1 Y cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows;
How sweet the breath beneath the hill
Of Sharon's dewy rose;
And such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.
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 pow'r
And stormy passion's rage.
3 0 thou, whose infancy was found
With heav'nly rays to shine,
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,
To keep us still thine own.
The Bible the guide of youth.
WITH humble heart and tongue,
My God, to thee I
O bring me now, while I am young,
To thee the living way.
2 Make an unguarded youth
The object of thy care;
Help me to choose the way of truth,
And fly from ev'ry snare.
3 My heart, to folly prone,
Renew by pow'r divine;
Unite it to thyself alone,
And make me wholly thine.
4 0 let thy word of grace
My warmest thoughts employ;
Be this, through all my following days,
My treasure and my joy.
5 To what thy laws impart
Be my whole soul inclin'd:
O let them dwell within my heart,
And sanctify my mind.
1 IN the morn of life, when youth
With vital ardor glows,
And shines in all the fairest charms
That beauty can disclose,—
2 Deep in thy soul, before its pow'rs
Are yet by vice enslav'd,
Be thy Creator's glorious name
And character engrav'd;-
3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud
The sunshine of thy days,
And cares and toils, in endless round,
Encompass all thy ways;—
4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age,
With vain regret, deplore,
And sadly muse on former joys,
That now return no more.
5 True wisdom, early sought and gain'd,
In age will give thee rest;
O then improve the morn of life,
To make its ev'ning blest.
Remember thy Creator.
EMEMBER thy Creator
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
Ere life resigns its trust,
Ere sinks dissolving nature,
And dust returns to dust
Before with God, who gave it,
The Spirit shall appear:
He cries, who died to save it,
Thy great Creator fear.
GRACIOUS Lord, whose mercies rise
Above our utmost need!
Incline thine ear unto our cry,
And hear the orphan plead.
2 Bereft of all a mother's love,
And all a father's care,
Lord, whither shall we flee for help?
To whom direct our pray'r?—
3 To thee we flee-to thee we pray-
Thou shalt our Father be:
More than the fondest parent's care
We find, O Lord, in thee!
4 Already thou hast heard our cry
And wip'd away our tears:
Thy mercy has a refuge found
To guard our helpless years."
Looking upwards in trials.
OD of my life, to thee I call!
Afflicted at thy feet I fall;
When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail.
2 Friend of the friendless and the faint!
Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Where but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor!
3 Did ever mourner plead with thee,
And thou refuse that mourner's plea?
Does not thy word still fix'd remain,
That none shall seek thy face in vain?
4 That were a grief I could not bear,
Didst thou not hear and answer pray'r;
But a pray'r-hearing, answ'ring God
Supports me under ev'ry load."
YREAT Maker of unnumber'd worlds,
And whom unnumber'd worlds adore,
Whose goodness all thy creatures share,
While nature trembles at thy pow'r,-
2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,
That wakes the wind and lifts the sea;
And man, who moves the lord of earth,
Acts but the part assign'd by thee.
3 While suppliant crowds implore thine aid,
To thee we raise the humble cry;
Thine altar is the contrite heart,
Thine incense the repentant sigh.
40 may our land, in this her hour,
Confess thy hand and bless the rod,
By penitence make thee her Friend,
And find in thee a guardian God.
Security and comfort in God.
HEN, overwhelm'd with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heav'n I lift mine eyes.
2 O lead me to the Rock
That's high above my head,
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.
3 Within thy presence, Lord,
For ever I'll abide;
Thou art the tow'r of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.
4 Thou givest me the lot.
Of those that fear thy name;
If endless life be their reward,
I shall possess the same.
GOD, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast
And our eternal home,—
2 Beneath the shadow of thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.
3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust,
Return, ye sons of men;"
All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.
E come, O Lord, before thy throne,
And, with united plea,
We meet and pray for those who roam
upon the sea.
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