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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.

872 For the Shepierd's care.
1 SAVIOUR, like a shepherd lead us,

Much we need thy tenderest care;
In thy pleasant pastures feed us,
For our use thy folds prepare:

Blessed Jesus, Thou hast bought us, thine we are. 2 We are thine, do thou befriend us,

Be the guardian of our way; Keep thy flock, from sin defend us, Seek us when we go astray:

Blessed Jesus, Hear, O hear us, when we pray. 3 Thou hast promised to receive us,

Poor and sinful though we be; Thou hast mercy to relieve us, Grace to cleanse, and power to free:

Blessed Jesus, We will early turn to thee. 4 Early let us seek thy favor,

Early let us do thy will;
Blessed Lord and only Saviour,
With thy love our bosoms ill:

Blessed Jesus,
Thou hast loved us, love us still.

3 Thus, when 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.

UNKNOW

874 Children's hymn.
1 CHILDREN, loud hosannas singing,

Hymned Thy praise in olden time,
Judah's ancient temple filling
With the melody sublime;

Infant voices Joined to swell the holy chime. 2 Though no more the incarnate Saviour

We behold in latter days; Though a temple far less glorious Echoes now the songs we raise;

Still in glory Thou wilt hear our notes of praise. 3 Loud we'll swell the pealing anthem,

All thy wondrous acts proclaim, Till all heaven and earth resounding, Echo with thy glorious name;

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah to the Lamb!

DOROTHY A. THRUPP

873 For early piety.
1 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.

MRS. H. B. STEELE,

SILOAM.

C. M.

ISAAC BAKER WOODBURY.

UNKNOWN.

875 The Christian child.

2 Sing of the wonders of his love, 1 By cool Siloam's shady rill

And loudest praises give How sweet the lily grows!

To him who left his throne above, How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,

And died that you might live. Of Sharon's dewy rose!

3 Sing of the wonders of his truth, 2 Lo! such the child whose early feet

And read in every page The paths of peace bave trod;

The promise made to earliest youth Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Fulalled to latest age.

Is upward drawn to God. 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

4 Sing of the wonders of his power, The lily must decay;

Who with his own right arm
The rose that blooms beneath the hill Upholds and keeps you hour by hour,

And shields from every harm.
Must shortly fade away.
4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man's maturer age

877 Blessedness of instructing the young. Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, And stormy passion's rage.

1 DELIGHTFUL work! young souls to win,

And turn the rising race 5 O Thou, whose infant feet were found

From the deceitful paths of sin, Within thy Father's shrine,

To seek redeeming grace. Whose years, with changeless virtue

crowned, Were all alike divine;

2 Children our kind protection claim;

And God will well approve 6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath,

When infants learn to lisp his name, We seek thy grace alone,

And their Redeemer love.
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still thine own.

3 Be ours the bliss, in wisdom's way

To guide untutored youth,

And show the mind which went astray 876

The Way, the Life, the Truth. Children praising Christ. 1 COME, Christian children, come, and raise 4 Almighty God, thine influence shed, Your voice with one accord;

To aid this blest design; Come, sing in joyful songs of praise

The honors of thy name be spread, The glories of your Lord.

And all the glory thine.

REGINALD HEBER.

JOSEPH STRATUAN.

NEW BRUNSWICK.

7, 5, or 7, D.

REV, JOHN BLACK,

878 Sunday-school anniversary. 1 WILT thou hear the voice of praise Which the little children raise, Thou who art, from endless days,

Glorious God of all?
While the circling year has sped,
Thou hast heavenly blessings shed,
Like the dew, upon each head;

Still on thee we call.
2 Still thy constant care bestow;
Let us each in wisdom grow,
And in favor while below,

With the God above.
In our hearts the Spirit mild,
Which adorned the Saviour-child,
Gently soothe each impulse wild

To the sway of love.
3 Thine example, kept in view,
Jesus, help us to pursue;
Lead us all our journey through

By thy guiding hand;
And when life on earth is o'er,
Where the blest dwell evermore,
May we praise thee and adore,

An unbroken band.

879 Little travelers Zionward. 1 LITTLE travelers Zionward,

Each one entering into rest, In the kingdom of your Lord,

In the mansions of the blest; There, to welcome, Jesus waits,

Gives the crowns his followers win; Lift your heads, ye golden gates!

Let the little travelers in! 2 Who are they whose little feet,

Pacing life's dark journey through, Now have reached that heavenly seat,

They had ever kept in view ? “l, from Greenland's frozen land ;”

"I, from India's sultry plain;' "!, from Afric's

barren sand; "I, from islands of the main.” 3 “ All our earthly journey past,

Every tear and pain gone by,
Here together met at last,

At the portal of the sky!”
Each the welcome “Come” awaits,

Conquerors over death and sin!
Lift your heads, ye golden gates!

Let the little travelers in!

MRS. CAROLINE L. RICE.

JANKS EDMESTON,

SWEET STORY.

11, 8, 12, 9.

ENGLISH.

880 That sweet story of old. 1 I THINK, when I read that sweet story

of old, When Jesus was here among men, How be called little children as lambs to

his fold, I should like to have been with him then.

4 In that beautiful place he has gone to

prepare, For all who are washed and forgiven; And many dear children are gathering there, “For of such is the kingdom of heaven.'

MRS, JEMIMA LUKE,

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."

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A blessing for teachers. 1 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 beams alone

Light the mighty world of mind; God of love, who from thy throne

Kindly watchest all mankind ! 3 Shed on those who in thy name

Teach the way of truth and right, Shed that love's undying flame, Shed that wisdom's guiding light.

WILLIAM C. BRYANT.

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GEORGE KINGSLEY,

2 Hosanna! sound from hill to hill,

And spread from plain to plain, While louder, sweeter, clearer still,

Woods echo to the strain. 3 Hosanna! on the wings of ligb

O'er earth and ocean fly, Till morn to eve, and noon to night,

And heaven to earth, reply. 4 Hosanna! then, our song shall be;

Hosanna to our King !
This is the children's jubilee ;

Let all the children sing.

882 The children's jubilee. 1 HOSANNA! be the children's song,

To Christ, the children's King; His praise, to whom our souls belong, Let all the children sing.

JAMES MONTGOMERY,

MIRIAM.

7, 6.

JOSEPH P. HOLBROOK.

883 The Lord's love to children. 1 WHEN, his salvation bringing,

To Zion Jesus came,
The children all stood singing

Hosanna to his name;
Nor did their zeal offend him,

But as he rode along,
He let them still attend him,

And smiled to hear their song.

2 And since the Lord retaineth

His love to children still, Though now as King he reigneth

On Zion's heavenly hill, We'll flock around his banner,

We'll bow before his throne, And cry aloud, “Hosanna

To David's royal Son." 3 For should we fail proclaiming

Our great Redeemer's praise, The stones, our silence shaming,

Would their hosannas raise.
But shall we only render

The tribute of our words?
No; while our hearts are tender,
They too shall be the Lord's.

JOHN KING,

884 Grateful praise. 1 WE bring no glittering treasures,

No gems from earth's deep mine; We come, with simple measures,

To chant Thy love divine. Children, thy favors sharing,

Their voice of thanks would raise; Father, accept our offering,

Our song 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.

HARRIET PHILLIPS.

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