : 
 Only Jesus will I know. 
 
 And Jesus crucified, 
 
 4 Him to know is life and peace. 
 And pleasure without end ; 
 
 This is all my happiness. 
 
 On Jesus to depend ; 
 Daily in his grace to grow, 
 
 And ever in his faith abide : 
 Only Jesus will I know. 
 
 And Jesus crucified. 
 
PRIVATE AND SOCIAL. 225 
 
 5 O that I could all invite, 
 
 This saving truth to prove ; 
 Show the length, the breadth, the height, 
 
 A.nd depth of Jesus' love ! 
 Fain I would to sinners show 
 
 The blood by faith alone applied : 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified. 
 
 399 15th P.M. 119, 110. 
 
 Joy of the Yov/ng Corwert. 
 
 OHOW happy are they 
 Who the Saviour obey. 
 And have laid up their treasure above j 
 Tongue can never express 
 The sweet comfort and peace 
 Of a soul in its earliest love. 
 
 2 That sweet comfort was mine. 
 When the favor divine 
 
 I received through the blood of the Lamb; 
 
 When my heart first believed, 
 
 What a joy I received, — 
 What a heaven in Jesus's name ! 
 
 3 'Twas a heaven below 
 My Redeemer to know. 
 
 And the angels could do nothing more 
 
 Than to fall at his feet. 
 
 And the story repeat, 
 And the Lover of sinners adore. 
 
 4 Jesus all the day long 
 Was my joy and my song : 
 
 O that all his salvation might see ! 
 
 He hath loved mo, I cried; 
 
 He hath suffer'd and died. 
 To redeem even rebels like me. 
 15 
 
/ 
 
 / 226 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 400 lOth P. M. 8 lines 8s. 
 
 All'Siifficiency of Jesus. 
 
 HOW tedious and tasteless the hours 
 When Jesus no longer I see ! 
 S weet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers 
 
 Have all lost their sweetness to me ; — 
 The midsummer's sun shines but dim, 
 The fields strive in vain to look gay ; 
 But when I am happy in Him, 
 December's as pleasant as May. 
 
 2 His name yields the richest perfume, 
 And sweeter than music his voice; 
 
 His presence disperses my gloom. 
 And makes all within me rejoice: 
 
 I should, were he always thus nigh, 
 Have nothing to wish or to fear; 
 
 No mortal so happy as I, — 
 My summer would last all the year. ' 
 
 3 Content with beholding his face, 
 My all to his pleasure resign'd, 
 
 No changes of season or place 
 
 Would make any change in my mind : 
 
 While blest with a sense of his love, 
 A palace a toy would appear ; 
 
 And prisons would palaces prove, 
 U Jesus would dwell with me there. 
 
 4 My Lord, if indeed I am thine, 
 If thou art my sun and my song, 
 
 Say, why do I languish and pine? 
 
 And why are my winters so long? 
 O drive these dark clouds from my sky ; 
 
 Thy soul-cheering presence restore ; 
 Or take me to thee up on high, 
 
 Where winter and clouds are no more. 
 
PRIVATE AND SOCIAL. 227 
 
 402 7th P. M. 8 lines 7s. 
 
 • The Only Refuge, 
 
 JESUS, lover of my soul, 
 Let me to thy bosom fly, 
 While the nearer waters roil, 
 
 While the tempest still is high ; 
 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 
 Till the storm of life is past ; 
 Safe into the haven guide, 
 
 receive my soul at last. 
 
 2 Other refage have I none ; - 
 Hangs my helpless soul on thee: 
 
 Leave, O leave me not alone ; 
 
 Still support and comfort me ; 
 All my tru'st on thee is stay'd ; 
 
 All my help from thee I bring ; 
 Cover my defenseless head 
 
 With the shadow of thy wing. 
 
 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want : 
 More than all in thee I find : 
 
 Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 
 
 Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 
 Just and holy is thy name ; 
 
 1 am all unrighteousness ; 
 False, and full of sin I am ; 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 
 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,— 
 Grace to cover all my sin : 
 
 Let the healing streams abound ; 
 
 Make and keep me pure within. 
 Thou of life the fountain art ; 
 
 Freely let me take of thee : 
 Spring thou up within my heart ; 
 
 Rise to all eternity. 
 
THE BIBLE. 
 
 402 L.M. 
 
 Tlie Law oftlie Lord. 
 
 THIS is a precious book indeed ! 
 Happy the child who loves to read ! 
 'T is God's own Word, which he has given, 
 To show our souls the way to heaven. 
 
 2 It tells us how the world was made. 
 And how good men the Lord obey'd I 
 Here his commands are written too, 
 To teach us what we ought to do. 
 
 3 It bids us all from sin to fly, 
 Because our souls can never die ; 
 
 It points to heaven where angels dwell, 
 And warns us to escape from hell. 
 
 4 But, what is more than all beside. 
 The Bible tells us Jesus died ; 
 This is its best, its chief intent, 
 To lead poor sinners to repent. 
 
 403 27th P. M. 4 lines lis. 
 
 The BiUc, the Word of Truth. 
 
 THE Bible — the Bible! more precious than gold^ 
 The hopes and the glories its pages unfold j 
 It speaks of salvation — wide opens the door — 
 Its offers are free to the rich and the poor. 
 
 2 The Bible— the Bible ! blest volume of truth. 
 How sweetly it smiles on the season of youth ; 
 It bids us seek early the ** pearl of great price," 
 Ere tho heart is enslaved in the bondage of vice, 
 
 3 The Bible— the Bible ! the valleys shall ring, 
 And hill-tops reecho the notes that we sing ; 
 Our banners,inscribed with its precepts and rules, 
 Shall long wave in triumph, the joy of our schools. 
 
THE BIBLE. 229 
 
 4Q4 5th p. M. 4 lines 7s. 
 
 Yahie of the Scriptures. 
 
 LORD, thy words are dearer far 
 Than earth's choicest treasures are : 
 Purest gold or costly gem 
 Are but dust compared with them. 
 
 2 Like a lamp, whene'er we stray, 
 Shining bright upon the way ; 
 Let these holy words of truth 
 Be the guide, Lord, of our youth. 
 
 4Q5 P. M. 76,86,86,86. 
 
 We HI not give up the Bible. 
 
 ¥E 'LL not give up the Bible, 
 God's holy Book of truth ; 
 The blessed staff of hoary age, 
 
 The guide of early youth : 
 The sun that sheds a glorious light 
 
 O'er Gvery dreary road ; 
 The voice that speaks a Saviour's love, 
 And calls us home to God. 
 
 2 We '11 not give up the Bible, 
 For pleasure or for pain ; 
 
 We '11 buy the truth, and sell it not. 
 
 For all that we might gain : 
 Though man should try to take our prize 
 
 By guile or cruel might. 
 We'll suffer all that man could do, 
 
 And God defend tho right ! 
 
 3 We'll not givo up the Bible, 
 But spread it far and wide, 
 
 Until its saving voice be heard 
 
 Beyond the rolling tide : 
 Till all shall know its gracious power. 
 
 And, with one voice and heart, 
 Resolve, that from God's sacred Word 
 
 We HI never, never part ! 
 
230 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 406 CM. 
 
 GoWs Word our Guide. 
 
 THF- morn ci lifo how fair and gay, 
 IIcw choGring and how new ! 
 What hopes illumo the opening day, 
 And brighten every view ! 
 
 3 But slippery is the path we tread ; 
 In pleasure's dangerous way, 
 
 A thousand snares are round us spread, 
 
 And eft our feet betray. 
 ? How shall we, then, our course pursue . 
 
 Through life's uncertain road? 
 What, friendly hand will point our view 
 
 To duty and to God ? 
 
 4 In God's own Word the way is sure 
 And plain to every eye ; 
 
 It leads us, in a path secure, 
 To brighter worlds on high. 
 
 407 CM. 
 
 3ry Mother's Bible. 
 niHIS book is all that's left me now : 
 X Tears will unbidden start — 
 "With faltering lip and throbbing brow 
 
 I press it to my heart. 
 For many generations past, 
 
 Here is our family tree : 
 My mother's hand this Bible clasp'd — 
 
 She, dying, gave it me. 
 2 Ah ! well do I remember those 
 
 Whose names these records bear — 
 Who round the hearth-stone used to close 
 
 After the evening prayer, 
 And speak of what these pages said — 
 
 In tones my heart would thrill : 
 Though they are with the silent dead, 
 
 Here are they living still. 
 
THE BIBLE, 231 
 
 3 My father read this holy Book 
 To brothers, sisters dear : 
 
 How calm was my poor mother's look, 
 Who lean'd God's Word to hear! 
 
 Her angel face — I see it yet ! 
 What thronging mem'ries come ! — 
 
 Again that little group is met 
 Within the halls of home. 
 
 4 Thou truest friend man ever knew, 
 Thy constancy I've tried ; 
 
 Where all w^ere false I 've found thee true — 
 
 My counselor and guide ! 
 The mines of earth no treasures give 
 
 That could this volume buy ; 
 In teaching me the way to live, 
 
 It taught me how to die. 
 
 4 08 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. 
 
 77ie Precious Bible. 
 
 HOLY Bible! book divine! 
 Precious treasure ! thou art mine ! 
 Mine, to tell me whence I came ; 
 Mine, to teach me what I am ; — 
 
 2 Mine, to chide me when I rove ; 
 Mine, to show a Saviour's love; 
 Mine art thou to guide my feet; 
 Mine, to judge, condemn, acquit; — 
 
 3 Mine, to comfort in distress. 
 If the Holy Spirit bless; 
 Mine, to show by living faith 
 Man carx triumph over death ; — 
 
 4 Mine, to tell of joys to come. 
 And the rebel sinner's doom • 
 
 O thou preciou.s book divine ' 
 Precious treasure ! thou art mine ! 
 
232 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 409 CM. 
 
 Excellency and Sufficiency. 
 
 FATHER of niercies, in thy Word 
 What endless glory shines ! 
 Forever be thy name adored 
 For these celestial lines. 
 
 2 Here may the wretched sons of want 
 Exhaustless riches find ; 
 
 Riches above what earth can grant, 
 And lasting as the mind, 
 
 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 
 And yields a free repast : 
 
 Sublimer sweets than nature knows 
 Invite the longing taste. 
 
 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 
 Spreads heavenly peace around; 
 
 And life, and everlasting joys, 
 Attend the blissful sound. 
 
 5 O may these heavenly pages be 
 Our ever dear delight; 
 
 And still new beauties may we see, 
 And still increasing light. 
 
 410 CM. 
 
 Preciousness of the Bible. 
 
 HOW precious is the book divine. 
 By inspiration given ; 
 Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, 
 To guide our souls to heaven. 
 
 2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts. 
 In this dark vale of tears ; 
 
 And life, and light, and joy imparts. 
 And banishes our fears. 
 
 3 This lamp, through all the tedious night 
 Of life, shall guide our way ; 
 
 Till we behold the clearer light 
 Of an eternal day. 
 
THE BIBLE. 233 
 
 ^ I J 6th P. M. 6 lines 7s. 
 
 Knowledge of the Scriptures. 
 
 OTHAT I, like Tim#thy, 
 Might the Holy Scriptures know, 
 , . From mine early infancy, 
 
 Till for God mature 1 grow ! 
 Made unto salvation wise, 
 Ready for the glorious prize ! 
 
 2 Jesus, all-redeeming Lord, 
 Full of truth, and full of grace, 
 
 Make me understand thy Word ; 
 Teach me in my youthful days 
 Wonders in thy Word to see. 
 Wise through faith which is in thee. 
 
 3 Open thou mine eyes of faith; 
 Open now the Book of God ; 
 
 Show me here the sacred path. 
 
 Leading to thy blest abode ; 
 Wisdom from above impart, 
 Speak 4;he meaning to my heart. 
 
 412 L.M. 
 
 The Sacred Stream. 
 niHERE is a stream whose gentle flow 
 i Supplies the city of our God : 
 Life, love, and joy still gliding through, 
 
 And watering our divine abode. 
 2 That sacred stream, God's holy Word, 
 
 Supports our faith, our fear controls : 
 Sweet peace its promises afford. 
 
 And give new strength to fainting souls, 
 
 ^J3 P. M. 11, 8, 11, 8. 
 
 Tlie Scripturei^. 
 
 HERE 'S a niessage of love sent down from 
 To invite little children to heaven ; [above, 
 Jn God's blessed Book poor sinners may look. 
 And see how all sins are forgiven; 
 
234 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS • ,^ 
 
 414 c. ]\Vf 
 
 Light and Glory of the Sacred Page. 
 
 WHAT glor^gilds the sacred page ! 
 Majestic, like the sun, 
 It give's a light to every age ; " ' * 
 
 It gives, but borrows none. 
 
 2 The power that gave it stiH supplies 
 The. gracious light and heat ; -^ 
 
 Its truths upon the nations rise : « * 
 They riSe, but iiever set,. , . ^ 
 
 3 Lord, everlasting thanks be thine* /• 
 For such a bright display, . -" 
 
 As makes a world of darkness shine 
 With beams of heavenly day ! 
 
 4 Our souls rejoicingly pursue 
 The steps of Him we love, . ^ ' 
 
 , Till glory break upon our view ' 
 in brighter worlds above.- 
 
 415 \ *c. M , 
 
 Riches of GocTs Word. . « 
 
 rj1HE counsels of redeejning grace 
 JL The sacred leaves unfold ; 
 And here the Saviour's lovely face , 
 
 Our raptured eyes behold. 
 ^ Here light descending from above 
 
 Directs our doubtful feet ; • *.' 
 
 Here promises of heavenly^ love • •- * 
 
 Our ardent wishes meet. 
 3 Our num'rou^ griefs are here i;!Sdi*psl'd5 
 
 And all our wants supplied : 
 Naught we can ask t'o make, us blest 
 
 Is in this Book deniedj 
 • , 4 For these inestimable gaiiis, 
 
 That go enrich the mind, , 
 O may we search with eager pains, 
 
 Assured that weislrall find. 
 
MISSIONS. 
 
 4 1 (J 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s, 
 
 The ITeathen Mother. 
 
 SEE that heathen mother stand 
 Where the sacred currents flow — 
 With her own maternal hand 
 'Mid the waves her infant throw. 
 
 2 Hark ! I hear the piteous scream ! 
 Frightful monsters seize their pi'ey ; 
 
 Or the dark and bloody stream 
 Bears the struggling child away. 
 
 3 Fainter now, and fainter still, 
 Breaks the cry upon the ear ; 
 
 But the mother's heart is steel — 
 She, unmoved, that cry can hear ! 
 
 4 Send, O send the Bible there; 
 Let its precepts reach her heart : 
 
 She may then her children spare — 
 Act the mother's tender part. 
 
 417 L.M. 
 
 Missionarij Meeting. 
 
 JESUS ! in .Christian love we meet, 
 To bring an off'ring to thy feet • 
 All in their hand some talent bear. 
 And lay it humbly, freely there. 
 
 2 Yes, for thy gospel's cause, with joy, 
 Our hands, our hearts, we would employ: 
 O smile upon us from above, 
 
 That bless'd may be our work of love. 
 
 3 Then let us feel thy presence near, 
 While met in holy union here : 
 
 Our zeal, our love do thou increase, 
 And let us reap the fruits of peace. 
 
236 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 418 • ^^^^ ^- ^- '^^' '^^' '^^' "^^ 
 
 T7ie Gospel Banner. 
 
 NOW be the gospel banner 
 In every land unfarl'd ; 
 And be the shout Hosakna 
 
 Reechoed through the world : 
 Till every isle and nation, 
 
 Till every tribe and tongue, 
 Receive the great salvation, 
 And join the happy throng. 
 Now be the gospel banner 
 
 In every land unfurl'd ; 
 And be the shout Hosanna 
 Reechoed through the world. 
 2 Yes, thou shalt reign forever, 
 
 O Jesus, King of kings ! 
 Thy light, thy love, thy favor, 
 
 Each ransom'd captive sings : 
 The isles for thee are waiting, 
 The deserts learn thy praise. 
 The hills and valleys greeting, 
 The song responsive raise. 
 
 Now be the gospel, &c. 
 
 4 J 9 3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s. 
 
 Pagan Children. 
 
 ON many a foreign shore 
 Poor pagan children now 
 The basest things adore — 
 
 To horrid idols bow ; 
 Images, carved from stone or trees ; 
 Their helpless gods are such as these ' 
 
 2 But we, from earliest youth. 
 Have been to knowledge led ; 
 
 We read the Word of truth. 
 We hear what God has said ; 
 
 The mercy, undeserved, we own. 
 
 That makes to us a Saviour known. 
 
MISSIONS. 237 
 
 3 We would to them convey, 
 
 As well as yet we can, 
 The knowledge of that way 
 
 That pardon brings to man : 
 We humbly ask thy goodness, Lord, 
 To send thy blessed truth abroad. 
 
 i Nor suffer us to stand 
 
 Beneath the gospel day. 
 With Bibles in our hand, 
 
 As far from God as they : 
 let us not at last be found 
 Heathens, though born on Christian ground. 
 
 The Joyful JSmmd. 
 
 HOW beauteous are their feet 
 Who stand on Zion's hill, — 
 Who bring salvation on their tongues, 
 And words of peace reveal ! 
 
 2 How charming is their voice, — 
 So sweet the tidings are ; 
 
 Zion, behold thy Saviour King ; 
 He reigns and triumphs here. 
 
 3 How happy are our ears. 
 That hear the joyful soun^, 
 
 Which kings and prophets waited for, 
 And sought, but never found. 
 
 4 How blessed are our eyes. 
 That see this heavenly light ; 
 
 Prophets and kings desired it long. 
 But died without the sight. 
 
 5 The watchmen join their voice. 
 And tuneful notes employ ; 
 
 Jerusalem breaks forth in songs. 
 And deserts learn the joy. 
 
238 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 421 L.M. 
 
 Tlie LitUe Jeic. 
 
 Fx4.R, far from Zion, far from God, 
 And suff' ring still the chast'ning rod, 
 Hopeless and homeless meets your \iew 
 The little, weary, wand'ring Jew ! 
 
 2 He mourns his city's broken walls, 
 Yet on no strong Deliv'rer calls ; 
 For ah ! the curse doth yet pursue 
 The little, weary, wand'ring Jew ! 
 
 3 No Father's name, no worship sweet, 
 No Saviour's love, no mercy-seat, 
 
 No land where vines and fig-trees grew. 
 Now glad the little wand'ring Jew ! 
 
 4 O Christian child, and canst thou hear 
 That gospel to thy soul so dear. 
 
 And yet no sympathy from you 
 Awaits the little wand'ring Jew ? 
 
 5 Or can you view the eastern star. 
 Which brought the wise men from afar ; 
 
 -And while it shines so bright on you. 
 Forget the darkness of the Jew? 
 
 6 Or can you hear your God's address, 
 *'Who blesseth thee, I'll ever bless;" 
 And yet refuse the tribute due, 
 
 To teach and cheer the little Jew? 
 
 422 ^^^ ^' ^'^- ^ ^^^^^ '^^' 
 CJiildren at ilie Gate of Heaven, 
 
 LITTLE trav'lers, Zionward, 
 Each one ent'ring into rest. 
 In the kingdom of your Lord, 
 
 In the mansions of the blest; 
 There, to welcome, Jesus waits, 
 
 Gives the crowns his foU'wers win — 
 Lift your heads, ye golden gates ! 
 Let the little trav'lers in ! 
 
