872

For the Shepherd'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 fill:
Blessed Jesus,

Thou hast loved us, love us still.

SILOAM. C. M.

ISAAC BAKER WOODBURY.

875

The Christian child.

1 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 power, And stormy passion's rage.

5 O Thou, whose infant feet were found Within thy Father's shrine, Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned,

Were all alike divine;

6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath, We seek thy grace alone,

In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still thine own.

2 Sing of the wonders of his love,
And loudest praises give

To him who left his throne above,
And died that you might live.

3 Sing of the wonders of his truth,
And read in every page

The promise made to earliest youth Fulfilled to latest age.

4 Sing of the wonders of his power, Who with his own right arm Upholds and keeps you hour by hour, And shields from every harm.

UNKNOWN.

877 Blessedness of instructing the young.

1 DELIGHTFUL work! young souls to win, And turn the rising race

From the deceitful paths 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 ours the bliss, in wisdom's way
To guide untutored youth,
And show the mind which went astray
The Way, 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.

JOSEPH STRAPHAN.

NEW BRUNSWICK.

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.

8 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.

MRS. CAROLINE L. RICE.

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?
"I, 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!

JAMES 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 he called little children as lambs to his fold,

I should like to have been with him then.

881

MRS. JEMIMA LUKE.

[7. Tune, Hendon. Page 264.] 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.

GEORGE KINGSLEY.

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.

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 light, 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.

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,