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HYMN 569. L. M.
HYMN 570. C. M.
A brother from our side,
As young as we, he died.
And sat with us to learn :
And never can return.
Our days may fly as fast;
That this may be our last !
To thee our souls apply,
HYMN 571. L. M.
And wilt thou here no longer dwell,
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To share our toils, and joys, and tears?
And must we bid a sad farewell ? 2 Yes, thou must fill thy future lot,
Far from thy fond and cherished friends; But not to be by us forgot
While life its beating pulses spend. 3 We'll think of thee amid the scene
Of each returning Sabbath day; And nowhere else with grief so keen,
Will mourn that thou art far away. 4 We'll think of thee whene'er we meet,
Our weekly lessons to prepare ; Nor deem our social band complete,
Whilst thou, dear friend, art wanting there. 5 We'll think of thee around the board
That speaks a dying Saviour's love; And trust our joy will be restored
In endless fellowship above. 6 Lord, let thy care his footsteps guard,
Thy choicest blessings fill his heart;
HYMN 572. L. M.
4 With flowing tears and thankful hearts
We give them up to thee;
HYMN 576. C. M. (445)
How rush the years along!
The burden of a song.
And age, with furrowed brow;
Where, where in time is now.?
No present hour is found ;
Of time's unceasing round.
On time no longer lean:
HYMN 577. L. M. 
Your parents' hope, your parents' joy, Attend the counsels of my tongue :
Let pious thoughts your minds employ. 2 If you desire a length of days,
And peace to crown your mortal state, Restrain your feet from sinful ways,
Your lips from slander and deceit. 3 To humble souls and broken hearts,
God with his grace is ever nigh; Pardon and hope his love imparts,
When men in deep contrition lié.
HYMN 578. L. M.
For God is angry every day,
HYMN 579. C. M.
Light up the deep blue sky,
And hear the brook flow by.
What blooming flowers I find!
To tell us he is kind,
Thank him in different ways;
Sing sweetly to his praise.
The God who made us all;
And on my Maker call.
Yet I to God belong;
And he will hear my song,
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