MISSIONS. .239. 
 
 ' 2 Who are they t^iiose little feet, 
 
 Pacing life's dark journey through, ^ 
 
 ' Now have reacll'd that heavenlyseat 
 They had ever kept in view ? 
 
 • " 1 from Greenland's frozen land ;" 
 
 ;' I from India's sultry plain ;" 
 " I from Afric's barren sand ;" 
 
 . t *U from islands of the main." 
 
 ■ t3 ** All our earthly journey past, 
 
 Every te^r and pain gone by, . . 
 Here together met at last, 
 At the portal of the sky ! 
 Each the welcome ' Come ' awaits, 
 ^ . Conqu'rors over death and sin !" — 
 * Lift your heads, ye golden gates ! 
 Let the little trav'lers in ! 
 
 1 1 O ' C. M; ■ 
 
 Circulation of Religious Tracts. 
 
 fllRACTS have the gift of tongues : they preach 
 X ^Through every peopled land, 
 ] .1 all'the forms of human speech, 
 .What all may understand. 
 
 2 Tracts have the wings of angels, spread 
 
 To waft the joyful sound 
 Of resurrection from the dead, 
 . Where'er the curse is found. 
 
 5 What scale of numbers, grasp of thought, ^ 
 • What power of words, could speak 
 '1 he miracles of .mercy wrought 
 By instruments so weak ! 
 
 4 O ye who send these heralds forth, 
 
 By millions bid them fly — 
 'From east to west, from south to north,, 
 
 As sunbeams fill the sky. 
 
240 SUNDAY SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 . 424 s M 
 
 The Laborers cure F&uk 
 
 LORD of the harvest, hear 
 Thy needy servants' cry : 
 Answer our faith's eifectual prayer, 
 And all our wants supply. 
 
 2 On thee we humbly waii,,— 
 Our wants are in thy view 
 
 The harvest, truly. Lord, is greal, 
 The laborers are few. • 
 
 3 Convert and send forth more 
 Into thy Church abroad, 
 
 And let them speak thy word of poweir. 
 As workers with their God. 
 
 4 O let them spread thy name, — 
 Their mission fully prove ; 
 
 Thy universal grace proclaim, — 
 Thine ail-redeeming love. 
 
 425 26th P. M. 76, 76, 76, 76. 
 
 The Cry of the Heathen. 
 
 FROM Greenland's icy mountains^ 
 From India's coral strand ; 
 Where Afric's sunny fountains 
 
 Roll down their golden sand ; 
 From many an ancient river. 
 
 From many a palmy plain, 
 They call us to deliver 
 
 Their land from error's chain. 
 2 What though the spicy breezes 
 
 Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle , 
 Though every prospect pleases, 
 
 And only man is vile : 
 In vain with lavish kindness 
 
 The gifts of God are strown ; 
 The heathen in his blindness 
 
 Bows down to wood and stone. 
 
MISSIONS. 2-11 
 
 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 
 With wisdom from on high — 
 
 Shall we to men benighted 
 
 The lamp of life deny ? 
 Salvation ! — O salvation ! 
 
 The joyful sound proclaim, 
 Till earth's remotest nation 
 
 Has iearn'd Messiah's name. 
 
 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 
 And you, ye waters, roll, 
 
 Till, like a sea of glory, 
 
 It spreads from pole to pole : 
 Till o'er our ransom'd nature 
 
 The Lamb for sinners slain, 
 Redeemer, King, Creator, 
 
 In bliss returns to reign. 
 
 t26 
 
 S. M. 
 
 Sow beside All Waters, 
 
 SOW in the morn thy seed ; 
 At eve hold not thy hand ; 
 To doubt and fear give thou no heed,— 
 Broad-cast it o'er the land. 
 
 2 Thou know'st not which shall thrive,- 
 The late or early sown ; 
 
 Grace keeps the precious germ alive. 
 When and wherever strewn : 
 
 3 And duly shall appear, 
 
 In verdure, beauty, strength. 
 The tender blad'^. the stalk, the ear, 
 And the fuii corn at length. 
 
 4 Thou canst not toil in vain : 
 Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, 
 
 Shall foster and mature the grain 
 For garners in the sky. 
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242 SUIsDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 427 L.M. 
 
 Darhness in Palestine. 
 
 NIGHT wraps the land where Jesus spoke, 
 No guiding star the wise men see ; 
 And heavy is oppression's yoke, 
 Where first the gospel said, " Be free !" 
 
 2 And where the harps of angels bore 
 Heaven's message to the shepherd-throng, 
 
 Good will and peace are heard no more 
 To murmur Bethlehem's vales along. 
 
 3 Send forth, send forth the glorious light, 
 That from eternal woe doth save ; 
 
 And bid Christ's heralds speed their flight, 
 Ere millions find a hopeless grave. 
 
 4 Behold the knee of childhood bends 
 
 In prayer for that benighted land, • 
 
 And with its Sabbath lesson blends 
 Fond memory of the mission band. 
 
 5 With pitying zeal o'er ocean's wave, 
 We reach, the helpless hand to take ; 
 
 May we at last one wanderer save ! 
 W? ask it for the Saviour's sake. 
 
 428 L.M. 
 
 The World's Con/version. 
 
 SOVEREIGN of worlds ! display thy power; 
 Be this thy Zion's favor'd hour ; 
 Bid the bright Morning Star arise. 
 And point the nations to the skies. 
 
 2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns — 
 On Afric's shore, on India's plains, 
 
 On wilds and continents unknown ; 
 And make the nations all thine own. 
 
 3 Speak ! and the world shall hear thy voice ; 
 Speak ! and the desert shall rejoice • 
 Scatter the gloom of heathen night, 
 
 And bid all nations hail the light. 
 
MISSIONS. 243 
 
 429 CM. 
 
 Tlie 3finister''8 Only Business. 
 
 JESUS, the name high over ail, 
 In hell, or earth, or sky ; 
 Angels and men before it fall. 
 And devils fear and fly. 
 
 2 Jesus, the name to sinners dear, — 
 The name to sinners given ; 
 
 It scatters all their guilty fear; 
 it turns their hell to heaven. 
 
 3 Jesus the pris'ner's fetters breaks. 
 And bruises Satan's head ; 
 
 Power into strengthless souls he speaks. 
 And life into the dead. 
 
 4 O that the world might taste and see 
 The riches of his grace ; 
 
 The arms of love that compass me, 
 Would all mankind embrace. 
 
 430 s.M. 
 
 Love for Zlon. 
 
 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,— 
 The house of thine abode, — 
 The Church our blest Redeemer saved 
 With his own precious blood. 
 
 2 I love thy Church, O God ! 
 Her walls before thee stand, 
 
 Dear as the apple of thine eye, 
 And graven on thy hand. 
 
 3 For her my tears shall fall ; 
 For her my prayers ascend ; 
 
 To her my cares and toils be given, 
 Till toils and cares shall end. 
 
 4 Beyond my highest joy 
 
 I prize her heavenly ways ; 
 Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 
 Her hymns of love and praise. 
 
244 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 431 L.M. 
 
 Christ's Unwersal and Exierlastlng Kingdom. 
 
 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun 
 - Does his successive journeys run ; 
 His kingdom spread from shore to shore, 
 Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 
 
 2 From north to south the princes meet, 
 To pay their homage at his feet ; 
 While western empires own their Lord, 
 And savage tribes attend his word. 
 
 3 To him shall endless prayer be made. 
 And endless praises crown his head ; 
 His name like sweet perfume shall rise 
 With every morning sacrifice. 
 
 4 People and realms of every tongue 
 Dwell on his love with sweetest song, 
 And infant voices shall proclaim 
 Their early blessings on his name. 
 
 432 7th P.M. 8 lines Is, 
 
 Tlie Watchman^s Report. 
 
 WATCHMAN, tell us of the night, 
 What its signs of promise are. 
 Trav'ler, o'er yon mountain's height, 
 
 See the glory-beaming star. 
 Watchman, does its beauteous ray 
 
 Aught of hope or joy foretell ? 
 Trav'ler, yes, it brings the day — 
 
 Promised day of Israel. 
 ? Watchman, tell us of the night ; 
 
 Higher yet that star ascends. 
 Trav'ler, blessedness and light, 
 
 Peace and truth, its course porteads. 
 Watchman, will its beams, alone, 
 
 Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
 1 rav'ler, ages are its own : 
 
 See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 
 
MISSIONS. 245 
 
 3 Watchman, tell us of the night, 
 
 For the morning seems to dawn. 
 Trav'ier, darkness takes its flight ; 
 
 Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
 Watchman, let thy wand'ring cease ; 
 
 Hie thee to thy quiet home. 
 Trav'ier, lo ! the Prince of Peace, 
 
 Lo ! the Son of God is come. 
 
 433 L.M. 
 
 Prayer for Missionaries. 
 
 MILLIONS there are on heathen ground 
 Who never heard the gospel's sound ; 
 Lord, send it forth, and let it run, 
 Swift and reviving as the sun. 
 
 2 Guide thou their lips, who stand to tell 
 Sinners the Way that leads from hell ; 
 To those who give, do thou impart 
 
 A generous, wise, and tender heart. 
 
 3 Lord, crown their zeal, reward their care, 
 That in thy grace they all may share ; 
 And those who now in darkness dwell, . 
 Deliverance sing from guilt and hell. 
 
 434 5th P. M. 4: lines 7s. 
 
 Meeting for Charity. 
 
 LITTLE rain-drops feed the rill ; 
 Rills to meet the brooklet glide ; 
 Brooks the broader rivers fill ; 
 Rivers swell the ocean's tide. 
 
 2 So the dew-drops gather'd here. 
 Mites from willing childhood's hand, 
 
 Shall those streams of bounty cheer 
 That with greenness clothe the land. 
 
 3 With that sea of love shall blend 
 Which the gospel's grace doth pour, 
 
 And the name of Jesus send 
 E'en to earth's remotest shore. 
 
ANNIVERSARIES. 
 
 435 8th p. M. 87, 87, 47. 
 
 Av/niversary Hymn. 
 
 LORD, we thank thee thou hast spoken. 
 By thy word of grace again ; 
 Every heart and bosom open, 
 That the seed may there remain ; 
 
 Grant in mercy 
 That it be not sown in vain. 
 
 2 Thanks we give for thy protection 
 O'er our path another year; 
 
 Still we pray for thy direction 
 While we walk as pilgrims here ; 
 
 Safe our journey. 
 Only safe while thou art near. 
 
 3 And when death shall hover o'er us, 
 When we come to Jordan's tide. 
 
 Thou, who passedst through before us, 
 Be our Guardian and our Guide ; 
 
 Still protect us 
 Till we land on Canaan's side. 
 
 4 Angels, in the realms of glory, 
 Hymn thy love to fallen man; 
 
 There we too would swell the story 
 Of thy mercy's wondrous plan. 
 
 And would praise thee — 
 Praise thee more than angels can. 
 
 436 L.M. 
 
 Annvoersary Hymn. 
 
 EROM year to year in love we meet. 
 From year to year in peace w^e part ; 
 The tongues of children utt'ring sweet 
 The bosom joy of every heart. 
 
ANNIVERSARIES. 247 
 
 2 But time rolls on, and, year by year, 
 We change, grow up, or pass away ; 
 
 Not twice the same assembly here 
 Have hail'd the children's festal day. 
 
 3 Death, ere another year, may strike 
 Some of our number, mark'd to fall : 
 
 Be young and old prepared alike ; 
 The warning is to each — to all. 
 
 4 This sole occasion then is ours ; 
 This day we ne'er again shall see : 
 
 Lord God, awaken all our powers 
 To spend it for eternity. 
 
 5 Meanwhile our failing ranks renew : 
 Send children, teachers in our place, 
 
 More humble, docile, faithful, true ; 
 More like thy Son, — from race to race. 
 
 437 P.M. 55, 5,11* 
 
 Praise to the Savioun 
 
 COME, let us rejoice, 
 And lift our glad voice, 
 Though children we are : 
 The Saviour delights our thanksgivings to hear. 
 
 2 His promise is given • 
 To bring us to heaven : 
 
 On him we depend 
 For blessings which daily our pathway attend. 
 
 3 He bids children come 
 To a heavenly home. 
 Prepared by his love ; 
 
 And waits to receive them in mansions above, 
 
 4 With loudest acclaim 
 We '11 sound forth thy fame, 
 O Saviour and Friend; 
 
 And sing thee hosannas in worlds without end. 
 
248 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 438 c.M. 
 
 TJie Voice of ligature, 
 
 ¥E seem to hear a voice of praise, 
 Here, mid the leafy bowers, 
 From murm'ring streams whose crystal maze 
 Doth cheer the thirsty flowers. 
 
 2 But louder where yon lofty trees 
 By summer^s hand are dress'd, * 
 
 It swells on every gentle breeze, 
 From bough, and spray, and nest. 
 
 3 But if the things by nature taught 
 With music fill the air. 
 
 How high should rise our raptured thought, 
 Who worship God in prayer ! 
 
 4 To us he speaks, from morning's cell — 
 From evening's dewy sphere. 
 
 And when the holy Sabbath bell 
 Salutes the Christian's ear. 
 
 5 To us he speaks : he guides our choice 
 By heaven's own Book divine ; 
 
 And aids our teachers' much-loved voice 
 To fix each treasured line. 
 
 6 To us he speaks, and we in praise 
 Would still our off'ring bring : 
 
 Here, where creation joins our lays ; 
 And there, where angels sing. 
 
 439 L.M. 
 
 Children's Hoscmnas. 
 
 YOUNG children once were heard to sing 
 When multitudes there silent were : 
 Gladly they welcomed Israel's king; 
 Their loud hosannas fill'd the air. 
 2 And David's Son and David's Lord 
 
 Their praises heard and well approved : 
 Still be the Saviour's grace adored, 
 And be his hallow'd name beloved. 
 
ANNIVERSARIES. 249 
 
 3 Blest Saviour, count us not too bold, 
 If we attempt our songs to raise : 
 
 Children in years, like those of old, 
 We 're taught like them to sing thy praise. 
 
 4 O make us wise, thy name to know ; 
 Now let us feel thy power and love : 
 
 Give grace to serve thee here below. 
 That we may dwell with thee above. 
 
 5 There we will sing hosannas loud. 
 Till heaven's eternal arches ring ; 
 
 And join with yonder joyful crowd, 
 Forever praising Christ our King. 
 
 44 Q 13th p. M. 10, 10, 11, 11. 
 
 Hosanna. 
 
 LET children proclaim their Saviour and 
 King; 
 To Jesus's name hosannas we sing : 
 Our best adoration to Jesus we give, 
 Who purchased salvation for all to receive. 
 
 2 The meek Lamb of God from heaven came 
 
 down. 
 And ransom'd with blood, and madfe us his owm : 
 He suffer'd to save us from sin and from thrall ; 
 And Jesus shall have us, who purchased us ail ! 
 
 3 To him will we give our earliest days. 
 And thankfully live to publish his praise : 
 
 Our lives shall confess him who came from 
 
 above. 
 Our tongues shall all bless him, and tell of 
 
 his love. 
 
 4 In innocent songs his coming we shout ; 
 Should we hold our tongues the stones would 
 
 cry out ; 
 But him, without ceasing, we all will proclaim , 
 And ever be blessing our Jesus's name. 
 
250 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 441 L. M. 
 
 By the Children and Clioir. 
 
 CHILDREN. 
 
 T)1CH is the sacred song that swells 
 Jt Where God in light and glory dwells 
 What joyful choir their notes combine ? . 
 Who utter music so divine ? 
 
 CHOIR. 
 
 2 'Tis the sweet song of spotless love, 
 Which ransom'd children sing above : 
 Early to God their hearts were given, 
 And now they dwell with him in heaven. 
 
 CHILDREN. 
 
 3 O, who may hope with them to be. 
 And join their tones of harmony ? 
 Who can escape from earth and sin, 
 And pure and holy be within ? 
 
 CHOIR. 
 
 4 In strength divine, the youngest may 
 Begin a holy life to-day ; 
 
 Through Him that loved us, hopes remain 
 That none shall seek the Lord in vain. 
 
 5 Dear Saviour, may thy Spirit's call 
 Produce its blest effects on all ; 
 Thine be the remnant of our days, 
 And every breath be love and praise. 
 
 442 4th p. M. 886, 886. 
 
 Sunday-School Jubilee. 
 
 OTHOU, whose all-sustaining power 
 Hath spared us till this joyful hour, 
 We lift our hearts to thee ; 
 Though feeble be our songs of praise, 
 Yet hear in heaven, thy dwelling-place. 
 And bless our jubilee. 
 
ANNIVERSARIES. 25 1 
 
 2 May all the children of our care, 
 In early years thy mercy share ; 
 
 Teach them to know thy ways ! 
 Teach them thy holy name to bless, 
 Guide them in paths of holiness. 
 
 And thine shall be the praise ! 
 
 3 Then when our earthly course is o'er, 
 When we on earth shall meet no more, 
 
 Take us to dwell with thee ; 
 And in thy blissful courts above, 
 We'll celebrate with joy and love 
 
 The heavenly Jubilee. 
 
 443 CM. 
 
 Rural Celebration. 
 
 HAIL, great Creator, wise and good ! 
 To thee our songs we raise : 
 Nature, through all her various scenes, 
 Invites us to thy praise. 
 
 2 Thy glory beams in every star 
 Which gilds the gloom of night. 
 
 And decks the smiling face of morn 
 With rays of cheerful light. 
 
 3 The lofty hill, the humble vale, 
 W^ith countless beauties shine : 
 
 The silent grove, the vocal shore. 
 Proclaim thy power divine. 
 
 4: Great God of nature ! may these scenes 
 Our serious thoughts engage : 
 
 Still may our grateful hearts consult 
 Thy works' instructive page. 
 
 5 And while, in all above, around. 
 
 Thy varied love we see, 
 O may our hearts, great God, be led 
 
 Through all thy works to thee ! 
 
252 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 444 3d P. M. 4 6s &2 8s, 
 
 Swiday-School Celebration. 
 
 CHILDREN. 
 
 COME, let our voices join 
 In one glad song of praise : 
 To God, the God of love, 
 
 Our grateful hearts we raise : 
 
 CONGREGATION. 
 
 To God alone your praise belongs : 
 His love demands your earliest songs. 
 
 CHILDREN. 
 
 2 Now we are taught to read 
 The Book of life divine, 
 
 Where our Redeemer's love 
 And brightest glories shine : 
 
 CONGREGATION. 
 
 To God alone the praise is due, 
 Who sends his Word to us and you 
 
 CHILDREN. 
 
 3 Within these hallow'd walls 
 Our wand'ring feet are brought, 
 
 Where prayer and praise ascend, 
 And heavenly truths are taught . 
 
 CONGREGATION. 
 
 To God alone your ofF'rings bring : 
 Here in his Church his praises sing. 
 
 CHILDREN. 
 
 4 For blessings such as these 
 Our gratitude receive : 
 
 Lord, here accept our hearts — 
 'T is all that we can give : 
 
 CONGREGATION. 
 
 Great God, accept their infant songs : 
 To thee alone their praise belongs. 
 
ANNIVERSARIES. 253 
 
 5 Lord, bid this work of love 
 
 Be crown'd with meet success : 
 May thousands yet unborn 
 This institution bless : 
 Thus shall the praise resound to thee 
 Now, and through all eternity. 
 
