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5 So now, and till we die,
Sound we thy praises high,

And joyful sing:
Infants, and the glad throng
Who to thy Church belong,
Unite to swell the song
To Christ our King.


885 Shepherd of tender youth. 1 SHEPHERD of tender youth, Guiding in love and truth

Through devious ways; Christ our triumphant King, We come thy name to sing; Hither our children bring

To shout thy praise.
2 Thou art our holy Lord,
The all-subduing Word,

Healer of strife:
Thou dost thyself abase,
That from sin's deep disgrace
Thou mightest save our race,

And give us life. 3 Thou art the great High Priest ; Thou hast prepared the feast

Of heavenly love;
While in our mortal pain
None calls on thee in vain;
Help thou dost not disdain,

Help from above.
4 Ever be thou our guide,
Our shepherd and our pride,

Our staff and song:
Jesus, thou Christ of God,
By thy perennial word
Lead us where thou hast trod,

Make our faith strong.

[7, 6. Tune, Miriam. Page 329.) 886 Early piety. 1 I LOVE to hear the story

Which angel voices tell, How once the King of glory

Came down on earth to dwell.
I am both weak and sinful,

But this I surely know,
The Lord came down to save me,

Because he loved me so.
2 I'm glad my blessed Saviour

Was once a child like me, To show how pure and holy

His little ones may be; And if I try to follow

His footsteps here below, He never will forget me,

Because he loves me so. 3 To sing his love and mercy

My sweetest songs I'll raise ; And though I cannot see him

I know he hears my praise;
For he has kindly promised

That even I may go
To sing among his angels,

Because he loves me so.



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887 For a blessing on children.

2 Never, from thy pasture roving,

Let them be the lion's prey; 1 HOLY Father, send thy blessing On thy children gathered here;

Let thy tenderness, so loving, Let them all, thy name confessing,

Keep them all life's dangerous way: Be to thee forever dear.

Then, within thy fold eternal, Holy Saviour, who in meekness

Let them find a resting-pla Didst vouchsafe a child to be ;

Feed in pastures ever vernal, Guide their steps and help their weakness,

Drink the rivers of thy grace.

WILLIAM A. MUHLENBERG. Bless, and make them like to thee.

889 He shall gather the lambs with 2 Bear the lambs, when they are weary,

his arin.-Isa. 40: 11. In thine arms and at thy breast;

1 GRACIOUS Saviour, gentle Shepherd, Through life's desert dark and dreary

Little ones are dear to thee; Bring them to thy heavenly rest.

Gathered with thine arms, and carried Spread thy wings of blessing o'er them,

In thy bosom may we be; Holy Spirit, from above;

Sweetly, fondly, safely tended, Guide, and lead, and go before them,

From all want and danger free. Give them peace, and joy, and love.

2 Tender Shepherd, never leave us

From thy fold to go astray;

By thy look of love directed 888 The lambs enfolded.

May we walk the narrow way; 1 SAVIOUR, who thy flock art feeding

Thus direct us, and protect us, With the shepherd's kindest care,

Lest we fall an easy prey. All the feeble gently leading,

3 Taught to lisp the holy praises While the lambs thy bosom share;

Which on earth thy children sing, Now, these little ones receiving,

Both with lips and hearts unfeigned Fold them in thy gracious arm;

May we our thank-offerings bring; There, we know, thy word believing, Then with all thy saints in glory Only there, secure from harm.

Join to praise our Lord and King. 22






890 The evils of intemperance.

4 Lord, may it be our choice 1 MOURN for the thousands slain,

This blessed rule to keep, The youthful and the strong;

“Rejoice with them that do rejoice, Mourn for the wine-cup's fearful reign, And weep with them that weep.' And the deluded throng.

5 God of the widow, hear, 2 Mourn for the tarnished gem

Our work of mercy bless; For reason's light divine,

God of the fatherless, be near, Quenched

from the soul's bright diadem, And grant us good success. Where God had bid it shine.

SIR HENRY W. BAKER. 3 Mourn for the ruined soulEternal life and light

892 Ye have done it unto Me. Lost by the fiery, maddening bowl,

1 WE give thee but thine own, And turned to hopeless night.

Whate'er the gift may be: 4 Mourn for the lost,-but call,

All that we have is thine alone, Call to the strong, the free;

A trust, O Lord, from thee. Rouse them to shun that dreadful fall,

2 May we thy bounties thus And to the refuge flee.

As stewards true receive, 5 Mourn for the lost,-but pray,

And gladly, as thou blessest us, Pray to our God above,

To thee our first-fruits give. To break the fell destroyer's sway,

3 O, hearts are bruised and dead, And show his saving love.

And homes are bare and cold,

And lambs for whom the Shepherd bled, 891

Are straying from the fold! Christian sympathy. 1 O PRAISE our God to-day,

4 To comfort and to bless, His constant mercy bless,

To find a balm for woe, Whose love hath helped us on our way,

To tend the lone and fatherless, And granted us success.

