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HYMN 664. L. M,
WE are but young--yet we may sing
The praises of our heavenly King ;
He made the earth, the sea, the sky,
And all the starry worlds on high.
2 We are but young--yet we have heard
The gospel news, the heavenly word :
If we despise the only way,
Dreadful will be the judgment day.
3 We are but young-yet we must die,
Perhaps our latter end is nigh;
Lord, may we early seek thy grace,
And find in Christ a hiding-place.
4 We are but young--we need a guide;
Jesus, in thee we would confide;
O lead us in the path of truth,
Protect and bless our helpless youth.
5 We are but young--yet God has shed
Unnumbered blessings on our head;
Then let our youth and riper days
Be all devoted to his praise.

HYMN 565. 78.
SOON will set the Sabbath sun,
Soon the sacred day be gone;
But a sweeter rest remains,
Where the glorious Saviour reigns.
2 Pleasant is the Sabbath bell,
Seeming much of joy to tell ;
Kind our teachers are to-day,
In the school we love to stay.
3 But a music sweeter far,
Breathes, where angel-spirits are;
Iligher far than earthly strains,
Where the rest of God remains.

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4 Shall we ever rise to dwell
Where immortal praises swell ?
And can children ever go
Where eternal Sabbaths glow?
5 Yes :--that rest our own may be,
All the good shall Jesus see;
For the good a rest remains,
Where the glorious Saviour reigns.

HYMN 566. 7s.
HOLY Bible! book divine;
Precious treasure ! thou art mine!
Mine, to tell me whence I came;
Mine, to teach me what I am.
2 Mine, to chide me when I rove;
Mine, to show a Saviour's love;
Mine art thou to guide my feet,
Mine, to judge, condemn, acquit.
3 Mine, to comfort in distress,
If the holy spirit bless;
Mine, to show by living faith
Man can triumph over death.
4 Mine, to tell of joys to come,
And the rebel sinner's doom !
O thou precious book divine !
Precious treasure ! thou art mine!

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HYMN 567. L. M.


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THE clock has struck, I cannot stay,
O let me rise and haste away;
I'll quit my bed, and leave my home,

The hour of school at length is come.
9 I would be there when prayer begins,
lb seek the pardon of my sins;


I'd ask the favour of the Lord,
And pray to understand his word.
3 O shall my teachers wait in vain,
While my neglect must give them pain?
No, let me rather strive to be
First of their little family.
4 These Sabbath days will soon be o'er,
And I shall go to school no more;
I would not then endure the pain
Of having spent my time in vain.

HYMN 568. 78 & 6s.
TO thee, blessed Saviour,

Our grateful songs we raise; O tune our hearts and voices,

Thy holy name to praise; 'Tis by thy sovereign mercy

We're here allow'd to meet;
To join with friends and teachers,

Thy blessing to entreat. 2 Lord, guide and bless our teachers,

Who labor for our good; And may the holy scriptures

By us be understood 0 may our hearts be given

To thee our glorious King; That we may meet in heaven,

Thy praises there to sing. 3 And may the precious gospel

Be published all abroad, Till the benighted heathen,

Shall know and serve the Lord : Till o'er the wide creation

The rays of truth shall shine, And nations now in darkness,

Arise to light divine.

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HYMN 569. L. M.
WELCOME, sweet morn, we hail with joy,
Thy holy light, thy blest employ;
And come a little favored band,
One sacred hour with Christ to spend.
2 Our infant hearts would humbly pray
That he will bless our school to-day;
To him our joyful notes of praise,
With one united voice we raise.
3 An offering to our heavenly King
Of Glad hosannas now we bring ;
And hope at last in his embrace,
Secure from sin, to find a place.

HYMN 570. C. M.
DEATH has been here, and borne away

A brother from our side, -
Just in the morning of his day,

As young as we, he died.
2 Not long ago, he filled his place,

· And sat with us to learn : But he has run his mortal race,

And never can return.
3 Perhaps our time may be as short,

Our days may fly as fast;
O Lord, impress the solemn thought,

That this may be our last !
4 All needful strength is thine to give;

To thee our souls apply,
For grace to teach us how to live,
And make us fit to die.

HYMN 571. L. M.
DEAR partner of our hopes and fears,

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;
And crown him with thy rich reward,
Where Christian friends no more shall part.

HYMN 572. L. M.
ASSEMBLED in our school once more,
O Lord, thy blessing we implore;
We meet to read, to sing, and pray,
Be with us, then, through this thy day.
2 Our fervent prayer to thee ascends,
For parents, teachers, foes and friends;
And when we in thy house appear,
Help us to worship in thy fear.

When we on earth shall meet no more,
May we above to glory soar;
And praise thee in more lofty strains,
Where one eternal Sabbath reigns.

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