 445 CM. 
 
 BuraZ Feast. 
 
 HERE, like the birds that wander free 
 Warbling their woodland lays, 
 We, heavenly Father, sing to thee 
 Our grateful song of praise. 
 
 2 The happy minstrels of the air, 
 That on thy bounty live. 
 
 With songs repay thy constant care, — 
 'T is all that they can give. 
 
 3 But we can give the loving heart. 
 And lift our thoughts above — 
 
 Can learn that thou our Father art, 
 And feel that thou art love. 
 
 4 A table in the wilderness , 
 - Of old thy bounty spread. 
 
 When manna dropp'd, the tribes to bless 
 That cried to thee for bread. 
 
 5 For us kind friends a feast prepare, 
 • Beneath this wild-wood shade : 
 
 Scarce better could thy children fare 
 Whose food the manna made. 
 
 6 Never, lik'e them, may w« be heard ^ 
 To murmur or repine : 
 
 Still may we heed thy holy Word, 
 And form our wills to thine. 
 
254 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 44 g 9tli p. M. 87, 87, 87, 87. 
 
 Invitation and Response. 
 
 TEACHERS. 
 
 COME, ye children, and adore him — 
 Lord of all, he reigns above ; 
 Come and worship now before him — 
 
 He hath call'd you by his love. 
 He will grant you every blessing 
 
 Of his all-abounding grace ; 
 Come, with humble hearts expressing 
 All your gratitude and praise. 
 
 CHILDREN. 
 
 2 On this holy day of gladness 
 We will join in praises meet ; 
 
 Every bosom free from sadness, 
 All with happiness replete. 
 
 O to feel the love of Jesus ! 
 O to know that, from above, 
 
 Still our heavenly Father sees us 
 With an eye of tender love ! 
 
 TEACHERS. 
 
 3 Dearest children, now adore him ; 
 Swell aloud the joyful strain : 
 
 Let the nations bovv' before him— 
 Echo back the notes again. 
 
 While he will accept the praises, 
 E'en from every heart and tongue, 
 
 Those to him an infant raises. 
 Still are sweetest of the song. 
 
 CHILDREN. 
 
 4 Lord of all, our hearts' oblation 
 Now. ascends to thee alone ; 
 
 We would come, with all the nation, 
 Now to worship at thy throne. 
 
 ^Teachers ! will you join fhe chorus ? 
 Join in hymning forth his praise. 
 
 Who, for our redemption, shows us 
 All the riches of his grace ? 
 
ANNIVERSARIES. 255 
 
 TEACHERS AND CHILDREN. 
 
 5 Praise to thee, O Lord, forever ! 
 
 Gladly now we all unite ; 
 Praise to thee, O God ! the giver, 
 
 Blessed Lord of life and light 1 
 Ransom'd nation, spread the story ! 
 
 Rescued people, ne'er give o'er ! 
 All his grace, and all his glory, 
 
 O proclaim forever more ! 
 
 447 L. M. 
 
 Improvement of Tiiue. 
 
 TITITH mercies crown'd, the rolling years 
 \ V Pass onward to their destiny ; 
 While smiling heaven their pathway cheers,( 
 To light us to eternity. 
 
 2 And every hour, and day, and week, 
 Since last we sung our festal lay, 
 
 Shall to eternal ages speak, 
 With sounds of joy, or of dismay. 
 
 3 O ! shall the hours which we have spent 
 In learning of the way to heaven, 
 
 Be misimproved? and we lament. 
 When it's too late to be forgiven? 
 
 4 No — rather let each passing day 
 In heaven's eternal book record 
 
 Memorials which will ever say. 
 Each hour was given to the Lord. 
 
 5 While thus from year to y«ir we learn 
 The things of God to knowr and prize, 
 
 ^ We '11 hail each festive day's return 
 With still more treasure in the skies. 
 
 6 And when time-'s ever-fleeting wing, 
 Hath borne us to eternity, 
 
 O ! may we all in chorus sing. 
 Through heaven's eternal Jubilee! 
 
256 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 448 CM. 
 
 Sundwy-ScJwol Celebration. 
 
 LORD, we are spared again to meet 
 On this rejoicing day, 
 To bow before thy mercy-seat, 
 To praise thee, and to pray. 
 
 2 Many, since last we gather'd here, 
 Have pass'd away like flowers : 
 
 Perhaps, before another year. 
 Their dwelling may be ours ! 
 
 3 To Jesus every eye we raise — 
 On him for mercy rest : 
 
 Young children, in his mortal days, 
 He folded to his breast. 
 
 4 Young children, at his Father's side, 
 He still with pity views ; 
 
 And, pleading that for such he died, 
 Their sinful hearts renews. 
 
 5 Lord, to thine open arms we fly, 
 And seek our safety there : 
 
 Then shall we have no fear to die. 
 If thou our hearts prepare. 
 
 449 4th P.M. 886,886. 
 
 * Anniversary Hymn. 
 
 ALMIGHTY God ! to thee we raise 
 Our tribute of united praise. 
 
 On. this returning day : 
 Teachers and children meet once more. 
 Thy sparing mercy to adore. 
 
 And for thy grace to pray. 
 2 Before thy face, O Lord, we stand, 
 A large and still increasing band, 
 
 Thy blessing now to seek : 
 While our glad voices thus combine, 
 O, touch our hearts with grace divine. 
 
 That we thy praise may speak. 
 
AKNIVEHSARIES. 257 
 
 3 Our happy eyes this day behold 
 What kings and righteous men of old 
 
 Desired in vain to see : 
 And we shall see yet greater things, 
 When thou, Almighty King of kings ! 
 
 Shalt draw all men to thee. 
 
 4 Lord Jesus ! let the rising race 
 Become the children of thy grace, 
 
 To reign with thee above : 
 Into thy fold the wand'rers bring, 
 That they, with us, may learn to sing 
 
 The wonders of thy love. 
 
 450 s, M. 
 
 For a Sunday-ScJiool ATvnvcersary. 
 
 OGOD of Zion, hear ! 
 Hear and propitious be ; 
 The labors of another year 
 Thy servants bring to thee. 
 
 2 Though weary oft, and sad. 
 Our hope is in thy word ; 
 
 Now shall our hearts in thee be glad, 
 And magnify the Lord. 
 
 3 Thy help in former days 
 We thankfully review ; 
 
 In faith and prayer our hands w-? rais^ 
 Our labors to renew. 
 
 4 All pledged to serve thy Son, 
 
 In purity and love, , 
 
 Until we meet before thy throne 
 In perfect joy above. 
 
 5 Upon this gathered host 
 
 O, let thy power come dov/n : 
 Make this a day of Pentecost, 
 And make our hearts thine owjj^ 
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258 SUj^;DAY-SCHOOL HffMNS. 
 
 451 CM. 
 
 Anniversary Hymn. 
 
 ¥E now to Christ, the Saviour, King, 
 Our annual tribute pay ; 
 In sweet hosannas here we sing, 
 
 For his life-cheering ray : 
 O, let the heavenly chorus rise, 
 
 On this our festal day, 
 And wake the concord of the skies 
 With this our joyous lay. 
 
 2 Another year has run its round 
 
 Since last we gather'd here ; 
 And still the precious gospel sound 
 
 Invites our list'ning ear : 
 But many Sabbath hours are gone, 
 
 Of kind instruction given ; 
 O, may the lessons we have learn'd 
 
 Guide us to Christ and heaven ! 
 
 452 c. M. 
 
 Ttm Bible and the Sunday School. 
 . rpiIE Sunday school! the Sunday schooP 
 i Blest be the wondrous plan ! 
 So strong its power, so fraught with love. 
 
 Descending down to man ! 
 The Bible and the Sunday school 
 
 Our bulwark firm shall be, 
 To guard our rights, maintain our laws. 
 Preserve our liberty. 
 
 2 The blessed Bible ! we '11 maintain 
 • Our charter and our shield — 
 Its precepts and its promises 
 
 Unfetter'd sway shall wield : 
 With freeborn minds, and bounding hearts 
 
 We prize its sacred truth. 
 For comfort in declining yeqrs — 
 
 Our guide in early youth. 
 
ANNIVERSARIES. 259 
 
 3 O holy book ! O happy day ! 
 May unborn millions stand, 
 
 Surrounded by these bulwarks strong, 
 
 Throughout this happy land : 
 Nor tyrant's rod, nor despot's power, 
 
 Deprive us of our right 
 To serve our country and our God 
 
 In freedom's blessed light. 
 
 4 And when we stand on Zion's heights, 
 In yon bright world above, 
 
 Where golden harps are sounding forth 
 
 The Saviour's dying love — 
 The Bible and the Sunday school 
 
 Our anthems still shall be, 
 For they have led our wand'ring feet, 
 
 O Lord, to heaven and thee ! 
 
 453 L. M. 
 
 Simdajy-Scliool Jiibilee. 
 
 OUR schools are nurseries below% 
 For trees of paradise to grow, 
 Till, by their Saviour's training hand, 
 Transplanted to the promised land. 
 
 2 Myriads already, from our care, 
 Once our companions, flourish there : 
 Vet still in fellowship all meet ; 
 They see his face, we kiss his feet. 
 
 3 There's joy in heaven among the saints, 
 O'er every sinner that repents : 
 
 The children's angels swell that strain 
 When little ones are born again. 
 
 4 Then be this day of sacred mirth 
 A jubilee in heaven and earth : 
 Hence, while our glad hosannas .ris3, • 
 High hallelujahs fill the skies. 
 
260 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 454 9th p. M. 87, 87, 87, 87. 
 The Song of Ueanoen. 
 
 pOME, and sing with joy and gladness; 
 \j Elevate your hearts in praise ; 
 Come, dismiss all gloom and sadness; 
 
 High your songs exulting raise, — 
 With the angel choirs uniting. 
 
 Sing of Jesus' wondrous love ; 
 *Tis a subject so delighting. 
 
 Thrilling all the harps above. 
 
 2 Come, and sweetly tune your voices; 
 Raise them to a lofty strain ; 
 
 Sing aloud, while heaven rejoices ; 
 
 Shout ! for Jesus comes to reign : 
 Glory ! hear the angels crying. 
 
 Glory to the Saviour's name ; 
 Shall not children, with them vieing, 
 
 Here, on earth, his praise proclaim ? 
 
 3 Yes ! it was the Saviour's pleasure 
 That they should not hold their peace ; 
 
 And his blessings, without measure, 
 He bestow'd on such as these : 
 
 Then to heaven high ascending 
 Shall our anthems quickly rise ; 
 
 With angelic voices blending 
 Far above yon azure skies. 
 
 455 26th P. M. 76, 76, 76, 70. 
 
 SaVbath-Sdiool Celebration. 
 
 TO thee, O blessed Saviour, 
 Our grateful songs we raise ; 
 O tune our hearts and voices 
 
 Thy holy name to praise : 
 'Tis by thy sovereign mercy 
 
 We 're here allow'd to meet ; 
 To join with friends and teachers, 
 Thy blessing to entreat. 
 
ANNIVERSARIES. 2G 1 
 
 2 Lord, guide and bless our teachers. 
 Who labor for our good ; 
 
 And may the Holy Scriptures 
 
 By us be understood : 
 O may our hearts be given 
 
 To thee, our glorious King ; 
 That we may meet in heaven, 
 
 Thy praises there to sing. 
 
 3 And may the precious gospel 
 Be publish'd all abroad, 
 
 Till poor benighted heathen 
 
 Shall know and serve the Lord ; 
 
 Till o'er the wide creation 
 The rays o£ truth shall shine, 
 
 And nations now in darkness 
 Arise to light divine. 
 
 456 sM- 
 
 Rural Celebration. 
 
 THE freshly-blooming flowers 
 To thee sweet off 'rings bear ; 
 And cheerful birds in shady bowers 
 Sing forth thy tender care. 
 
 2 The fields on every side, 
 The trees on every hill, 
 
 The glorious sun, the rolling tide, 
 Proclaim thy wonders still. 
 
 3 But trees, and fields, and skies. 
 Still praise a God unknown ; 
 
 For gratitude and love can rise 
 From living hearts alone. 
 
 4 These living hearts of ours 
 Thy holy name would bless : 
 
 The blossoms of all nature's flowers 
 Would please our Father less. 
 
262 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 457 ^M. 
 
 Aimwersary JSyrrmfor a Scliool. 
 
 GREAT God ! to thee our thanks we bring 
 For all the blessings we enjoy ; 
 May we with grateful feelings sing, 
 While words of praise our lips employ. 
 
 2 From day to day, from year to year, 
 Our kind preserver thou hast been ; 
 
 And by thy grace we now are here, 
 Kept from the dang'rous paths of sin. 
 
 3 O, keep us still, Almighty Lord ! 
 Guide and defend our giddy youth ; 
 
 A nd grant to those a rich reward 
 Who seek to lead us in- thy truth. 
 
 4 Glory to thee, O Lord, we give ; 
 Thy providence and grace adore : 
 
 O, may we praise thee while we live, 
 And after death forever more. 
 
 45 g 26th P. M. 76, 76, 76, 76, 
 
 Swiday-School CelebraUon. 
 
 COME, let us tune our voices, 
 And in a joyful lay 
 Unite, as each rejoices 
 
 To hail this festal day. 
 Still life and light surrounding 
 
 Demand anew our praise. 
 
 And this our bosoms bounding 
 
 In highest transports raise. 
 
 2 The star that guides to glory 
 
 Still lures our youthful eyes, 
 And Love's redeeming story 
 
 Still urges to the skies. / 
 
 The young are still invited 
 
 To come where all are blest, 
 And even babes unslighted 
 
 To Jesus' heart are press'd. 
 
ANNIVERSARIES. 268 
 
 3 And still he stands iuvitir g ; 
 Yet some, alas ' from choice 
 
 The blessed Saviour slighting, 
 
 Refuse to hear his voice. 
 O ! while he stands beseeching, 
 
 Shall we dare disobey 
 His Holy Spirit's teaching, 
 
 Which bids us come to-day? 
 
 4 We come ! the strain is sounding; 
 'T is heard in realms of light ; 
 
 And seraph hearts are bounding 
 
 To witness such a sight. 
 The waiting heavens are bending 
 
 To take the flames that rise, 
 From youthful hearts ascending, 
 
 As incense to the skies. 
 
 459 8th p. M. 87, 87, 47. 
 
 A Blessing sought for the Sunday School. 
 
 THOU, who didst with love and blessing 
 Gather Zion's babes to thee ; 
 Still a Saviour's love expressing. 
 Now the b.ibes of Zion see : 
 
 Bless the labors 
 That would bring them up for thee. 
 
 2 Smile upon our w^eak endeavor — 
 Vain, if thou thy smile deny; 
 
 Let them rise, to live forever ! 
 Train, O ! train them for the sky : 
 
 Ne'er may Satan 
 Plunder Zion's nursery. 
 
 3 Lord, with humble fervor bending, 
 We thy blessing'would entreat ; 
 
 Let thy Spirit, now descending, 
 Make the toils of learning sweet ; 
 
 Straight to Zion 
 Guide the young inquirer's feet. 
 
264 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 460 9th p. M. 87, 87, 87, 87. 
 
 Spring Celebration. 
 
 WE have met in peace together, 
 In this house of God again : 
 Constant friends have led \is hither, 
 
 Here to chant the solemn strain ; — 
 Here to breathe our adoration. 
 
 While the balmy breeze of spring, 
 Like the Spirit of salvation. 
 Comes with gladness on its wing. 
 
 2 And, while nature glows with beauty. 
 While the fields are rich in flowers, 
 
 Shall our hearts neglect their duty ? 
 
 Shall our souls abuse their powers ? 
 Shall not all our hopes, ascending. 
 
 Point us to a home above. 
 Where, in glory never ending, 
 
 He who made us smiles in love f 
 
 3 There no autumn tempests gather , 
 There no friends lament the dead •, 
 
 And on fields that never wither. 
 Fadeless rays of light are shed : 
 
 There with bright immortal roses 
 Angels wreath their harps of gold, 
 
 And each ransom'd soul reposes 
 Midst a scene of bliss untold. 
 
 4 We have met, and time is flying ; 
 We shall part, and still his wing. 
 
 Sweeping o'er the dead and dying, 
 Will the changeful seasons bring • 
 
 Let us, while our hearts are lightest. 
 In our fresh and early years, 
 
 Turn to Him whose smile is brightest. 
 And whose grace will calm our fears. 
 
ANNIVERSARIES. 265 
 
 461 26th P. M. 76, 76, 76, 76, 
 
 Sanday-SGlwol Celebration. 
 
 ¥E meet again in gladness, 
 And thankful voices raise ; 
 To God, our heavenly Father, 
 
 We'll tune our grateful praise : 
 'T v^^as his kind hand that kept us 
 Through ali the changing year ; 
 His love it ip that brings us * 
 
 Again to worship here. 
 
 2 We'll thank him for the Sabbath, 
 This day ol holy rest ; 
 
 And for the blessed Bible, 
 The book that we love best — 
 
 For Sabbath schools and teachers, 
 To us so kindly given, 
 
 To guide us in the pathway 
 That leads to joys in heaven. 
 
 3 We'll thank him for our country, 
 The land our fathers trod — 
 
 For liberty of conscience, 
 
 And right to worship God. 
 O Lord, our heavenly Father, 
 
 Accept the praise we bring, 
 And tune our hearts and voices 
 
 Thy glorious name to sing. 
 
 4 Soon may thy gracious scepter 
 Extend to every land, 
 
 And all as willing subjects 
 
 Submit to thy command. 
 Send forth the gospel tidings. 
 
 And hasten on the day 
 When every isle and nation ^ 
 
 Shall own Messiah's sway. 
 
266 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 ^ g 2 5th P. M, 4 lines Ts. 
 
 SabhatJi-ScTiool Armwersary. 
 
 WELCOME to our festival, 
 Parents, teachers, children, all : 
 God has spared us through the year, 
 And in mercy brings us here. 
 
 2 All unite to praise our God, 
 For his grace on us bestow'd ; 
 Hallow'd be the songs we raise — 
 JIappy songs of grateful praise. 
 
 3 God, who dwells beyond the sky. 
 Turns on us a gracious eye ; 
 
 Still prolongs our day of grace ; 
 Gives us time to seek his face. 
 
 4 But while thus our hearts rejoice, 
 We must hear his warning voice, — 
 Seek the way of peace and truth, 
 In the early days of youth. 
 
 4 g 3 26th P. M. 7G, 76, 76, 76. 
 
 Fourth of July (Mid the Sunday School. 
 
 ALL hail the joyful morning! 
 'Tis Freedom's natal day ! 
 What glories blend, adorning. 
 
 With Heaven's benignant ray, 
 Our free and prosp'rous nation, 
 
 The land the pilgrims trod. 
 Abounding with salvation. 
 
 And every gift of God ! 
 2 Religion's gracious blessing 
 
 Is Freedom's gift for youth. 
 And we, that boon possessing, 
 
 Are taught this precious truth, 
 That Christ, a Saviour given. 
 
 Took children to his arms, 
 And calls them now to heaven, 
 
 To bless them with his charms. 
 
ANNIVERSARIES. 267 
 
 3 Then let the voice of singing 
 Flow joyfully along, 
 
 While hill and valley ringing, 
 
 Shall echo to the song. 
 We thank the blessed Saviour, 
 
 By whom to us is given 
 This blessed institution, 
 
 To lead our souls to heaven. 
 
