3 We bring them, Lord, with thankful hands, 446. C. M. BRIGGS' COLL. REMEMBER THY CREATOR IN THE DAYS OF THY YOUTH. 1 YE joyous ones! upon whose brow O'er whose glad path life's early flowers Forget not Him whose love hath poured And tinged those opening buds of hope 2 Thou tempted one! just entering Ten thousand snares are spread for thee, A dark and a deceitful band, Trust not Thine own unaided strength 3 Thou whose yet bright and joyous eye : 447. L. M. FEED MY LAMBS! L. E. LANDON. 1 WHILE yet the youthful spirit bears The image of its God within, And uneffaced that beauty wears, 4 The infant prayer, the infant hymn, 5 The infant hymn is heard again, 448. L. M. A CHILD'S PRAYER. ANONYMOUS. 1 Great God! and wilt Thou condescend 2 Art Thou my Father?-Let me be And try, in word and deed and thought, 4 Art Thou my Father?-Then, at last, 449. C. M. MRS. BARBauld. THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM. 1 OUR country is Immanuel's ground; 2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow, But only heaven our hopes can raise, 3 We tread the path our Master trod; And every thorn that wounds our feet 4 The flowers that spring along the road We walk o'er beds of shining ore, 5 We purge our mortal dross away, And while we die to earth and sense, 450. C. M. THE SPIRITUAL WORLD. BRIGGS' COLL. 1 THERE is a world we have not seen, 2 There is a world, and O how blest! 3 Ah, this pure world is ever bright 4 Look not abroad with roving mind, It comes, where'er the lowly find 451. C. M. HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS. CROSWELL. 1 Now gird your patient loins again, 2 And still more freshly in the mind Which then were born for all mankind, And, underneath these hallowed eaves, In every heart that him receives, THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE. 1 JESUS, while he dwelt below, To a place would often go, Near to Kedron's brook that lay: In this place he loved to be, GRANT. |