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PARENTS AND CHILDREN.
D'From any secure enclosure's bound,
EAR Saviour, if these lambs should stray
And, lured by worldly joys away,
Among the thoughtless crowd be found: 2 Remember still that they are Thine, That Thy dear sacred name they bear; Think that the seal of love divine, The sign of cov'nant grace they wear. 3 In all their erring, sinful years,
Oh, let them ne'er forgotten be;
(REAT Saviour, who didst condescend Young children in Thine arms t' embrace, Still prove Thyself the infants' friend,
Baptize them with Thy cleansing grace.
May never from Thy precepts slide.
OD of mercy, hear our prayer,
G For the children Thou hast given,
Let them all Thy blessings share,
Grace on earth and bliss in heaven. 2 Cleanse their souls from ev'ry stain, Through the Saviour's precious blood; Let them all be born again,
And be reconciled to God.
3 For this mercy, Lord, we cry;
B'How sweet the lily grows;
Y cool Siloam's shady rill
C. M. D.
How sweet the breath beneath the hill
And such the child whose early feet
2 By cool Siloam's shady rill
The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away;
And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man's maturer age
May shake the soul with sorrow's power,
3 O Thou, whose infancy was found
Whose years, with changeless virtue crown'd,
Were all alike divine
Dependent on Thy bounteous breath,
We seek Thy grace alone;
In childhood, manhood, and in death,
may Thy praise
Employ my noblest powers,
Whose goodness lengthens out my days,
3 Oh, let the same Almighty care
4 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
LORD, in the morning Thou shalt hear
To Thee will I direct my prayer,
2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone
3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
4 But to Thy house will I resort,
5 Oh, may Thy Spirit guide my feet
EE how the rising sun
Pursues his shining way,
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,
2 Thus would my rising soul
3 Serene I laid me down
Beneath His guardian care;
4 My life I would anew
And in Thy blesséd presence spend
E lift our hearts to Thee,
2 Oh, let Thy rising beams
The night of sin disperse,
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3 How beauteous nature now!
4 Oh, may no gloomy crime
May Jesus' blood, like morning dew,
5 To God, the Father, Son,
Y God, how endless is Thy love!