 4 Let children sing hosanna. 
 And raise their voices high, 
 
 While under Freedom's banner 
 
 The nation shall reply, 
 And high and lowly dwellings 
 
 Shall send the chorus round, 
 All hallelujahs swelling 
 
 In one eternal sound ! 
 
 4(J4 9th P. M. 87, 87. 
 
 Ifational Praise. 
 
 UP to thee. Almighty Father, 
 Ancient of eternal days. 
 Throned in uncreated glory. 
 Hear us, while our songs we raise. 
 
 2 Praise, for the unceasing bounty, 
 Pour'd with an indulgent hand — 
 
 Praise, for blessings still increasing, 
 Crowning Freedom's favor'd land. 
 
 3 While a nation's heart is leaping, 
 Mighty in its gushing joy, 
 
 May the song of adoration 
 All its grateful powers employ. 
 
 4 Thine, O Lord, shall be the kingdom, 
 Thine the power and glory be, 
 
 Thine through endless ages rolling, 
 Thine throughout eternity. 
 
268 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 ^g5 P. M. 57, 85,88,65. 
 
 Sundmj-Scliool Celebration. 
 
 0' 
 
 , COME, let us sing ! 
 
 Our youthful hearts now swelling, 
 To God above, a God of love — 
 
 O come, let us sing ! 
 Our joyful spirits, glad and free, 
 With high emotions rise to thee 
 In heavenly melody — 
 come, let us sing ! 
 
 2 The full notes prolong 
 Our festal celebration : 
 
 We hail the day with cheerful lay, 
 
 And full notes prolong. 
 Both cheerful youth and silvery age, 
 And childhood pure, the gay, the sage, 
 These thrilling scenes engage. 
 
 Full notes to prolong. 
 
 3 O swell, swell the song, 
 His praises oft repeating : 
 
 His Son he gave our souls to save— 
 
 O swell, swell the song ! . 
 The humble heart's devotion bring. 
 Whence gushing streams of love do spring, 
 And make the welkin ring 
 
 With sweet-swelling song. 
 
 4 We'll chant, chant his praise— 
 Our lofty strains now blending : 
 
 A tribute bring to Christ our King, 
 
 And chant, chant his praise. 
 Our Saviour, Prince, was crucified : 
 *"Tis finish'd," then he meekly cried, 
 And bow'd his^head and died — 
 
 Then chant, chant his praise ! 
 
ANNIVEJlSARIES 2Q\) 
 
 5 All full chorus join — 
 To Jesus condescending 
 To bless our race with heavenhr grace. 
 
 All full chorus join ! 
 To God, whose mercy on us smiled, 
 And Holy Spirit, reconciled 
 By Christ, the meek and mild. 
 
 All full chorus join ! 
 
 4 g g 19th P. M. 664, 6664. 
 
 3f^j Country, H is of Tliee. 
 
 MY country! 'tis of thee, 
 Sweet land of liberty, 
 Of thee I sing : 
 Land where my fathers died, 
 Land of the pilgrim's pride. 
 From every mountain side 
 Let freedom ring. 
 
 2 My native country ! thee, 
 Land of the noble free, 
 
 Thy name 1 love ; 
 I love thy rocks and rills, 
 Thy woods and templed hills : 
 My heart with rapture thrills, 
 
 Like that above. 
 
 3 Let music swell the breeze, 
 And ring from all the trees 
 
 Sweet freedom's song : 
 Let mortal tongues awake ; 
 Let all that breathe partake ; 
 Let rocks their silence break — 
 
 The sound prolong. 
 
 4 Our fathers' God ! to thee, 
 Author of liberty ! 
 
 To thee we sing : 
 Long may our land be bright 
 With freedom's holy light ; 
 Protect us by thy might. 
 
 Great God, our King ! 
 
270 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 4 g 7 P. M. 446, 446 ; or, C. M. 
 
 Independence-Day. 
 
 WITH joy we meet. 
 With smiles we greet, 
 Our schoolmates bright and gay : 
 Be dry each tear 
 Of sorrow here — 
 T is Independence-Day. 
 
 2 'T is freedom's sound 
 That rings around. 
 
 And brightens every ray : 
 
 Our banner floats, 
 
 With trumpet notes, 
 On Independence-Day. 
 
 3 While thunder breaks, 
 And music wakes 
 
 Its patriotic lay. 
 
 At temple-gate 
 
 Our feet shall wait 
 On Independence-Day. 
 
 4 O who from home 
 Would fail to come 
 
 And join the children's lay, 
 When praise we bring 
 To God our King, 
 
 On Independence-Day? 
 
 5 For liberty. 
 Great God, to thee 
 
 Our grateful thanks we pay ; 
 
 For thanks, we know, 
 
 To thee we owe, 
 On Independence-Day. 
 
SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 468 L.M. 
 
 SundoAj- School Dedication. 
 
 IN fervent prayer, with holy praise, 
 This building now we consecrate ; 
 To train the young, from early days. 
 To linow Thy will, their sins to hate. 
 
 2 To teach them how and where to find 
 The grace that saves from Satan's reign; 
 
 To love their God with heart and mind, 
 And from forbidden ways refrain. 
 
 3 To read and learn a Saviour's grace. 
 Who on the cross himself he gave 
 
 For them, — and all the fallen race, — 
 Jesus, the mighty Lord, to save. 
 
 4 May all the children who attend 
 Within these walls, thy children be ; 
 
 And with their teachers ever spend. 
 With thee, a blest eternity. 
 
 4(59 10th P. M. 4Zi7ies8s. 
 
 Opening of a Sab'bath-School Boom. 
 
 ¥ITH grateful delight we survey 
 The work of this building complete: 
 We bless thee, dear Saviour, this day 
 We here are permitted to meet. 
 
 2 But what will this structure avail, 
 Unless thy kind presence is here ? 
 
 Our work will most certainly fail : 
 No fruit unto God will appear. 
 
 3 But sweet are thy promises. Lord — 
 On these let us ever depend : 
 
 They teach, where thy name we record, 
 Thy presence and grace will attend. 
 
1 SUNDAY-cCHOOL HY^^llsS. 
 
 470 5th p. M. 4 lines Ts 
 Laying a Foundation-Stone^ 
 
 LORD, to thee our songs we raise; 
 Hear our prayer, accept our praise \ 
 God of love ' our efforts own, 
 Laying this foundation-stone. 
 
 2 Grant thy blessing, God of tru«Ch, 
 To instruct the rising youth ; 
 
 Fix their hopes on Christ alone — 
 Christ, the sure Foundation-Stone. 
 
 3 We would here with one accord 
 Raise our songs to Christ the Lord — 
 Christ, thy well-beloved Son, 
 Chief and precious Corner-Stone. 
 
 4 Let our kind instructors prove 
 Blessings in their work of love ; 
 With thy grace their labors crown, 
 Fix'd on this Foundation-Stone. 
 
 5 Let thy grace, O Lord, be given; 
 Make us fit to dwell in heaven : 
 Thus may we, through Christ alone, 
 Each be found a "living stone." 
 
 471 L.M. 
 
 Dedication of a Simday -School Boom. 
 A CHILDREN'S temple here we build 
 li And consecrate it, Lord, to thee, 
 in hope that with thy presence fiU'd 
 
 These humble walls henceforth may be 
 
 2 When Christ, thy holy child, was born, 
 He had not where to lay his head : 
 
 Though King of kings, he did not scorn 
 The meanness of a manger-bed. 
 
 3 And is he not to-day the same ? 
 And deigns he not to visit there 
 
 Where two or three, in his great name, 
 Are met for worship, praise, and prayer ? 
 
DEDICATIONS. 273 
 
 4 Ah ' yes, where simple souls are taught 
 To know and do his Father's will, 
 
 Or infants to his arms are brought, 
 He welcomes all, and blesses still. 
 
 5 Come, Holy Ghost, while we draw nigh ; 
 Such life and power to us afford, 
 
 That each may Abba, Father, cry. 
 And young and old call Jesus Lord. 
 
 472 5th p. M. 4 Zine5 7s. 
 
 Opening of a Swnday-ScJiool Room. 
 
 HALLOW'D be this humble spot. 
 Like the place of Jacob's bed : 
 God was there — he knew it not 
 Till heaven open'd o'er his head. 
 
 2 Not in visions of the night, 
 God of Jacob ! on our way. 
 
 But in noon of gospel light 
 Here thy power and grace display, 
 
 3 Oft on embassies of love 
 Be descending angels sent. 
 
 And, returning, spread above 
 Joy o'er sinners that repent. 
 
 4 Here the children's angels see 
 Little ones to Jesus brought. 
 
 In thy nurture train'd for thee. 
 By thine admonition taught. 
 
 5 While thy ministers declare 
 All the counsel of thy will. 
 
 Lord, thy people's hearts prepare 
 Every precept to fulfill. 
 
 6 Here, when all that live are dead, 
 And successors fill their place, 
 
 Age by age may souls be led, 
 In this house, to seek thy face. 
 18 
 
274 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 473 CM 
 
 Against Intemperance. 
 
 ODO not touch the madd'ning bowl ! 
 'T will lead thee far astray ; 
 ^T will quench the gladness of thy soul, 
 And steal thy hopes away. 
 
 2 What numbers in the graveyard lie, 
 Who might be living still, 
 
 Had they been timely warn'd to fly 
 This fiery fount of ill ! 
 
 3 Now while their wretched offspring weep, 
 Their souls in darkness dwell ; 
 
 For justice must in anger sweep 
 The drunkard down to hell. 
 
 4 O, do not touch the madd'ning bowl ! 
 'T will lead thee far astray ; 
 
 ^Twill quench the gladness of thy soul, 
 And steal thy hopes away ! 
 
 474 CM. 
 
 TJie Drunkard. 
 
 THE drunkard wastes away his strength 
 For that which does no good ; 
 He madly drinks, and sees at length 
 His children pine for food. 
 
 2 The sparkling poison of the bowl 
 Makes all the man decay — 
 
 Creates a hell within his soul, 
 And clouds his troubled way. 
 
 3 And when at length he comes to die, 
 He shrieks in wild affright ; 
 
 For snaky fiends are gath'ring nigh — 
 Hell opens to his sight ! 
 
 4 Then let us to our ways attend, 
 For God in wrath decrees, 
 
 That drunkards shall at last descend 
 To endless agonies. 
 
TEMPERANCE. 27 § 
 
 475 s.M. 
 
 Mourning for tJie Lost. 
 
 MOURN for the thousands slain, 
 The youthful and the strong : 
 Mourn for the wine-cup's fatal reign, 
 And the deluded throng. 
 
 2 Mourn for the tarnish'd gem— 
 For reason's light divine 
 
 Quench'd from the soul's bright diadem, 
 Where God hath bid it shine. 
 
 3 Mourn for the ruin'd soul — 
 Eternal life and light 
 
 Lost by the fiery, madd'ning bowl, 
 And turn'd to hopeless night. 
 
 4 Mourn for the lost ; but call. 
 Call to the strong, the free : 
 
 Rouse them to shun that dreadfal fall, 
 And to the refuge flee. 
 
 5 Mourn for the lost ; but pray, 
 Pray to our God above. 
 
 To break the fell destroyer's sway, 
 And show his saving love. 
 
 476 CM. 
 
 Pledge to abandon Strong Drinks. 
 
 OTAKE the madd'ning bowl away, 
 Remove the pois'noas cup ; 
 My soul is sick — its burning ray 
 Plath drunk my spirit up. 
 
 2 Say not, " It hath a spell to soothe 
 The soul in mis'ry deep;" 
 
 Go, ask thy conscience if the bo\vl 
 Can give eternal sleep. 
 
 3 Go ! I will have no more of thee, 
 Thou bane of Adam's race ; 
 
 But to a heavenly fountain flee, 
 And drink the dews of grace. 
 
276 SUNDAY-SCHOOI, HYMNS. 
 
 477 L.M 
 
 ThanJcsgiAnng'Day. 
 
 WHAT isH to keep Thanksgiving-Day? 
 Is it to eat, and drink, and play, 
 Our work to leave, our friends to meet, 
 And please our taste with every sweet ? 
 
 2 No, 'tis a day of pious joy. 
 And we should every hour employ 
 In speaking of God's mercies given, 
 And raising grateful thoughts to heaven. 
 
 3 The friends we meet, the food we share, 
 The fire we feel, the clothes we wear, 
 And all the blessings that we prove. 
 Should fill our hearts with grateful love. 
 
 478 c.M. 
 
 Glory to God in the Highest 
 
 MORTALS, awake ! with angels join, 
 And chant the solemn la^r ; 
 Joy, love, and gratitude combine 
 To hail the' auspicious day. 
 
 2 In heaven the rapt'rous song began, 
 And sweet seraphic fire 
 
 Through all the shining legions ran, 
 And strung and tuned the lyre. 
 
 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, 
 And loud the echo roU'd ; 
 
 The theme, the song, the joy was new,- 
 'Twas more than heaven could hold. 
 
 4 Down through the portals of the sky 
 The' impetuous torrent ran ; 
 
 And angels flew, with eager joy, 
 To bear the news to man. 
 
 5 With joy the chorus we repeat, — 
 Glory to God on high! 
 
 Good-will and peace are now complete- 
 Jesus was born to die. 
 
CHRISTMAS. 277 
 
 6 Hail, Prince of life, forever hail ! 
 Redeemer, Brother, Friend ! 
 
 Though earth, and time, and life shall fails. 
 Thy praise shall never end. 
 
 7 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout, 
 And glory leads the song : 
 
 Good-will and peace are heard throughout 
 The' harmonious heavenly throng. 
 
 4 79 26th P. M. 76, 76, 76, 76. 
 
 Christmas -Morning. 
 
 THE glorious light is dawning, 
 And gilds the mountain's brow ; 
 To Bethlehem this morning. 
 
 Rejoicing, let us go. 
 We '11 sing the blissful story 
 
 The angels sang this morn — 
 How Christ, the King of glory. 
 Was in a stable born. 
 
 2 His diadem forsaking, 
 Pie laid his glory by ; 
 
 Our nature on him taking, 
 That he might bleed and die. 
 
 From sin and death to free us. 
 On wings of love he came — 
 
 For this the blessed Jesus 
 A little child became. 
 
 3 While shepherds, low adoring, 
 To him give homage meet, 
 
 And Eastern Magi pouring 
 Earth's treasures at his feet ; 
 
 We, now life's day is dawning, 
 Would our best off' rings bring, 
 
 And on this happy morning 
 Worship the new-born King. 
 
278 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 4 g Q 26th P. M. 76, 76, 76, 76. 
 
 Christmas. 
 
 SWEET is the song of heaven, 
 The anthem of the sky — 
 " Good will to man be given, 
 
 Glory to God on high :" 
 While every heart rejoices 
 
 To sing of peace on earth, 
 We'll tune our feeble voices, 
 To sing a Saviour's birth. 
 Sweet is the song of heaven. 
 
 The anthem of the sky— 
 *' Good-will to man be given, 
 Glory to God on high." 
 
 2 Publish the great salvation ; 
 
 Repeat the heavenly strain 
 Through every land and nation — 
 
 O'er every hill and plain : 
 Let notes of joy and gladness 
 
 The cheerfal strain prolong, 
 Nor let one note of sadness 
 
 Be mingled with the song. 
 Sweet is the song, &c, 
 
 481 30th P. M. 11, 10, 11, 10. 
 
 Th^ Star in the East. 
 
 BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the 
 morning, 
 Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; 
 Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 
 Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid. 
 
 5 2!old, on his cradle, the dew-drops are shining ; 
 
 Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall ; 
 A ngels adore him, in slumber reclining, — 
 
 Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour, of all. 
 
CHRISTMAS. 279 
 
 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, 
 Odors of Eden and off'rings divine — 
 
 Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, 
 Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the 
 mine? 
 
 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation ; 
 Vainly with gifts would his favor secure ; 
 
 Richer by far is the heart's adoration •, 
 Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 
 
 482 P. M. 7G, 76, 77, 70. 
 
 Christ the Song of Angels. 
 
 HAPPY angels ! still ye dwell 
 In yon worlds of glory ; 
 And in joyous anthem swell 
 
 Love's redeeming story. 
 Shining multitudes ! ye came 
 Oar Redeemer to proclaim ; 
 Still your song is just the same — 
 Glory, glory, glory ! 
 
 2 Angels, sing again with man — 
 Swell our strain of glory ; 
 
 Shout with us the wondrous plan, 
 
 Love's redeeming story. 
 Soon our stay on earth shall fail. 
 Soon shall drop the mortal vail, 
 Then in song and voice we'll hail, 
 Glory, glory, glory ! 
 
 3 Christ, our Lord, the theme^ the song-— 
 Then no more the stranger. 
 
 Welcomed by the shining throng, 
 
 In lone Bethlehem's manger. 
 Robed in peerless majesty. 
 Soon our eyes shall also see ; 
 Then we'll sing, " 'Tis He, 'tis He ! 
 Glory, glory, glory !" 
 
280 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 483 C..M. 
 
 Joy to the World. 
 
 JOY to the world, the Lord is come ! 
 Let earth receive her King ; 
 Let every heart prepare him room 
 And heaven and nature sing. 
 
 2 Joy to the world, the Saviour reigns! 
 Let men their songs employ ; 
 
 While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains 
 Repeat the sounding joy. 
 
 3 No more let sin and sorrow grow, 
 Nor thorns infest the ground ; 
 
 .He comes to make his blessings flow 
 Far as the curse is found. 
 
 484 L. M. 
 
 Nefw - Tear Hymn. 
 
 MAY this a happy new year be ; 
 We would begin it, Lord, with thee 
 O mercifully condescend 
 To be our Saviour, Shepherd, Friend. 
 
 2 Each day our youthful footsteps guide, 
 And keep us closely by thy side ; 
 
 Each night may we in safety rest 
 Within thy fold — upon thy breast. 
 
 3 Blest Saviour, we would bring to thee 
 A New Year's gift ; O may it be 
 
 A heart renew'd by grace divine. 
 Which thou will take and own as thine. 
 
 4 And we would ask a gift from thee — 
 Thine own best blessing let it be ; 
 The Comforter, the Holy Dove, 
 
 To teach our hearts a Saviour's love. 
 
 5 And when our years on earth are told, 
 Then take us to thy heavenly fold ; 
 May this our happy portion be — 
 
 To spend eternity with thee. 
 
NEW-YEAR. 281 
 
 485 CM. 
 
 ir&w - Tear's Bay. 
 
 A YEAR, another year, is fled : 
 Its issues who can tell ? 
 Millions of voices of the dead 
 Reply from heaven or hell. 
 
 2 All these were living at the birth 
 Of the departed year : 
 
 They all have vanish'd from the earth ; 
 We fill their places here. 
 
 3 Lost spirits from the dark abyss 
 Cry mournfully. Beware ! 
 
 Spirits in glory and in bliss 
 Sing joyfully, Prepare ! 
 
 4 Thus timely warn'd, and moved with fear, 
 Of wrath let us beware : , 
 
 For life or death, in this new year — 
 For earth and heaven prepare. 
 
 486 c-*f- 
 
 For a New - Year or Birthday. 
 
 SPARED to commence another year. 
 The past I now review : 
 How num'rous do my sins appear ' 
 How great thy mercies, too ! 
 
 2 I thank thee for thy tender care 
 Through all my infant days ; 
 
 And for each privilege I share. 
 That still thy love displays. 
 
