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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.
Much we need thy tenderest care;
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;
3 Thus, when evening shades shall gather,
We may turn our tearless eye
874 Children's hymn.
Hymned Thy praise in olden time,
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 to the Lamb!
DOROTHY A. THRUPP
873 For early piety.
Those who seek me in their youth; They shall find the path of wisdom, And the narrow way of truth:”
Guide us, Saviour,
MRS. H. B. STEELE,
ISAAC BAKER WOODBURY.
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
And shields from every harm.
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.
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.
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?
Still on thee we call.
With the God above.
To the sway of love.
By thy guiding hand;
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,
At the portal of the sky!”
Conquerors over death and sin!
Let the little travelers in!
MRS. CAROLINE L. RICE.
11, 8, 12, 9.
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.
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 !
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.
JOSEPH P. HOLBROOK.
883 The Lord's love to children. 1 WHEN, his salvation bringing,
To Zion Jesus came,
Hosanna to his name;
But as he rode along,
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.
The tribute of our words?
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;
The tale of Calvary;
From sin and sorrow free.
O teach us how to pray,
May tread life's onward way; Then, where the pure are dwelling
We hope to meet again,
Forever praise thy name.