4 Then we and they when time shall end,
Shall joyful meet thee in the sky;
Before thy gracious footstool bend,
And praise thee to eternity.

408 Jesus Christ an Example. P. M. JESUS when a little child

Taught us what we ought to be;

Holy, harmless, undefiled,

Was the Saviour's infancy:
All the Father's glory shone
In the person of his Son.

2 As in age and strength he grew,
Heavenly wisdom filled his breast;
Crowds attentive round him drew,
Wondering at their infant guest:
Gazed upon his lovely face,
Saw him full of truth and grace.
3 In his heavenly Father's house,
Jesus spent his early days;
There he paid his solemn vows,

There proclaimed his Father's praise: Thus it was his lot to gain

Favour both with God and man.

4 Father, guide our steps aright
In the way that Jesus trod;
May it be our great delight
To obey thy will, O God!

Then to us shall soon be given
Endless bliss with Christ in heaven.

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Samuel in God's Temple.

L.M.

YOUNG Samuel, in his infant days,
Was carried to the house of God;
Early he learned his Maker's praise,
While in his holy courts he trod.

2 To him while in his childish years, The Lord his God himself made known, And told in little Samuel's ears,

The things that shortly should be done 8 That Samuel (highly favoured child) Would be a prophet, Israel knew, Fer all his sayings were fulfilled, And every word he spake was true. 4 Then let us be, like Samuel, still Ready to listen to the Lord; For God can yet himself reveal To children in his holy word. 410 Remember now thy Creator. I REMEMBER thy Creator now,

In these thy youthful days;
He will accept thine earliest vow;
He loves thine earliest praise.
2 Remember thy Creator now,

Seek him while he is near;
For evil Jays will come when thou
Shalt find no comfort here.

3 Remember thy Creator now,
His willing servant be;

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Then, when thy head in death shall bow
He will remember thee.

4 Almighty God! our hearts incline
Thy heavenly voice to hear;
Let all our future days be thine,
Devoted to thy fear.

411 Christian Communion.

CHILDREN! our Father calls,

And Christ invites us near;

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With both, our friendship shall be sweet, And our communion dear.

2 God pities all our griefs;
He pardons every day;
Almighty to protect our souls,
And wise to guide our way.

3 How large his bounties are!
What various stores of good,
Dufused from our Redeemer's hand,
And purchased with his blood!

4

Jesus, our living head,
We bless thy faithful care;
Our advocate before the throne,
And our forerunner there.

5 Here fix, our roving hearts!

Here wait, our warmest love! Till this communion be complete An nobler scenes above.

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The Coming of Christ.

S. M.

ORD Jesus, come! for here
Our path through wilds is laid;

We watch as for the day-spring near,
Amid the breaking shade.

2 Lord Jesus, come! for still

Vice shouts with senseless mirth: And famished thousands crave their fill, While teems the fruitful earth.

3 Lord Jesus, come! for hosts

Meet on the battle-plain;

The Christian mourns, the tyrant boasts, And tears are shed like rain.

4 Hark! herald voices near

Proclaim thy happier day:

Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear!
We wait to strew thy way.

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MONTHLY CONCERT.

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Praise to God.

L. M.

ETERNAL power, whose high abode
Becomes the grandeur of a God;

In vain the loftiest angel tries

To reach thy height with wondering eyes.

2 Earth from afar has heard thy fame, And mortals learned to lisp thy name; But O the glories of thy mind

Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.

3 God is in heaven, but man below;
Be short our prayers, our words be few;
A solemn reverence checks our songs,
And praise sits silent on our tongues.

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Songs of Triumph.

C. M.

SING we the song of those who stand

Around the eternal inrone;

Of every kindred, clime and land,
A multitude unknown.

2 Toil, trial, suffering still await, Those that compose our throng; Yet learn we in our low estate

The church triumphant's song.

3 Worthy the Lamb, who once was slain,
Cry the redeemed above,
Blessing and honour to obtain,
And everlasting love.

4 Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing,
Who died, our souls to save;

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Henceforth, O Death, where is thy sting? Thy victory, O Grave?

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What shall we give Thee? L. M.

CREATURES, dependant day by day, By goodness and by mercy blest, What have we, Lord, to give away? What single treasure, self-possessed? 2 'Tis of thine own, whate'er we bring;Time, gold or talent, strength or zeal; And sovereign favour is the spring Of all we are, or do, or feel.

3 Virtue and power thy grace imparts;
Gives vital warmth to head and hand;
Stirs the dead current round our hearts,
And sends us forth, a living band.

4 Thine now, by twice ten thousand claims,
What can we to thy bounty pay!
What but enrol our worthless names,
Thy servants, to our dying day!

6 Yet, Lord, so frail and faithless we,
Such traitors to the vows we take,
Thou, surety for thy servants be,
Or twice ten thousand ties we break.