 3 For Jesus' sake my sins forgive, 
 And strengthen me in grace ; 
 
 That to thy glory I may live. 
 And run the Christian race. 
 
 4 How long or short my course may be, 
 'T is not for me to know ; 
 
 But may I yield my heart to thee, / 
 
 And in thy favor grow. / 
 
282 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 437 7tliP. M. S lines 7s. 
 
 SiDiftness of Time. 
 
 WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun 
 Hasted through the former year. 
 Many souls their race have run, 
 Never more to meet us here : 
 Fix'd in their eternal state, 
 
 They have done with all below ; 
 We a little longer wait. 
 
 But how little none can know. 
 
 2 As the winged arrow flies, 
 Speedily, the mark to find ; 
 
 As the lightning from the skies 
 
 Darts, and leaves no trace behind, — 
 
 Swiftly thus our fleeting days 
 Bear us down life's rapid stream : 
 
 Upward, Lord, our spirits raise ; 
 All below is but a dream. 
 
 3 Thanks for mercies past receive ; 
 Pardon of our sins renew ; 
 
 Teach us henceforth how to live, 
 
 With eternity in view. 
 Bless thy word 'to young and old ; 
 
 Fill us with a Savioui's love ; 
 And when life's short tale is told, 
 
 May we dwell with thee above. 
 
 488 c.M 
 
 Tlie Beavenly Heralds of Peace. 
 
 LOVELY voices of the sky, 
 That hymn'd the Saviour's birth ! 
 Are ye not singing still on high. 
 
 Who once sang " Peace on earth?" 
 To us yet speak the blissful strains 
 
 Wherewith, in days gone by. 
 Ye bless'd the wond'ring Syrian swains, 
 O voices of the sky ! 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 283 
 
 2 O clear and shining light, whose beams 
 A heavenly glory shed 
 
 Around the palms, and o'er the streams, 
 And on the shepherds' head ! 
 
 Be near to us through life and death, 
 As in that holiest night 
 
 Of hope, and peace, and joy, and faith, 
 O clear and shining light ! 
 
 3 O star which led to Him whose love 
 Brought hope and mercy free ! 
 
 Where art thou ? Mid the host above ? 
 
 May we still gaze on thee ? 
 In heaven thy glories are not set ; 
 
 Thy rays earth might not dim ; 
 Send them to guide our youthful feet, 
 
 O star which led to him ! 
 
 4^9 Gth.V.M.. 6 lines 7s. 
 
 Parting with Missionaries: 
 
 WHEN shall we all meet again ? 
 When shall we all meet again T 
 Oft shall glowin.^ hope aspire, • 
 
 Oft shall wearied love retire, ^ 
 Oft shall death and sorrow reign, 
 Ere we all shall meet a*gain. 
 
 2 Though in distant lands we sigh, 
 Parch'd beneath the hostile sky ; 
 Though the deep between us rolls, * 
 Yet shall love unite our souls : 
 
 Oft in fancy's wide domain 
 There shall we all meet again. 
 
 3 When the dreams of life are fled, 
 When its wasted lamps are dead, 
 When in cold oblivion's shade 
 Beauty, wealth, and fame are laid — 
 Where immortal spirits reirn, 
 There may we all meet again. 
 
284 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 490 L.M. 
 
 Farewell to a Teacher. " 
 
 BEAR partner of our hopes and fears, 
 And wilt thou here no longer dwell, 
 To share our toils, and joys, and tears ? 
 And must we bid a sad farewell ? 
 
 2 Yes : thou must fill thy future lot 
 
 Far from thy fond and cherish 'd friends • 
 But not to be by us forgot 
 While life its beating pulses spends. 
 
 3 We '11 think of thee amid the scene 
 Of each returning Sabbath-day ; 
 
 And nowhere else with grief so keen, 
 Will mourn that thou art far away. 
 
 4 We '11 think of thee around the board 
 That speaks a dying Saviour's love ; 
 
 And trust our joy will be restored 
 In endless fellowship above. 
 
 5 Lord, let thy care his footsteps guard, 
 Thy choicest blessings fill his heart, 
 
 And crown him with thy rich reward. 
 Where Christian friends no more shall part 
 
 491 . L.M. 
 
 Dismissal of a Good Schola/r, 
 
 ¥E offer. Lord, an humble prayer. 
 And thank thee for thy grace bestow'd, 
 In leading one beneath our care 
 Thus far in wisdom's pleasant road. 
 
 2 Whatever to his lot may fall, — 
 What toilsome duties to fulfill, — 
 
 We do not know ; but in them all 
 Be thou his strength and comfort still. 
 
 3 May Jesus be his constant friend — 
 The Bible his support and stay ; 
 
 And may thy Spirit, Lord, descend, 
 To bless and guide him day by day. 
 
DEATH AND PUNERALS. 
 
 492 L. M. 
 
 Asleep in Jes-us. 
 
 ASLEEP in Jesus ! blessed sleep 
 From which none ever wakes to weep-* 
 h. calm and undisturb'd repose, 
 Unbroken by the last of foes. 
 
 2 Asleep in Jesus ! O how sweet 
 To be for such a slumber meet ! 
 With holy confidence to sing, 
 
 That death has lost his venom'd sting ! 
 
 3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest, 
 Whose waking is supremely blest : 
 No fear, no woe, shall dim the hour 
 That manifests the Saviour's power. 
 
 4 Asleep in Jesus ! for me 
 May such a blissful refuge be : 
 Securely shall my ashes lie. 
 
 And wait the summons from on high. 
 
 5 Asleep in Jesus ! time nor space 
 Affects this precious hiding-place : 
 On Indian plains or Lapland snows 
 Believers find the same repose. 
 
 6 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee 
 Thy kindred and their graves may be : 
 But thine is still a blessed sleep, 
 From which none ever wake to weep. 
 
286 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 493 L.M. 
 
 Death of a Scholcvr. 
 
 A MOURNING class, a vacant seat 
 Tell us that one we loved to meet 
 Will join our youthful throng no more 
 Till all these changing scenes are o'er, 
 
 2 No more that voice we loved to hear 
 Shall fill her teacher's list'ning ear ; 
 No more its tones shall join to swell 
 The songs that of a Saviour tell. 
 
 3 That welcome face, that sparkling eye, 
 And sprightly form, must buried lie 
 Deep in the cold and silent gloom, 
 
 The rayless night, that fills the tomb. 
 
 4 God tells us, by this mournful death, 
 How vain and fleeting is our breath, 
 And bids. our souls prepare to meet 
 The trial of his judgment-seat. 
 
 494 s. M. 
 
 Deaih of a Pious Child, 
 
 WHEN sickness, pain, and death 
 Come o'er a godly child,. 
 How sweetly then departs the bream ^ 
 The dying pang how mild ! 
 
 2 It gently sink^ to rest. 
 As once it used to do 
 
 Upon its mother's tender breast, 
 And as securely too. 
 
 3 The spirit is not dead. 
 Though low the body lies ; 
 
 •But, freed from sin and sorrow, fled 
 To dwell beyond the skies. 
 
 4 That death is but a sleep 
 Beneath a Saviour's care ; 
 
 And he will surely safely keep 
 The body resting there. 
 
DEATH AND FUNERALS. 287 
 
 495 c.M. 
 
 Death of a Cliild. 
 
 LIFE is a span, a fleeting hour, — 
 How soon the vapor flies ! 
 Man is a tender, transient flower, 
 That e'en in blooming dies. 
 
 2 Death spreads his with'ring, wint'ry arms, 
 And beauty smiles no more : 
 
 Ah ! where are now those rising charms 
 Which pleased our eyes before ? 
 
 3 That once loved form, now cold and dead,, 
 Each mournful thought employs : 
 
 We weep our earthly comforts fled, 
 And v/ither'd all our joys. 
 
 4 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, 
 When what we now deplore 
 
 Shall rise in full, immortal prime, 
 And bloom to fade no more. 
 
 49G CM. 
 
 Death of a Teacher. 
 K S, bow'd by sudden storms, the rose 
 jtI. Sinks on the garden's breast, 
 Down to the grave our brother goes, 
 
 In silence there to rest. 
 No more with us his tuneful voice 
 The hymn of praise shall sv/ell ; 
 No more his cheerful heart rejoice 
 When peals the Sabbath bell. 
 
 2 Yet, if in yonder cloudless sphere, 
 
 Amid a sinless throng, 
 He utters in his Saviour's ear 
 
 The everlasting song. 
 No more we '11 mourn the absent friend, 
 
 But lift our earnest prayer, 
 And daily every effort bend 
 
 To rise and join liim there. 
 
288 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 497 s.M. 
 
 Death of a Tea-cTier. 
 
 WEEP, little children, weep, 
 A teacher gone before ; 
 For those that loved to see his face. 
 Shall see his face no more. 
 
 2 Yet all whom once he taught 
 To sit at Jesus' feet. 
 
 And seek the blessedness he sought, 
 May him in glory meet. 
 
 3 Grieve, brother teachers, grieve : 
 With you he bore the cross ; 
 
 And gladly, for a crown of life. 
 Accounted all things loss. 
 
 4 His eye, his voice, his hand 
 Still marshal you along : 
 
 A fearless, firm, united band — 
 Quit you like men — be strong. 
 
 5 Strong in the Lord was he^ 
 And valiant for the truth : 
 
 Go, train your little ones to be 
 Christ's soldiers from their youth. 
 
 ^()g 6th P. M. 6 Zme^ 7s, 
 
 The Ea/rly Dead. 
 
 CHILDREN, like the early flower, 
 Often droop and lose their bloom — 
 Pass away in childhood's hour. 
 
 To the cold and silent tomb ; 
 Bodies laid beneath the sod — 
 Spirits gone away to God ! 
 2 Oft along the busy street 
 
 Sad and tearful mourners go ; 
 Mothers for their children weep^ 
 
 Weep that death has laid them low : 
 Nipp'd the buds before their bloom — 
 Hid them in the silent tomb. 
 
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 3 But the little ones who hear 
 
 Kind instruction's warning voice, — 
 Turn to truth a willing ear, 
 
 And in wisdom's ways rejoice, — 
 Need not fear the spoiler's blow, 
 Though he lay the spring-buds low ! 
 
 4 God will gather them again ; 
 In his garden they will grow, 
 
 On that green and lovely plain. 
 
 Where the crystal waters flow, 
 Never more to lay their head 
 Faintly on the cold earth-bed. 
 
 4 9-9 P. M. 12, 11, 12, 11. 
 
 Thou art gone to the Grave. 
 
 THOU art gone to the grave ; but we will not 
 deplore thee, 
 Though sorrow and darkness encompass the 
 tomb : 
 The Saviour hath pass'd through its portals be- 
 fore thee, 
 And the lamp of his love is thy guide through 
 the gloon^. 
 
 2 Thou art gone to the grave : we no longer be- 
 
 hold thee, 
 Nor tread the rough paths of the world by 
 thy side ; 
 But the wide arms of mercy are spread to in- 
 fold thee ; 
 And sinners may hope, since the Saviour hath 
 died. 
 
 3 Thou art gone to the grave ; but we will not 
 
 deplore thee, 
 Since God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and 
 guide : 
 He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore 
 thee, [hath died. 
 
 And death has no sting, since the Savioui 
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290 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
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 Cro to thy Rest, my Giild. 
 
 GO to thy rest, my child — 
 Go to thy dreamless bed ; 
 Gentle, and meek, and mild. 
 
 With blessings on thy head : 
 Fresh roses in thy hand, 
 
 Biids on thy pillow laid. 
 Haste from this fearful land, 
 Where flowers so quickly fade. 
 
 2 Before thy heart might learn 
 In waywardness to stray, — 
 
 Before thy feet could turn 
 The dark and downward way, — 
 
 Ere sin might wound thy breast, 
 Or sorrow wake the tear, 
 
 Rise to thy home of rest 
 In yon celestial sphere. 
 
 3 Because thy smile was fair, 
 Thy lips and eyes so bright, — 
 
 Becauo^ thy cradle-care 
 Was such a fond delight, — 
 
 Shall love, with weak emt)race, 
 Thy heavenward flight detain ? 
 
 No, angel ! seek thy place 
 Amid yon cherub train. 
 
 501 L.M. 
 
 Death of a Teadien 
 
 THE voice is hush'd — the gentle voice, 
 That told us of a Saviour's love ; 
 And made our youthful hearts rejoice 
 In hope of heaven, our home above. 
 
 2 The eye is dim — the loving eye. 
 That beam'd so fondly on us here ; 
 
 Seal'd up in death, the "anxious sigh 
 No more bedews it with a tear ! 
 
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 3 But in the land beyond the grave, 
 That voice will swell in rapt'rous tone 
 
 The song to Him who died to save, 
 And bring the weary trav'ler home. 
 
 4 That eye, with holy radiance bright, 
 Shall kindle like the stars of even ; 
 
 Like them shall pierce the shades of night, 
 And sweetly shine on us from heaven. 
 
 5 That brow shall wear its glittering cro\vn, 
 When sun and stars no more shall shine ; 
 
 When death shall lay his scepter down — 
 The grave her empire shall resign. 
 
 6 Then let us weep as Jesus wept ; 
 Hallow'd by love each gentle sigh ; 
 
 Since in the grave our Saviour slept, 
 The Christian need not fear to die. 
 
 502 CM. 
 
 Death of a Young Pet^son. 
 
 WHEN blooming youth is snatch'd away 
 By death's relentless hand. 
 On- hearts the mournful tribute pay 
 Which pity must demand. 
 
 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, 
 O may this truth, impress'd 
 
 With awful power — I too must die — 
 Sink deep in every breast. 
 
 3 Let this vain world delude no more ; 
 Behold the gaping tomb ! 
 
 It bids us seize the present hour — 
 To-morrow death may come. 
 
 4 The voice of this alarming scene 
 Let every heart obey ; 
 
 Nor be the heavenly warning vain 
 Which calls to watch and pray. 
 
292 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 5Q3 9th p. M. 87, 87. 
 
 Funeral Bynrm. 
 
 QISTER, thou wast mild and lovely, 
 U Gentle as the summer breeze, 
 Pleasant as the air of evening 
 When it floats among the trees. 
 
 2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber, 
 Peaceful in the grave so low : 
 
 Thou no more wilt join our number, — 
 Thou no more our songs shalt know. 
 
 3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us ! 
 Here thy loss we deeply feel ; 
 
 But 'tis God that hath bereft us — 
 Pie can all our sorrow heal. 
 
 4 Yet again we hope to meet thee, 
 When the day of life is fled ; 
 
 Then, in heaven, with joy to greet thee, 
 Where no farewell tear is shed. 
 
 504 8th P. M. 87, 87, 47, 
 
 Death of a ScJiolar. 
 
 WHERE we oft have met in gladness, 
 On the holy Sabbath-day, 
 Slowly now, with tearful sadness, 
 Each pursues his lonely way; 
 
 Tears are falling — 
 On this holy Sabbath-day. 
 
 2 One we loved has left our number 
 For the dark and silent tomb ; 
 
 Closed his eyes in deathless slumber- 
 Faded in his early bloom : 
 
 Hear us, Saviour, — 
 Thou hast blest the lonely tomb. 
 
DEATH AND FUNERALS. 293 
 
 3 Through its dark and narrow portal 
 Once they bore thee to thy rest ; 
 
 There a ray of light immortal, 
 Like a sunbeam from the west, 
 
 Burst the shadows — 
 And the grave thenceforth was blest. 
 
 4 By the light that thus was given 
 To the darkness of the tomb — 
 
 By the blessed light of heaven. 
 Gilding scenes of earthly gloom, — 
 
 Star of gladness, — 
 All our night with joy illume. 
 
 5 From our circle, little brother. 
 Early hast thou pass'd away ! 
 
 But the angels say, — Another 
 Joins our holy song to-day ! 
 
 Weep no longer — 
 Join with them the sacred lay. 
 
 505 c.M 
 
 Death of a Scholar. 
 
 DEATH has been here, and borne away 
 A brother from our side : 
 Just in the morning of his day. 
 As young as we, he died. 
 
 2 Not long ago he fill'd his place, 
 And sat with us to learn ; 
 
 But he has run his mortal race. 
 And never can return. 
 
 3 Perhaps our time may be as short — 
 Our days may fly as fast : 
 
 O Lord, impress the solemn thought 
 That this may be our last. 
 
 4 We cannot tell who next may fall 
 Beneath thy chast'ning rod : 
 
 One must be first ; but let us all 
 Prepare to meet our God. 
 
204 SUNDAY-SCHOOL IIYMXS. 
 
 506 CM. 
 
 A Teacher's Death. . 
 
 WE lift to heaven our tearful eyes, 
 And bow in sadness here ; 
 For cold in death our teacher lies, 
 Upon the lowly bier. 
 
 2 We never more shall hear the word 
 Of wisdom from that tongue : 
 
 Gone now to reap a rich reward — 
 The work of earth is done ! 
 
 3 Asleep in death — but not the word 
 Of wisdom from that tongue ; 
 
 To-day, it bids us seek the Lord, 
 Before the night comes on. 
 
 4 O may we heed the counsel wise. 
 By our dear teacher given ; 
 
 And meet that spirit in the skies. 
 And share the bliss of heaven ! 
 
 507 CM. 
 
 At the Gra/ve of a Child. 
 
 WHO shall forbid our grateful woe, 
 Our tears of love to start ? 
 There 's balm in their assuaging flow 
 To heal the wounded heart, 
 
 2 Here rest thee, till our longer race 
 And heavier toils shall close ; 
 
 Then shall we seek thy resting-place, 
 And share thy long repose. 
 
 3 We plant thee here, with tears bedew'd, 
 Bright flower of heavenly dye ; 
 
 And often shall our griefs, renew'd, 
 These flowing founts supply. 
 
 4 But thou shalt yet in beauty bloom, 
 A plant of Paradise ; 
 
 And gladden with thy bweet perfume 
 Our mansion in the skies. 
 
DEATH AND FUNERALS. 295 
 
 508 s.M. 
 
 Death of a Minister. 
 
 I> EST from thy labors, rest, 
 A; Soul of the just set free ! 
 Blest be thy memory, and blest 
 Thy bright example be. ** 
 
 2 Now, toil and conflict o'er. 
 Go take with paints thy place : 
 
 But go, as each hath gone before, 
 A sinner saved by grace. 
 
 3 Lord Christ, into thy hands 
 Oar pastor we resign ; 
 
 And now we wait thine own commands — 
 We were not his, but thine. 
 
 4 Thou art thy Church's Head ; 
 And when the members die, 
 
 Thou raisest others in their stead — 
 To thee we lift our eye. 
 
 5 On thee our hopes depend : 
 We gather round our Rock : 
 
 Send whom thou wilt, but condescend 
 Thyself to feed thy flock. 
 
 509 CM. 
 
 At a FimeraL 
 
 CALM on the bosom of thy God, 
 Dear spirit, rest thee now ; 
 E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod, 
 His seal was on thy brow. 
 
 2 Dust, to its narrow home beneath ; 
 
 Soul, to its rest on high ; 
 They that have seen thy look in death, 
 
 No more may fear to die. 
 
THE FUTURE WORLD. 
 
 510 CM. 
 
 * Tlie Promised Land. 
 
 ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 
 And cast a wishful eye 
 To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
 Where my possessions lie. 
 
 2 O the transporting, rapturous scene, 
 That rises to my sight ! 
 
 Sweet fields array'd in living green, 
 And rivers of delight. 
 
