2 In vain we teach, unless thy grace Then deign to hear, hide not thy face, 3 Without thee we can nothing do, Oh! change our hearts, our minds renew, 4 And may the sacred tie of love A foretaste give of joys above, 5 Thus while on earth, we would adore; May teachers, children, meet once more, 467 Loving-kindness. L. M. A WAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, 3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, His loving kindness, O how strong! 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, 5 Often I feel my sinful heart 1 CHRIST was teaching all the day 7's. Where the throng of hearers met; And at night retired to pray In the mount of Olivet. 2 He on no soft couch reposed Through the 'customed hours of sleep; 3 All the labours we have shared, 4 0 may gratitude inspire, Him to follow now above; here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin, Temptation without, and corruption within: E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 3 I would not live alway; no-welcome the tomb; Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not gloom : There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 4 Who, who would live alway away from his God; Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode; Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns: 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul! 470 Teachers' social Prayer-meeting. C. M. 1 COME! let us join our notes of praise, Let harmony our voices raise, And love employ our song. 2 Like Jesus let us strive to be, 3 Lord! let no strife our union spoil, 4 And when at length our weary feet May children and their teachers meet 471 The Light of Zion. C. M HAIL, highly favoured of the skies, Awake to joys divine; Spring from the dust, transported rise, 2 Before thy rising morn are driven 3 To illume thy throne, thy fame to spread, Thy Lord his love displays, And pours his wonders round thy head In everlasting blaze. Earth's proudest monarchs, at command, And millions, flown from every land, 280 5 From realm to realm thy wondrous light Extends its dazzling sway, 2 3 4 1 And banishes earth's gloomy night A CHARGE to keep I have, A never-dying soul to save, O may it all my powers engage, Arm me with jealous care, And O thy servant, Lord, prepare, Help me to watch and pray, Assured, if I my trust betray, S. M. L. M. MAY we who teach the rising race, Be filled, O Lord, with every grace; And may thy Spirit from above Descend and bless our work of love. 2 Thy grace to those we teach impart, O Lord, renew each youthful heart; Help them from every sin to flee, And dedicate their lives to thee. 3 May we in love to them abound, And zealous in the work be found; And many seals may we obtain, To prove our labour's not in vain. |