Is angels' work below. 2 His arm the strength imparts

5 The captive to release, Our daily toil to bear;

To God the lost to bring, His grace alone inspires our hearts,

To teach the way of life and peace, Each other's load to share.

It is a Christ-like thing. 3 O happiest work below,

6 And we believe thy word, Earnest of joy above,

Though dim our faith may be; To sweeten many a cup of woe,

Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord, By deeds of holy love!

We do it unto thee.





Acts of charity.
1 JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace,

Thy bounties how complete !
How shall I count the matchless sum?

How pay the mighty debt ?
2 High on a throne of radiant light

Dost thou exalted shine; What can my poverty bestow,

When all the worlds are thine ?
3 But thou hast brethren here below,

The partners of thy grace,
And wilt confess their humble names

Before thy Father's face. 4 In them thou mayst be clothed and fed,

And visited and cheered;
And in their accents of distress

My Saviour's voice is heard. 5 Thy face with reverence and with love,

I in thy poor would see;
O rather let me beg my bread,

Than hold it back from thee.

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894 Sympathy with the aflicted. 1 FATHER of mercies, send thy grace,

All-powerful, from above, To form in our obedient souls

The image of thy love. 20 may our sympathizing breasts

That generous pleasure know, Kindly to share in others' joy,

And weep for others' woe. 3 When poor and helpless sons of grief

In deep distress are laid,

895 Prayer for the intemperate.
1 'Tis thine alone, almighty Name,

To raise the dead to life,
The lost inebriate to reclaim

From passion's fearful strife. 2 What ruin hath intemperance wrought!

How widely roll its waves!
How many myriads bath it brought

To fill dishonored graves !
3 And see, O Lord, what numbers still

Are maddened by the bowl, Led captive at the tyrant's will

In bondage, heart and soul. 4 Stretch forth thy hand, O God, our King,

and break the galling chain; Deliverance to the captive bring,

And end the usurper's reign. 5 The cause of temperance is thine own;

Our plans and efforts bless; We trust, O Lord, in thee alone

To crown them with success.


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Thy neighbor. 1 SHE loved her Saviour, and to him 1 Who is thy neighbor ? He whom thoi Her costliest present brought;

Hast power to aid or bless; To crown his head, or grace his name, Whose aching heart or burning brow No gift too rare she thought.

Thy soothing hand may press. 2 So let the Saviour be adored,

2 Thy neighbor? 'Tis the fainting poor, And not the poor despised;

Whose eye with want is dim; Give to the hungry from your hoard, O enter thou his humble door, But all, give all to Christ.

With aid and peace for him. 3 Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind,

3 Thy neighbor? He who drinks the cup Give to the weary rest;

When sorrow drowns the brim; For sorrow's children comfort ind, With words of high, sustaining hope, And help for all distressed;

Go thou and comfort him. 4 But give to Christ alone thy heart,

4 Thy neighbor? Pass no mourner by; Thy faith, thy love supreme;

Perhaps thou canst redeem Then for his sake thine alms impart,

A breaking heart from misery;
And so give all to him.

Go, share thy lot with him.

WILLIAM B. 0. PEABODY. 897 Ye have the poor always with you.

899 Matt. 26: 11.

For the inebriate. 1 LORD, lead the way the Saviour went,

1 LIFE from the dead, Almighty God, By lane and cell obscure,

'Tis thine alone to give; And let love's treasures still be spent,

To lift the poor inebriate up, Like his, upon the poor.

And bid the helpless live. 2 Like him, through scenes of deep distress,

2 Life from the dead! For those we plead Who bore the world's sad weight,

Fast bound in passion's chain, We, in their crowded loneliness,

That, from their

iron fetters freed, Would seek the desolate.

They wake to life again. 3 For thou hast placed us side by side

3 Life from the dead! Quickened by thee, In this wide world of ill;

Be all their powers inclined And that thy followers may be tried,

To temperance, truth, and piety, The poor are with us stijl.

And pleasures pure, refined. 4 Mean are all offerings we can make; 4 And may they by thy help abide, Yet thou hast taught us, Lord,

The tempter's power withstand; If given for the Saviour's sake,

By grace restored and purified, They lose not their reward.

In Christ accepted stand.



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