 3 There gen'rous fruits that never fail, 
 On trees immortal grow ; 
 
 There rock, and hill, and brook, and vale 
 With milk and honey flow. 
 
 4 O'er all those wide-extended plains 
 Shines one eternal day ; 
 
 There God the Son forever reigns, 
 And scatters night away. 
 
 5 No chilling winds, or pois'nous breatl 
 Can reach that healthful shore ; 
 
 Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
 Are felt and fear'd no more. 
 
 6 When shall I reach that happy place. 
 And be forever blest ? 
 
 When shall I see my Father's face, 
 ■ And in his bosom rest? 
 
 7 Fill'd with delight, my raptured soul 
 Would here no longer stay : 
 
 Though Jordan's waves around me roll. 
 Fearless I 'd launch away. 
 
THE FUTURE WORLD. 297 
 
 511 S.M. 
 Eeaven amd ReU. 
 
 THERE is beyond the sky 
 A heaven of joy and love ; 
 And holy children, when they die, 
 Go to that world above. 
 
 2 There is a dreadful hell, 
 And everlasting pains ; 
 
 There sinners must with devils dwell. 
 In darkness, fire, and chains. 
 
 3 Can such a child as I 
 Escape this awful end ? 
 
 And may 1 hope, whene'er I die, 
 I shall to heaven ascend? 
 
 4 Then will I read and pray. 
 While I have life and breath ; 
 
 Lest I should be cut off to-day, 
 And sent to' eternal death. 
 
 512 L.M. 
 
 Children in HeoA^en. 
 
 HAPPY the children who are gone 
 To live with Jesus Christ in peace ! 
 Who stand around his glorious throne, 
 Redeem'd by blood, and saved by grace. 
 
 2 The Saviour, whom they loved below, 
 Hath kindly wiped their tears away ; 
 
 No sin, no sorrow there they know, 
 But bask in one eternal day. 
 
 3 Now to their golden harps they sing, 
 While tens of thousands join the songs, 
 
 Hosanna to the' immortal King 
 To whom immortal praise belongs ! 
 
 4 Most gracious Lord ! O may we be 
 All brought with them in bliss to join ; 
 
 Thy sacred countenance to see, 
 And sing thy mercies all divine ! 
 
298 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
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 The Blood-washed Tirong. 
 
 WHO are these in bright array ? 
 This innumerable throng, 
 Round the altar, night and day, 
 
 Tuning their triumphant song ? 
 " Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, 
 
 Blessing, honor, glory, power, 
 Wisdom, riches, to obtain. 
 New dominion every hour." 
 
 2 These through iiery trials trod. 
 These from great affliction came ; 
 
 Now, before the throne of God, 
 Seal'd with his eternal name. 
 
 Clad in raiment pure and white, 
 Victor-palms in every hand, 
 
 Through their great Redeemer's might 
 More than conquerors they stand. 
 
 3 Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown. 
 On immortal fruits they feed : 
 
 Them the Lamb, amid the throne, 
 Shall to living fountains lead : 
 
 Joy and gladness banish sighs. 
 Perfect love dispels their fears ; 
 
 And forever from their eyes 
 
 God shall wipe away their tears. 
 
 514 CM, 
 
 Tlie Ileanenly Jerusalem, 
 
 JERUSALEM ! my happy home ! 
 Name ever dear to me ! 
 When shall my labors have an end, 
 In joy, and peace, and thee ? 
 
 2 O when, thou city of my God, 
 Shall I thy courts ascend. 
 
 Where congregations ne'er break up, 
 And Sabbaths have no end ? 
 
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 3 Why should I shrink at pain and wo€ ? 
 Or feel at death dismay ? 
 
 1 've Canaan's goodly land in view, 
 
 And realms of endless day. 
 
 4 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there, 
 Around my Saviour stand ; 
 
 And soon my friends in Christ below 
 Will join the glorious band. 
 
 5 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 
 My soul still pants for thee : 
 
 Then will my labors have an end. 
 When I thy joys shall see. 
 
 515 CM. 
 
 T?ie Yoimg in Eea/ve7i. 
 
 WHAT souls are those that venture neai 
 The throne of God to see ? 
 Ten thousand happy ones, who here 
 Were children such as we ! 
 
 2 Their sins the Saviour wash'd away — 
 He made them white and clean ; 
 
 They loved his Word, they loved his day, 
 They loved him though unseen. 
 
 3 Now under many a grassy mound 
 Their youthful bodies rest. 
 
 But safe their happy souls are found 
 Wpon their Saviour's breast. 
 
 4 O may we travel, as they trod. 
 The path that leads to heaven, 
 
 And seek forgiveness from that God 
 Who hath their sins forgiven. 
 
 5 Dear Saviour ! hear our humble cry, 
 And our young hearts renew ; 
 
 Then raise our ransom'd souls on high, 
 That we may see thee too. 
 
300 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 5Jg P.M. 86, 868. 
 
 Glory to God in the EigTiest. 
 
 AROUND the throne of God in heaven, 
 Thousands of children stand ; 
 Children whose sins are all forgiven, 
 
 A holy, happy band — 
 Singing glory, glory, glory. 
 
 2 What brought them to that world above, 
 That heaven so bright and fair — 
 
 Where all is peace, and joy, and love? — 
 
 How came those children there, 
 Singing glory, glory, glory ? 
 
 3 Because the Saviour shed his blood 
 To wash away their sin ; 
 
 Bathed in that pure and precious flood. 
 
 Behold them white and clean — 
 Singing glory, glory, glory. 
 
 4 On earth they sought their Saviour's grace, 
 On earth they loved his name ; 
 
 So now they see his blessed face. 
 
 And stand before the Lamb — 
 Singing glory, glory, glory. 
 
 5J7 4th P. M. 886, 886. 
 
 Bliss-inspiring Rope. 
 
 COME on, my partners in distress, 
 My comrades through the wilderness, 
 Who still your bodies feel : 
 Awhile forget your griefs and fears. 
 And look beyond this vale of tears. 
 To that celestial hill. 
 
 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space. 
 Look forward to that heavenly place, 
 
 The saints' secure abode ; 
 On taith's strong eagle pinions rise, 
 And force your passage to the skies, 
 
 And scale the mount of God. 
 
THE FUTURE WOULD. 301 
 
 3 Who suffer with our Master here, 
 We shalf before his face appear, 
 
 And by his side sit down : 
 To patient faith the prize is sure ; 
 And all that to the end endure 
 
 The cross, shall wear the crown. 
 
 4 Thrice blessed, bliss-inspiring hope ! 
 It lifts the fainting spirits up ; 
 
 It brings to life the dead : 
 Our conflicts here shall soon be past,* 
 And you and I ascend at last, 
 
 Triumphant with our Head. 
 
 5 That great mysterious Deity 
 We soon with open face shall see ; 
 
 The beatific sight 
 Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise, 
 And wide diffuse the golden blaze 
 
 Of everlasting light. 
 
 518 CM. 
 
 The Heavenly Canaan. 
 
 THERE is a land of pure delight, 
 Where saints immortal reign ; 
 Infinite day excludes the night, 
 And pleasures banish pain. 
 
 2 There everlasting spring abides, 
 And never-with'ring flowers : 
 
 Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
 This heavenly land from ours. 
 
 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 
 Stand dress'd in living green ; 
 
 So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 
 While Jordan roll'd between. 
 
 4 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 
 And view the landscape o'er, 
 
 Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, 
 Should fright us from the shore. 
 
302 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 519 • LM. 
 
 Tlie Wicked Child judged. 
 
 HOW dreadful, Lord, will be ttie day 
 When all the slumb'ring dead shall rise, 
 And those who dared to disobey 
 Be brought before thy searching eyes ! 
 
 2 The wicked child, who often heard 
 His faithful teachers speak of thee. 
 
 And fled from every serious word, 
 Shall not be able then to flee. 
 
 3 No teacher, then, shall bid him pray 
 To Him who now the sinner hears ; 
 
 Fbr Christ himself shall turn away. 
 And show no pity to his tears. 
 
 4 Great God ! I tremble at the thought, 
 And at thy feet for mercy bend. 
 
 That when to judgment I am brought, 
 The Judge himself may be my friend. 
 
 520 c.M. 
 
 Preparation for Heaven. 
 A HAPPY land ! O happy land ! 
 \j Where saints and angels dwell ; 
 We long to join that glorious band, 
 
 And all their anthems swell. 
 But every voicfe in yonder throng 
 
 On earth has breathed a prayer ; 
 No lips untaught may join that song, 
 
 Or learn the nlusic there. 
 
 2 Thou heavenly j^riend ! thou heavenly Friend ) 
 
 O hear us when we pray ; 
 Now let thy pard'ning grace descend, 
 
 And take our sins away. 
 Be all our fresh, our youthful days, 
 
 To thy blest service given : 
 Then we shall meet to sing thy praise, 
 
 A ransom'd band in heaven. 
 
THE FUTURE WORLD. 303 
 
 521 CM. 
 
 CJiurch "below and above. 
 
 HAPPY the souls to Jesus join'd, 
 And saved by grace alone ; 
 Walking in all his ways, they find 
 Their heaven on earth begun. 
 
 2 The Church triumphant in thy love, 
 Their mighty joys we know : 
 
 They sing the Lamb in hymns above, 
 And we in hymns below. 
 
 3 Thee in thy glorious realm they praise, 
 And bow before thy throne ; 
 
 We in the kingdom of thy grace : 
 The kingdoms are but one. 
 
 4 The holy to the holiest leads, 
 And thence our spirits rise ; 
 
 For he that in thy statutes treads. 
 Shall meet thee in the skies. 
 
 522 CM. 
 
 Eternity. 
 
 HOW long sometimes a day appears ! 
 And weeks, how long are they ! 
 Months move along as if the years 
 Would never pass away. 
 
 2 But months and years are passing by 
 And soon must all be gone ; 
 
 For day by day, as minutes fly. 
 Eternity comes on. 
 
 3 Days, months, and years must have an end; 
 Eternity has none : 
 
 *T will always have as long to run 
 As when it first begun. 
 
 4 Great God, an infant cannot tell 
 How such a thing can be : 
 
 I only pray that I may dwell 
 That long, long time with thee. 
 
304 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
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 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, 
 To mourning wand'iers given , 
 There is a joy for souls distress'd, 
 A balm for every wounded breast,— 
 'T is found above — m heaven. 
 
 2 There is a home lor weary souls 
 By sin and sorrow driven, 
 
 When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoais 
 Where storms arise and ocean rolls, 
 And all is dreai but heaven. 
 
 3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye, 
 To brighter prospects given ; 
 
 And views the tempest passing by, 
 The evening shadows quickly fly, 
 And all serene in heaven. 
 
 4 There fragrant flowers immortal blooni 
 And joys supreme are given ; 
 
 There rays divine disperse the gloom — 
 Beyond the confines of the tomb 
 Appears the dawn of heaven. 
 
 524 3d P, M. 4 6s & 2 8s,. 
 
 ITappiness of Heaven. 
 
 BEFORE the Father's throne 
 There is a happy band. 
 Who home have early flown, 
 
 And in his presence stand : 
 Once little children here they were, 
 But now angelic bliss they share. 
 2 They hear the Saviour's voice, 
 
 His glorious face behold ; 
 Forever they rejoice, 
 
 And to their harps of gold 
 They sing the Saviour's dying love, 
 Which brought them to that fold above- 
 
CLOSING. 
 
 525 s.M. 
 
 For a Blt'f,sing on the, Seed soion. 
 
 I^IATHER of mercies, hear : 
 On us look kindly down : 
 Our humble labors deign to cheer, 
 And with thy favor crown. 
 
 2 In youthfuf hearts the seed 
 01 sacred truth we sow : 
 
 Now, Lord, the blessing that we need 
 Freely do thou bestow. 
 
 3 Then, though the sower weep, 
 Ere long, with thankful voice. 
 
 Both he who sows and they who reap 
 Together shall rejoice. 
 
 4 Thou dost the seed prepare, 
 And make it spring when sown,- 
 
 And if a hundred-told it bear. 
 The praise is all thine own. 
 
 526 5th P. M. 4 Zzwc* 7s. 
 
 For a Blessing on the School, 
 
 GOD o'er all, supremely blest; 
 God, in Christ made manifest ; 
 God, the Spirit — One in Three — 
 Make thy children one with thee. 
 
 2 Thou art power, and love, and light ; 
 By that threefold cord unite 
 
 All our schools, with large increase, 
 In thy covenant of peace. 
 
 3 Then the living, year by year. 
 Shall recruit our numbers here, 
 And our dying friends supply 
 Fresh accessions to the sky. 
 
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306 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 .^27 8tli p. M. 87, 87, 47. 
 
 Preparation for the, IleavenVy SaMath. 
 
 NOW is done the time of teaching, 
 Ended is the hour we love ; 
 Hush'd the voice of friends beseeching 
 Us to seek for joys above : 
 
 Precious Sabbaths ! 
 Swiftly, O ! they swiftly move. 
 
 2 Wake, then, every tender feeling ! 
 Ere from school we go away ; 
 
 Saviour, come, thy grace revealing. 
 Every troubled thought allay — 
 
 Make us holy, 
 On the sacred Sabbath-day. 
 
 3 Soon our Sabbaths will be ended, 
 All our Sabbath schools be past ; 
 
 Like the leaf, to earth descended, 
 Wither'd in the autumn blast : 
 
 Life is passing — 
 We must see the grave at last. 
 
 4 Then may heaven be beaming o'er us, 
 
 With its sunny glories bright ; 
 
 And, with millions saved before us. 
 
 May we join in worlds of light. 
 
 Praising Jesus, 
 Where the Sabbath knows no night. 
 
 528 P. M. 776, 6669. 
 
 Rarting. 
 
 HERE we suffer grief and pain. 
 Here we meet to part again ; 
 In heaven we part no more. 
 
 Chorus. — O that will be joyful ! 
 Joyful, joyful, joyful ! 
 O that will be joyful ! 
 When we meet to part no more ! 
 
CLOSING. 307 
 
 2 All who love the Lord below, 
 When they die to heaven will go, 
 
 And sing with saints above. 
 O that will be joyful, &c. 
 
 3 Holy children will be there. 
 
 Who have sought the Lord by prayer, 
 From every Sunday school. 
 O that will be joyful, &c. 
 
 4 Teachers, too, shall meet above, 
 And our pastors, whom we love, 
 
 Shall meet to part no more. 
 O that will be joyful, &c. 
 
 5 O how happy we shall be ! 
 For our Saviour we shall see, 
 
 Exalted on his throne ! 
 
 O that will be joyful, &c. 
 
 6 There we all shall sing with J05r, 
 And eternity employ 
 
 In praising Christ the Lord. 
 O that will be joyful, &c. 
 
 529 c.M. 
 
 ClosiTig School. 
 
 AND now another hour is past, 
 Of kind instruction given ; 
 And this, perhaps, may be the last 
 On this side hell or heaven. 
 
 2 And is it so ? How-dread the thought, 
 And yet indeed how true ! 
 
 If I could feel it as I ought, 
 This day, what should 1 do ? 
 
 3 O surely prize it more and more, 
 And pray that God would give 
 
 A death of gain, if life be o'er. 
 And blessing, if I live. 
 
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 530 s.M. 
 
 Sympathy and Mutual Lone, 
 
 BLEST be the tie that binds 
 Our hearts in Christian love; 
 The fellowship of kindred minds 
 Is like to that above. 
 
 2 Before our Father's throne 
 We pour our ardent prayers ; 
 
 Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,-^ 
 Our comforts and our cares. 
 
 3 We share our mutual woes ; 
 Our mutual burdens bear; 
 
 And often for each other flows 
 The sympathizing tear. 
 
 4 When we asunder part, 
 It gives us inward pain ; 
 
 But we shall still be join'd in heart, 
 Arid hope to meet again. 
 
 5 This glorious hope revives 
 Our courage by the way ; 
 
 While each in expectation lives, 
 And longs to see the day. 
 
 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 
 And sin we shall be free ; 
 
 And perfect love and friendship reign 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 53 J 9th P. M. 87, 87. 
 
 A Blessing sougJit on Instruction given. 
 
 HEAVENLY Father, grant thy blessing 
 On the teaching of this day ; 
 That our hearts thy fear possessing, 
 
 May from sin be turn'd away. 
 2 Have we wander'd ? O ! forgive us : 
 Have we wish'd from truth to rove ? 
 Turn, O ! turn us, and receive us, 
 And incline us truth to love. 
 
CLOSING. 309 
 
 532 L.M. 
 
 Lord^ dismiss us, 
 
 ETERNAL Father, God of grace ! 
 Who dwellest in this holy place, 
 Hear us, O hear us, while we pray, 
 And send us not unblest away ! 
 
 2 Look on us now, and bless us here : 
 We fain would worship in thy fear : 
 O be thy shadow round us spread, 
 
 O be thy Spirit on us shed, 
 
 3 Not many years our feet have run, 
 Yet hast thou watch'd them every one : 
 May all our future years be bright 
 With beams of heavenly love and light. 
 
 4 In life, and when we come to die, 
 Be thou our guardian ever. nigh ; 
 And may the pang that sets us free 
 Waft every spirit home to thee ! 
 
 533 c.M. 
 
 Closing ScJiool. 
 
 JESUS, we cast ourselves on thee — 
 On thee our works we cast : 
 The Alpha and Omega be 
 In all, the first and last. i 
 
 2 If well we anything have done, 
 'Tis owing to thy grace : 
 
 What therefore we with prayer begun, 
 We now conclude with praise. 
 
 3 We praise thee for our teachers' care. 
 To us their scholars show'd : 
 
 If forward brought to-day we are, 
 It is the gift of God. 
 
 4 We praise thee for our hope to know 
 The wisdom from above. 
 
 And own that all our blessings flow 
 From thy redeeming love. 
 
810 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
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 Sci/viour, protect us. 
 
 EOR a season call'd to part, 
 Let us now ourselves commend 
 To the gracious eye and heart 
 Of our ever-present Friend. 
 
 2 Jesus, hear our humble prayer, 
 Tender Shepherd of thy sheep ; 
 
 Let thy mercy, and thy care, 
 All our soujs in safety keep. 
 
 3 What we each have now been taught, 
 Let our memories retain : 
 
 May we, if we live, be brought 
 Here to meet in peace again, 
 
 4 Then, if thou instruction bless, 
 Songs of praises shall be given : 
 
 We '11 our thankfulness express. 
 Here on earth and when in heaven. 
 
 535 c.M, 
 
 T7ie Fathered Jewels. 
 
 WHEN thou shalt make thy jewels up. 
 And set thy starry crown ; 
 When all thy gems, O Lord, shall shine, 
 
 Proclaim'd by thee thine own, — 
 2 May we, a little band of love. 
 Poor sinners, saved by grace, 
 From glory unto glory changed, 
 Behold thee face to face. 
 
 536 L.M. 
 
 A Blessing sought wpon the Lesson. 
 
 WRITE upon my mem'ry. Lord, 
 The texts and doctrines of thy Word ; 
 That I may break thy laws no more, 
 But love thee better than before! 
 
CLOSING. 311 
 
 2 With thoughts of Christ, and things divine, 
 Fill up this foolish heart of mine ; 
 That, hoping pardon through his blood, 
 I may lie down and wake with God. 
 
 537 s. M. 
 
 Parting. 
 
 ONCE more, before we part, 
 We'll bless the Saviour's name : 
 Record his mercies, every heart ; 
 Sing, every tongue, the same. 
 2 May we receive his word, 
 
 And feed thereon and grow ; 
 Go on to seek, and know the Lord, 
 And practice what we know. 
 
 53 g 5th P. M. 4/2>zg5 7s. 
 
 Evening : Communion ivitJi God, 
 
 SOFTLY now the light of day 
 Fades upon our sight away ; 
 Free from care, from labor free, 
 Lord, we would commune with thee, 
 2 Soon from us the light of day 
 Shall forever pass away ; 
 Then, from sin and sorrow free, ^ 
 
 Take us, Lord, to dwell with thee. 
 
 530 P.M. 96, 96. 
 
 ProA/er for Giddance. 
 
 OGOD ! protector of the lowly— 
 Of all that trust in thee ; 
 Without whom nothing strong or holy, 
 
 And nothing good can be ! 
 2 Guide thou our steps to heavenly glory, 
 
 And teach us so to choose, ^ 
 
 As not for pleasures transitory 
 Eternal bliss to lose. 
 
312 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
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 Farting Hymn. 
 
 COME, children, ere we part, 
 Bless the Redeemer's name — 
 Join every tongue and heart 
 To celebrate his fame. 
 
 Jesus, the children's Friend, • 
 Him whom our souls adore, 
 Kis praises have no end ; 
 Praise him forever more. 
 
 2 Lord, in thy grace we came — 
 That blessing still impart ; 
 
 We met in Jesus' name — 
 In Jesus' name we part. 
 Jesus, &c. 
 
 3 If here we meet no more, 
 May we in realms above. 
 
 With all the saints, adore 
 Redeeming grace and love. 
 Jesus, &c. 
 
 541 L.M. 
 
 The Shepherd and his Flock. 
 
 JESUS, the Shepherd of the sheep, 
 Thy *' little flock" in safety keep ; 
 These lambs within thine arms now takCv 
 Nor let them e'er thy fold forsake. 
 
 2 Secure them from the scorching beam. 
 And lead them to the living stream ; 
 
 In verdant pastures let them lie, 
 
 And watch them with a shepherd's eye ! 
 
 3 O teach them to discern thy voice. 
 And in its sacred sound rejoice ! 
 From strangers may they ever flee. 
 And know no other guide but thee. 
 
CLOSING. 313 
 
 542 L. M. 
 
 Parting Hymn. 
 
 GUIDE of our youth, to thee we pray ; 
 Help us to tread thy holy way ; 
 And may each day of life be pass'd 
 As if we knew it were our last. 
 
 2 Smile, Lord, on those whose toil and care 
 Are spent for our instructioi#here ; 
 
 And let our conduct ever prove 
 Our gratitude for all their love. 
 
 3 Through life may we perform thy will — 
 Our various duties all fulfill ; 
 
 Then join the friends we here have known, 
 In nobler songs around thy throne. 
 
 543 8th P. M. 87, 87, 47. 
 
 For the Fullness of Peace ajid Joy. 
 
 LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing; 
 Fill our hearts with joy and peace; 
 Let us each, thy love possessing. 
 Triumph iu redeeming grace ; 
 O refresh us, 
 ^ Trav'ling through this wilderness. 
 
 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, 
 For thy gospePs joyful sound ; 
 
 May the fruits of thy salvation 
 In our hearts and lives abound ; 
 
 May thy presence ^ 
 
 With us evermore be found. 
 
 3 So, whene'er the signal 's given 
 Us from earth to call away, 
 
 Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 
 Glad the summons to obey, 
 
 May we ever 
 Keign with Christ in endless day. 
 
314 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 544 CM. 
 
 From School to Chiircli. 
 
 NOW, children, to God's house repair, 
 And with the holy throng 
 O give your hearts to humble prayer, 
 And raise the cheerful song. 
 
 2 Praise God, whose mercies brought you here, 
 Whose goodness keeps you still, 
 
 Whose grace wifti joy your souls can cheer, 
 Whose power subdues your will. 
 
 3 Improve the strength you here have gain'd 
 To (Jo his holy will : 
 
 Improve the knowledge here attain'd, 
 To love and serve him still. 
 
 4 Let not the world have cause to say. 
 You served your God for naught ; 
 
 But grow in grace from day to day. 
 As you have here been taught. 
 
 545 p. M.'8886. 
 
 A Litomy, 
 
 WHEN to thee, who hast thy dwelling 
 In the heaven of light excelling, 
 We our youthful griefs are telling ; 
 Lord and Saviour, hear us. 
 
 2 When, at birth of rosy morning. 
 Our glad songs shall greet the dawning. 
 When the sun the noon 's adorning ; 
 
 Lord and Saviour, hear us. 
 
 3 Or when day's bright hours are ending, 
 When, the shades of night d^cending, 
 We are at thy footstool bending ; 
 
 Lord and Saviour, hear us. 
 
 4 For a life thy praise expressing, 
 For a death thy name confessing. 
 For a heaven of endless blessing ; 
 
 Lord and Saviour, hear us. 
 
CLOSiNa. 315 
 
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 Sdbdaih Evening. 
 
 SOFTLY fades the twilight ray 
 Of the holy Sabbath-day ; 
 Gently as life's setting sun, 
 When the Christian's course is run. 
 
 2 Peace is on the world abroad ; 
 'Tis the holy peace of God, — 
 Symbol of the peace within, 
 When the heart is free from sin. 
 
 3 Still the Spirit lingers near, 
 Where the evening worshiper 
 Seeks communion with the skies, 
 Pressing onward to the prize. 
 
 4 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be 
 Days of peace and joy in thee, 
 Till in heaven our souls repose, 
 Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. 
 
 547 c.M. 
 
 Sundm/School Evening Worship. 
 
 ALMIGHTY God ! thy word is spread 
 Like seed upon the ground ; 
 Now let the dew of heaven descend, 
 
 And righteous fruits abound. 
 t Let not the foe of Christ and man 
 
 This holy seed remove ; 
 But give it root in every heart. 
 To bring forth fruits of love. 
 
 3 Let not the world's deceitful cares 
 The rising plant destroy ; 
 
 But let it yield a hundred-fold. 
 The fruits of peace and joy. 
 
 4 Oft as the precious seed is sown. 
 Thy quick'ning grace bestow ; 
 
 That all, whose minds the truth rece.ve, 
 Its saving power may know. 
 
316 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 548 C.M. 
 
 Meet^ to part no more. 
 
 HOW pleasant thus to dwell below, 
 In fellowship of love ' 
 And though we part, 'tis bliss to know 
 The good shall meet above. 
 
 O that will be pyful, joyful, joyful ! 
 
 O that will be joyful ! 
 
 To meet to part no more, — 
 
 To meet to part no more. 
 
 On Canaan's happy shore. 
 
 And sing the everlasting song 
 
 With those who 've gone before. 
 
 2 Yes, happy thought ! when we are free 
 From earthly grief and pain, 
 
 In heaven we shall each other see, 
 And never part again. 
 
 O that will be joyful, &c. 
 
 3 The children who have loved the Lord 
 Shall hail their teachers there ; 
 
 And teachers gain the rich reward 
 Of all their toil and care. 
 
 O that will be joyful, &c. 
 
 4 Then let us each, in strength divine. 
 Still walk in wisdom's ways ; 
 
 That we, with those we love, may join 
 In never-ending praise ! 
 
 O that will be joyful, &c. 
 
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 t On leamng Sclwol. 
 
 ON what has now been sown, 
 Thy blessing. Lord, bestow ; 
 The power is thine alone 
 To make it spring and grow : 
 Do thou the gracious harvest raise, 
 And thou alone shalt have the praise. 
 
DOXOLOGIE?. 
 
 550 5th p. M. 4 lines 7s. 
 
 GLORY to the Father give, 
 God, in whom we move and live ; 
 Children's prayers he deigns to hear. 
 Children's songs delight his ear. 
 
 2 Glory to the Son we hring, 
 Christ, our Prophet, Priest, and King ; 
 Children, raise your sweetest strain 
 To the Lalnb, for he was slain. 
 
 3 Glory to the Holy Ghost ; 
 Be this day a Pentecost I 
 Children's minds may he inspire — 
 Touch their tongues with holy fire. 
 
 4 Glory in the highest be 
 To the blessed Trinity, 
 For the gospel from above. 
 
 For the word that " God is love.'* 
 
 551 6th P. M. 6 lines 7s. 
 
 PRAISE the name of God most high ; 
 Praise him, all below the sky ; 
 Praise him, all ye heavenly host — 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost : 
 As through countless ages past. 
 Evermore his praise shall last. 
 
318 SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 552 5th p. M. 4 lines Is. 
 
 SING we to our God above, 
 Praise eternal as his love ; 
 Praise him, all ye heavenly host, — 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 553 s.M 
 
 GIVE to the Father praise, 
 Give glory to the Son ; 
 And to the Spirit of his grace 
 Be equal honor dene. 
 
 554 CM. 
 
 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 Who sweetly all agree, 
 To save a world of sinners lost' 
 Eternal glory be. 
 
 555 L. M. 
 
 PRAISE ye the Lord, who kindly rules 
 And blesses all our Sunday schools ; 
 Let children, with the cherub host. 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 556 L. M. 
 
 PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow ; 
 Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
 Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
INDEX. 
 
 THB KTGCKKS BKFEB TO THK PAGK. 
 
 A. charge to keep I have C. Wesley 21 
 
 A children's temple here we build.. . .Montgmnery 272 
 
 Again, O Lord, we rise to see 3S 
 
 A gain returns the Sabbath-day 42 
 
 Alasl and did my Saviour bleed Watts 188 
 
 Alas I what hourly dangers rise Steele 194 
 
 All hail the joyful morning 266 
 
 All hail the power of Jesus' name Perronet 161 
 
 Almighty Father, heavenly King 31 
 
 Almighty God, thy piercing eye Watts 116 
 
 Almighty God, thy word is spread. 815 
 
 Almighty God, to thee I cry C. Wesley 88 
 
 Almighty God, to thee we raise 256 
 
 Almighty Lord, with joy to thee 81 
 
 Almighty Euler of the skies 83 
 
 Am I a soldier of the cross Watts 212 
 
 A minute, how soon it has flown 141 
 
 A mourning class, a vacant seat 2S6 
 
 And must I be to judgment brought C. Wesley 207 
 
 And now another hour is past EdiapsUm 307 
 
 Arise, my soul, arise C. Wesley 190 
 
 Around the throne of God in heaven 800 
 
 As, bow'd by sudden storms, the rose. . .Slgmirney 287 
 
 A.S children favor'd of the Lord Naylor 51 
 
 As drops which, from the mountain-side 63 
 
 Asleep in Jesus 1 blessed sleep Mackay 285 
 
 A ssembled in our school once more 15 
 
 As teachers of the rising race <A 
 
 A.9> thou forgivcst us . 144 
 
 Attracted by love's sacred force 47 
 
 Author of faith, we seek thy face C. Wesley 157 
 
 A. wake, my soul I stretch every nerve. .Doddridge 209 
 
 Awake, my soul, to meet the day Doddridge 2rK) 
 
 A. year, another year, is fled. Montgomery 281 
 
 Before Jehovah's awful throna Watts 19 
 
 BefOie tne Father's throne ,'. 804 
 
320 INDEX. 
 
 Behold the Saviour of mankind ....S. WeHley, Sen. 182 
 
 He it my only wisdom here 0. Wesley 215 
 
 Blest be the tie that binds Fawcett 808 
 
 Blest, beyond all earthly blessing 124 
 
 Blest Jesus, hear our humble claim 173 
 
 Blow ye the trumpet, blow C, Wesley 223 
 
 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning Ueber 278 
 By cool Siloam's shady rill Ueher 49 
 
 Calm on the bosom of thy God Mri\. Ilemans 29a 
 
 Childhood and youth, how vain they seem 66 
 
 Child of sin and sorrow 108 
 
 Children, hath not a voice within 110 
 
 Children, join your God to bless Nayoor 13 
 
 Children, like the early flower Mrs. Mane/well 2SS 
 
 Children, listen to the Lord Ildatings 1 7 
 
 Children, now your voices raise 140 
 
 Children of Jerusalem 86 
 
 Children of the heavenly King Cejmick 215 
 
 Christ is merciful and mild. 100 
 
 Coir e, and sing with joy and gladness. £>. I). 260 
 
 Come, children, come to God 1 68 
 
 Come, children, ere we part 812 
 
 Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. ..... C Wesley 69 
 
 Come, Iloly Spirit, heavenly Dove Wdtis 19S 
 
 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast Jtmes 169 
 
 Come, join our Sabbath-song Mrs. Maxwell 64 
 
 Come, let our voices join Bud den 252 
 
 Come, let us join our cheerful songs Watts 1 
 
 Come, let us join, our Lord to praise 24 
 
 Come, let us join the hosts above C. Wesley 22 
 
 Come, let us rejoice 247 
 
 Come, let us tune our voices 262 
 
 Come, let us use the grace divine .C. Wesley 222 
 
 Come on, my partners in distress C. Wesley 800 ' 
 
 Come, thou Fount of every blessing Rohiyison 2i>8 
 
 Come to the mercy-seat Mrs. Maxicell 1 69 
 
 Come, weary souls, with sins distressVl Steele ISl 
 
 Come, ye children, and adore Him. 254 
 
 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish. J/ow6 171 
 
 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy ". ITari 166 
 
 Come, y© that love the Lord Watts 22(i 
 
 Come, youthful sinners, come, haste to the Saviour lo6 
 Creator 1 Saviour 1 God 153 
 
 Day by day supplies of grace Edmeston 16* 
 
INDEX. 321 
 
 « 
 
 Dfiy of Gc4, thou blessed day. H.F. Gould 43 
 
 Dear childien, now remember God 110 
 
 Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat Steele 1 72 
 
 Dear partnsr of our hopes and fears 2&4 
 
 Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray 5<) 
 
 Dear Saviour, let an infant claim 99 
 
 Dear Saviour, to a child 77 
 
 Death has been here, and borne away. t/a?ie Taylor 29-3 
 Delightful work I young souls to win. . . .Strdphan 52 
 Didat thou, dear Saviour, suffer shame.. .Kirkhaim 195 
 
 Eternal Being! Source of love 54 
 
 Eternal Father, God of grace Edtneston S<>9 
 
 Eternal God, incline thine ear 'it? 
 
 Eternal Power, whose high aboda Watts 25 
 
 Far, far from Zion, far from God 2?.S 
 
 Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone. . . Watts 4!) 
 
 Father, from thy throne above Phelps 53 
 
 Father, I stretch my hands to thee C. Wesley 177 
 
 Father of mercies, hear 805 
 
 Father of mercies, in thy Word Steele 2S2 
 
 Father of mercies, let our songs 8 
 
 Feed my lambs ! — how condescending 60 
 
 Few are our years, yet soon 117 
 
 For a season caird to part Newton .310 
 
 Forever here my rest shall be (7. Wesley 191 
 
 From all that dwell below the skies Watts 10 
 
 From every stormy wind that blows Stoioell 155 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains Ileber 240 
 
 From year to year in love wo meet 246 
 
 Gentle Jesus, meek and mild C. Wesley 100 
 
 Give to the Father praise Watts 81 S 
 
 Glory be to God on high C. Wesley 26 
 
 Glory to thee, my God, this night. Ken 202 
 
 Glory to the Father give Montgomery 817 
 
 God has said. Forever blessed. 124 
 
 God is in heaven — can he hear. Sroomsgrove 83 
 
 God o'er all, supremely blest Montgomery 805 
 
 Go thou, in life's fair morning. . . * 128 
 
 Go to thy rest, my child .Sigourn&y 290 
 
 Gracious Saviour, gentle Shepherd. 89 
 
 Grant us, Lord, thy gracious presence 83 
 
 Grant us, Lord, thy heavenly light 158 
 
 21 
 
322 INDEX. 
 
 Grateful praise to thee we bring 12 
 
 Great God, and wilt thou condescend. 185 
 
 Great God, attend, while Zion sings WaU6 2'i 
 
 Great God, behold, before thy throne 80 
 
 Great God, our infant voices raise 9S 
 
 Great God, to thee our thanks we bring 202 
 
 Great God, with heart and tongue Fwwcett 147 
 
 Great God, with meekness we confess . 145 
 
 Guardian of souls, throughout my days RuHling 150 
 
 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah Oliver 196 
 
 Guide of my youth be thou, Lord Naylor 147 
 
 Guide of our youth, to thee we cry 1 52 
 
 Guide of our youth, to thee we pray 313 
 
 Hail, great Creator, wise and good 251 
 
 Hallo w'd be this humble spot Montgomery 27;3 
 
 Happy angels ! still ye dwell 279 
 
 Happy child, whom God doth aid C. Wealey 127 
 
 Happy the children who are gone 297 
 
 Happy the child who finds the grace C. We^^ley 125 
 
 Happy the child wliose tender years. Watts 126 
 
 Happy the souls to Jesus join'd C. Wesley 303 
 
 Harkl the Sabbath-bells are ringing 72 
 
 1 Tear ye not a voice from heaven 1 70 
 
 Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing 308 
 
 He dies I the Friend of sinners dies Watts 185 
 
 Help me to praise thy name 79 
 
 Here, gracious God, before thy feet 53 
 
 Here, Tike the birds that wander free 253 
 
 Here, Lord, before thy mercy-seat 27 
 
 Here 's a message of love sent down from above 233 
 
 Here we suffer grief and pain 306 
 
 Holy Bible! book divine J. B. 231 
 
 Holy children read and pray 128 
 
 Holy Lord, our hearts prepare 21 
 
 Hosanna, be the children's song Montgomernj 36 
 
 How beauteous are their feet Wattif 237 
 
 How blest are those in early youth •. 122 
 
 How carefully the shepherds keep 126 
 
 How doth the little busy bee Watts 140 
 
 How dreadful. Lord, w'ill be the day. ..Ja/ne Taylor 302 
 
 How happy every child of grace C. Wesley 219 
 
 How happy is the child who hears 123 
 
 How happy those dear children were 138 
 
 How long sometimes a day appears. ..Jan^ Taylor 803 
 
INDEX. 323 
 
 How plefL'-^ant for a child to sing 188 
 
 How pleasant is the dawn 34 
 
 How pleasant thus to dwell below 31 6 
 
 J low precious is the book divine Fawcr-tt 232 
 
 How sad our state by nature is Watts 16-1 
 
 How serious is the charge 5T 
 
 How shall the young secure their hearts. .... Wattn I-IS 
 
 How sweet is the Sabbath, the Silver-si. Col. 42 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds Jsfe'icton 1S9 
 
 How sweet to leave the world awhile Kelli/ 28 
 
 How sweet upon the Sabbath-day . , . Mrs. Palmer 97 
 
 How tedious and tasteless the hours. , Niizton 226 
 
 Humble praises, holy Jesus 73 
 
 Idle boys and men are found C. Wesley 133 
 
 If any little insult given 143 
 
 I know that I am but a child Mrs. Maxioell 134 
 
 1 know that my Redeemer lives Medley 197 
 
 I lay my sins on Jesus 8fi 
 
 I'llpraise my Maker while I've breath Watts 206 
 
 I love the blessed Sabbath-day " 44 
 
 1 love the Sabbath school Where 4S 
 
 I love the Sabbath school — the place 43 
 
 I love the Sunday school 60 
 
 I love thy kingdom, Lord Dwight 243 
 
 1 love to have the Sabbath come, For then 35 
 
 I love to have the Sabbath come, I love 5(5 
 
 I love to steal awhile away Mrs. Brown 204 
 
 I 'm not too young to love the Lord 95 
 
 In fervent prayer, with holy praise Naylor 271 
 
 J In Holy Scriptures I am told 91 
 
 In life's gay morn let children learn 58 
 
 In the cross of Jesus glory 139 
 
 In the joyous hours of youth ^! 149 
 
 In the Saviour's pleasant fold 74 
 
 In thy great name, O Lord, we come 18 
 
 Invited by a Saviour's love 28 
 
 1 think, when I read that sweet story. . .Mrs. Luke 7 1 
 
 1 want a principle within C. Wesley 212 
 
 I want to be an angel 90 
 
 I would a youthful pilgrim be 179 
 
 1 would not live alway ; I ask not to sXs^jMuMenburg 210 
 
 Jerusalem I my happy home 298 
 
 Jesus, and shall it ever be. Origg ^218 
 
324 INDEX. 
 
 Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour 141 
 
 Jesus Christ, our Lord and Saviour 82 
 
 Jesus Christ, the Trutli, the Way. . .3Ir8. Maancell 20 
 
 Jesus, great Shepherd of the sheep C. Wefuley 222 
 
 Jesus, I love thy charming name Doddridge 170 
 
 Jesus, I my cross have taken Grant 216 
 
 Jesus, in Christian love we iiieet O. P. 235 
 
 Jesus, let a little child Rusling 76 
 
 Jesus, let thy pitying eye C. Wesley ISO 
 
 Jesus, Lord of life and glory. 1S6 
 
 Jesus, lover of my soul C. Wesleif 227 
 
 Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone Cetvniek 192 
 
 Jesus, Saviour, Son of God Bicker atetlCs Col. dl 
 
 Jesus says that we must love him. 99 
 
 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun. Watts 244, 
 
 Jesus, Shepherd of thy sheep 14 
 
 Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me Duiican 101 
 
 Jesus, the name high over all G. Wesley 243 
 
 Jesus, the Shepherd of tlie sheep 312 
 
 Jesus, thou everlasting King Watts 9 
 
 Jesus, thou true and living Vine 1 S7 
 
 Jesus, thy blood and righteousness J. Wesley 1S3 
 
 Jesus I thy love shall we forget.'. .' 214 
 
 Jesus, united by thy grace G. Wesley 221 
 
 Jesus, we cast ourselves on thee G. Wesley 309 
 
 Jesus, we look to thee G. Wesley 24 
 
 Joyfully, joyfully onward I move W. Hunter 205 
 
 Joy to the world, the Lord is come Watts 2S0 
 
 Just as the kindly rain 32 
 
 King Solomon of old. 125 
 
 f iCt children bless the Saviour's name 145 
 
 Let children proclaim their Saviour. C. Wesley 249 
 
 Let children that would fear the Lord. 1 37 • 
 
 Let children to their God draw near 17 
 
 Let every mortal ear attend Waits 1 6S 
 
 Let every tongue thy goodness speak Watts 160 
 
 Let the Sabbath-day be blest 45 
 
 Let us now, with hearts united 171 
 
 Life is an ocean ; years the tide 6S 
 
 Life is a span, a fleeting hour Steele 287 
 
 Light of the world, shine on our souls. .Bickersteth 19 
 Like mist on the mountain, like ships on the sea. . . 114 
 Little children, love each other. 104 
 
INDEX. 325 
 
 JLitUe cliildren, stop and think 3Trs. J/aa'^cell 121 
 
 Little rain-drops feed the rill Sigourney 245 
 
 Little schoolmates, can you tell 04 
 
 Little travelers, Zionward Edmeston 2:}S 
 
 Lord, a little band and lowly S4 
 
 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing Burcler B13 
 
 Lord, I have dared to disobey Jane Tay^xrr &4 
 
 Lord, look upon a little child 00 
 
 TiOrd, my spirit humbly waits SS 
 
 Lord, no forbidding voice is here 81 
 
 Lord of the harvest, hear C Wtnley 24C 
 
 Lord, teach a little child to pray 74 
 
 Lord, teach me how to pray In9 
 
 Lord, thy words are dearer far 229 
 
 Lord, to thee our songs we raise 272 
 
 Lord, we address thy heavenly throne 23 
 
 Lord, we are spared again to meet 256 
 
 Lord, we are young — thy help we need. . .Rusling HS 
 
 Lord, we thank thee thou hast spoken 24 «) 
 
 Lord, wilt thou deign to speak 75 
 
 Lord, with grateful hearts before thee 82 
 
 Love and kindness we may measure 1 34 
 
 Lovely is the dawn 108 
 
 Lover of a little child 7S 
 
 Lover of little children, thee C. We.sUy 76 
 
 Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb C. Wealey l<i3 
 
 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned. Stenneti 162 
 
 Many voices seem to say 1 1 T 
 
 May I love thee and adore thee 1 62 
 
 May this a happy new year be 2S0 
 
 May we, who teach the rising race 49 
 
 Meet and right it is, that I 95 
 
 Mighty God, while angels bless thee Roln'nf<on OS 
 
 Mighty One, before whose face Bryant 67 
 
 Millions there are on heathen ground 215 
 
 Morn amid the mountains 77 
 
 Mortals, awake I with angels join Medley 276 
 
 Mourn for the thousands slain 27 > 
 
 My country! 'tis of thee 269 
 
 My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so . Watts 206 
 
 My father, my mother, I know 06 
 
 My hope, my all, my Saviour thou 126 
 
 My Saviour and my Lord 29 . 
 
 My Saviour, my almighty Friend 'WatU 162 
 
326 INDEX. 
 
 My Saviour, now in heaven above 104 
 
 My son, know thou the Lord Ill 
 
 My soul, how lovely is the place. Watts 61 
 
 My span of life will soon be done -JTrs. Cowper 219 
 
 Night wraps the land where Jesus spoke Stii 
 
 Now be the gospel banner 236 
 
 Now, children, to God's house repair 814 
 
 Now condescend. Almighty King. 16 
 
 Now from the altar of our hearts 3fa.wn 202 
 
 Now, in the season of thy youth Gihbons 1 1 2 
 
 Now is done the time of teaching. 806 
 
 Now that our journey's just begun lot 
 
 Now the golden beams of day 80 
 
 Now we are met to read and pray 15 
 
 O come, in life's gay morning. Sacred 3finstrel lOJ) 
 
 O come, let us sing 26S 
 
 O do not touch the madd'uirig bowl Big* low 274 
 
 Of Him who did salvation bring. C. Wedpy 1S8 
 
 O for a closer walk with God Coivper i 74 
 
 O for a faith that will not shrink Bathnrst 156 
 
 O for a glance of heavenly day Ilar^t 176 
 
 .0 for a heart to praise my God C. Wesley 210 
 
 O for a sweet, a holy calm 8S 
 
 O for a thousand tongues to sing C, Wesley 7 
 
 O God of Zion, hear .257 
 
 O God, Protector of the lowly 311 
 
 O happy day that fix'd my choice Doddridge 190 
 
 O happy land ! happy land ! 802 
 
 O how divine, how sweet the joy .Needham 178 
 
 O how happy are they C. Wesley 225 
 
 O Jesus, delight of my soul 139 
 
 O Lord, forgive a sinful child 179 
 
 O Lord, on this our Sunday school 59 
 
 O Lord, our Shepherd, deign to keep 102 
 
 O lovely voices of the sky 282 
 
 O make me a very good child 3frs. Morgan 7S 
 
 Once, in the silence of the night 112 
 
 Once more assembled on thy day 21 
 
 Once more, before we part 811 
 
 Once more, my soul, the rising day Watts 201 
 
 Once more we come before our God ZTari 27 
 
 One God I must worship supreme 180 
 
 One there is, above all others 166 
 
INDEX. 327 
 
 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand. .,,,,8. SteTvnett 29(5 
 
 On many a foreign shore 2"6 
 
 On this holy Sabbath morning 22 
 
 On what has now been sown 816 
 
 O sweet it is, in life's young spring. 122 
 
 O take the madd'ning bowl away 215 
 
 O that I could repent C. Wesley 1 72 
 
 O that I, like Timothy C. Wei^ley 2m 
 
 that my load of sin were gone C. Wesley 174 
 
 that the Lord would teach my tongue 15i» 
 
 Thou, to whose all-searching sight J. Wesley 191) 
 
 Thou, who dost yoimg children love 161 
 
 O Thou, who driest the mourner's tear Moore 193 
 
 O Thou, who from'the infant's tongue 52 
 
 O Thou, whose all-sustaining power 250 
 
 ( ) Thou, whose mercy hears Steele 204 
 
 <) Thou, whose name is Love 144 
 
 O Thou, who when upon our sphere Blgelow 54 
 
 O 'tis a folly and a crime Jaiie Taylor 121 
 
 Our evil actions spring. lOO' 
 
 Our Father, bless the youthful band & 
 
 Our Father, hallow'd be thy name . . f>2 
 
 Our Father in heaven Mrs. Udle 1 54 
 
 Our Saviour bids the children come 105- 
 
 Our schools are nurseries below Montgomery 259- 
 
 Our youth is like the opening day Mrs. Loud 15<» 
 
 O what a lovely sight 149' 
 
 O when the tear is gushing G.B. Ide 154 
 
 O where shall rest be found Montgomery 1()4 
 
 O while the light from heaven 106' 
 
 O Wisdom 1 whose unfading power Helter ^ 
 
 O write upon my mem'ry, I^ord Walerson 810 
 
 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair. ". WuUa 1 s^ 
 
 Poor and needy though I be "2: 
 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow Ken 3 1 S 
 
 Praise the Lord who reigns in heaven 55 
 
 Praise the name of Ood most high 3i T 
 
 Praise ye the Lord, who kindly rules 31 v 
 
 Player is appointed to convey Ihirl "• 5>t 
 
 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire Montgomer^y 15r> 
 
 Religion is the chief concern Fcvwcett 132: 
 
 Remember thy Creator ImT 
 
 Remember thy Creator now Ill 
 
328 INDEX. 
 
 Rest from thy labors, rest Montgomery 1^5 
 
 Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest. '. 8. Stennett 46 
 
 Rich is the sacred song that swells 250 
 
 Rock of ages, cleft for me Toplady ISO 
 
 Safely through another week Newton 20 
 
 Salvation I the joyful sound Watts 187 
 
 Saviour, at th'y footstool bending 11 
 
 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing. . ..Edmeaton 201 
 
 Saviour, do thou appear Rusling 87 
 
 Saviour, teach me, day by day. 192 
 
 Saviour, while my heart is tender 132 
 
 See, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands DoddA-ichje 107 
 
 See, Jesus, thy disciples see G. Wesley 25 
 
 See that heathen mother stand Mrs. Brown 285 
 
 See, the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands 120 
 
 Shepherd of thy little flock 71 
 
 Shepherds of the fold of God M 
 
 Show pity. Lord ; O Lord, forgive Watts 118 
 
 Since Jesus loves to hear his praise 82 
 
 Sing we to our God above C. Wesley 81 S 
 
 Sister, thou wast mild and lovely S. F. Smith 292 
 
 Soft be the gently-breathing notes 186 
 
 Softly fades the twilight ray S. F. Smith 315 
 
 Softly now the light of day Epis. Col. 81 1 
 
 Soon as my infant lips can speak 92 
 
 Soon will set the Sabbath sun 41 
 
 Sovereign of worlds, display thy power 242 
 
 Sow in the morn thy seed. Montgomery 24 1 , 
 
 Spared to commence another year 281 
 
 Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay G. Wesley 182 
 
 S weet is the song of heaven 27S 
 
 Sweet is the work, my God, my King. Watts 46 
 
 Sweet is the work, O Lord Spirit of the Psalms ^5 
 
 Sweet Sabbath school, place dear to TCie..Kennaday 47 
 S\rift the moments fly away 19 
 
 Take my heart, Father, take it 1 "3 
 
 Teacher divine, we bow the knee 67 
 
 Teacher, guide of young beginners G. Wefiley 1 29 
 
 That awful day will surely come Watts 176 
 
 The Bible — the Bible 1 more precious than gold 225 
 
 The bird that soars on highest wing. 1-^6 
 
 The chariot I the chariot I its wheels roll.. .J/"i^/ia'?? 21 S 
 The counsels of redeeming grace S. Stennett 2;>4 
 
INDEX. 329 
 
 The daylight fades T.O. Summera 90" 
 
 Tlie drunkard wastes away his strength. .. i?«(7^?oiO 274 
 
 'I'he fading leaf — an emblem fit 151 
 
 The freshly-blooming flowers , 2<U 
 
 The glorious light is dawning 277 
 
 The gods that gave us not our birth.. T. 0. Summers 181 
 
 The hour has come : I will not stay 59 
 
 The light of Sabbath-eve Edniesion 36 
 
 The Lord attends when children pray 1%S 
 
 Tlie morning bright T. 0. Summers S3 
 
 The morning hours of cheerful light 146 
 
 The morning sky is bright and clear 102 
 
 1 he morn of life how fair and gay 280 
 
 J'he praying spirit breathe C Wesley 153 
 
 The ransom'd spirit to her home W. B Tappan 208 
 
 There is a fountain filPd with blood Ccywper 1.S4 
 
 There is a glorious world of light Jane Taylor 62 
 
 There is a happy land 80 
 
 There is a land of pure delight Watts 801 
 
 There is an hour of peaceful rest Tappan 304 
 
 There is an hour when I must die Watts 115 
 
 There is a path that leads to God Jane Taylor 118 
 
 There is a stream whose gentle flow Watts 283 
 
 Tliere is a way that's very broad 119 
 
 There is beyond the sky WatU 297 
 
 There 's not a star whose twinkling ray 168 
 
 There 's not a tint that paints the rose Ileber 160 
 
 The rose-bud yet unblown may lie Edmetiton 114 
 
 The Sabbath-day, how sweet to mo 86 
 
 The Sabbath is a blessed day 84 
 
 The Sabbath is the day of r'ust 87 
 
 The Saviour loved of heaven to talk 1 H 
 
 The Sunday school! the Sunday school 25S 
 
 The sun has gone to rest "! Slgouri-x'-y 100 
 
 The sun that lights the world shall fade. . EdmesUyn 118 
 1'he voice is hushVl— the gentle voice.. Mrs.Maaywell 290 
 The .voice of free grace cries, Escape to the mountain 203 
 
 They are blest, and blest forever 118 
 
 They tell me that beyond the seas 108 
 
 This book is all that's left me now Jforris 280 
 
 Tills day belongs to God alone Taylor 44 
 
 This is a precious book indeed ■ 228 
 
 This is God's most holy day 87 
 
 This is the day, the happy day, "When 89 
 
 This is the day, the happy da', Whic-h 3W 
 
330 INDEX. 
 
 This is the day the Lord hath blest 45 
 
 This life is but a summer's day 120 
 
 This morning, Lord, attend Rusl'ng 16 
 
 This world is all a fleeting show 220 
 
 Those children, who are all the .day 79 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will. . ..llehev 2\-9 
 Thou art our Shepherd, gracious Go'\... Montgomery 1 1 
 
 Though 1 am young, I have a soul 115 
 
 Though sinful, weak, and erring ^5 
 
 Thou'Guardian of our youthful days 142 
 
 Thou who didst with love and blessing Taylor 2(i3 
 
 Thrice happy is the youth \ 125 
 
 Thus far the Lord hath led me on WatU 200 
 
 Thy name, Almighty Lord, we praise Frisbee 14 
 
 Time once gone is gone forever 1:^7 
 
 'T is religion that can give Mrs. llaHers 127 
 
 To P'ather, Son, and Holy Ghost Waits 818 
 
 To God, who reigns above the sky IS 
 
 To Sabbath school, to Sabbath school 85 
 
 To thee, blessed Saviour ., 2(>!i 
 
 Tracts have the gift of tongues .Moiitgomei'y 239 
 
 Up to thee, Almighty Father 267 
 
 Vain, delusive world, adieu O. Wesley 22^1 
 
 Very little ones are w^e 94 
 
 Watchman, tell us of the night Boioring 244 
 
 We are but young — yet we may sing 130 
 
 We bless the Lord, our God and King 9 
 
 We bring no glitt'ring treasures Phillips 6S 
 
 Weep, little children, weep Montgomery 2S8 
 
 We have met in peace together 264 
 
 Welcome, sweet day of rest WatU 43 
 
 Welcome, sweet morn, we hail with joy 40 
 
 Welcome to our festival , Mrs. Maxtcell 266 
 
 Welcome, welcome, day of rest Ilastingfi 41 
 
 We lift to heaven our tearful eyes.. .Ifrs. Maxwell 294 
 
 We ''11 not forget the Sunday school 50 
 
 We'll not give up the Bible. 229 
 
 We meet again in gladness 265 
 
 We now to Christ, the Saviour, King 258 
 
 We offer, Lord, an humble prayer. . , .Jane Taylor 284 
 
 We seem to hear a voice of praise 24S 
 
 What are those soul-reviving strains. ...Pratt s Col. 65 
 Wha^ flory g^l/'s the sacred page Covyper 234 
 
INDEX. 331 
 
 What is there, Lord, a youth can do 17.5 
 
 What is 't to keep Thanksgiving-day 276 
 
 What souls are those that venture near 299 
 
 What 'a tills that steals upon mv frame 194 
 
 Wliat though I 'm but a little child 73 
 
 Wliat though we now are weak and young 12S 
 
 When blooming youth is snatch'd away Steele 291 
 
 When daily I kneel down to pray , 98 
 
 When I can read my title clear Watts 217 
 
 When I look up to yonder sky S"^ 
 
 When I survey the wondrous cross Watts 197 
 
 When Jesus left his Father's throne. .Montgomery 57 
 
 When Jesus to the temple came Kellj/ 29 
 
 When marshal'd on the nightly plain. .IT. K. White 211 
 
 When Sabbath's sacred morning light 62 
 
 When shall we all meet again 2S8 
 
 When sickness, pain, and'death 286 
 
 When the morning light drives away the night.-. . . 70 
 
 When Thou shalt make thy jewels up 810 
 
 When to Thee, who hast thy dwelling 314 
 
 When we together weekly meet 55 
 
 Where we oft have met in gladness.. il/>*."?. 3faa'/iveU 292 
 
 While angels praise thy gracious name 131 
 
 While, with ceaseless course, the sun ]Sfewto7i 282 
 
 Who are these in bright array MonUj ornery 298 
 
 Who shall forbid our'grateful woe W. Hunter 294 
 
 Who shall the Book of Judgment write 165 
 
 Why should we spend our youthful days 116 
 
 With glorious clouds encompassed round. . C. Wesley 184 
 
 With grateful delight vv^e survey 271 
 
 Within these walls be peace 12 
 
 With joy we hail the sacred day Lifte 80 
 
 Witli joy we hail this blessed day Naylor 85 
 
 With joy we meditate the grace Watts 198 
 
 With joy we meet ^ 270 
 
 With mercies crown'd, the rolling years 255 
 
 Words are things of little cost 136 
 
 Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm . . . Doddridge 1 1 8 
 
 Yes, dear Sabbath school, I love thee 58 
 
 Young children once to Jesus came 142 
 
 Yoimg children once were heard to sing 248 
 
 Young children were to Jesus brought 185 
 
 Young men exhort, the apostle said 146 
 
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