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3 My heart, to folly prone,
Renew by power divine;
Unite it to thyself alone,
And make me wholly thine.
4 Oh! let thy word of grace

My warmest thoughts employ;
Be this, through all my following days,
My treasure and my joy.

5 To what thy laws impart

Be my whole soul inclined;
Come, Saviour, dwell within my heart,
And sanctify my mind.

410

L. M.

Prayer for Youth.

GREAT Saviour! who didst condescend
Young children in thine arms to take,
Still prove thyself the children's friend,'
And save them for thy mercy's sake.
2 While in the slippery paths of youth,
Be thou their guardian-thou their guide;
That they, directed by thy truth,

May never from thy precepts slide.
3 To read thy word their hearts incline;
To understand it, light impart:
O Saviour! let their all be thine!
Take full possession of each heart.

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BESTOW, O Lord, upon our youth
The gift of saving grace,

And let the seed of sacred truth
Fall in a fruitful place.

2 Grace is a plant, where'er it grows,
Of pure and heavenly root;
But fairest in the youngest shows,
And yields the sweetest fruit.

3 Ye careless ones, oh, hear betimes
The voice of saving love!

Your youth is stained with numerous crimes,
But mercy reigns above.

4 For you the public prayer is made;
Oh, join the public prayer!
For you the sacred tear is shed;
Oh, shed yourselves a tear!

5 We pray that you may early prove
The Saviour's quickening grace;
Too young you cannot taste his love,
Or seek his smiling face.

412

C. M.

Pleasure of instructing the Young.

BLEST work! the youthful mind to win,
And turn the rising race

From dark and dangerous paths of sin,
To seek redeeming grace.

2 Children our kind protection claim;
And God will well approve,

When infants learn to lisp his name,
And their Redeemer love.

3 Be ours the bliss, in wisdom's way
To guide untutored youth,
And show the mind which went astray
The way, the life, the truth!

4 Thy Spirit, Father! on us shed,
And bless this good design:

The honors of thy name be spread;
Be all the glory thine.

413

TIME.

7s & 63.

Flight of Time.

TIME is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter's day-
A journey to the tomb:
Youth and vigor soon will flee,
Blooming beauty lose its charms;
All that's mortal soon shall be
Enclosed in death's cold arms.

2 Time is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter's day-
A journey to the tomb:
But the Christian shall enjoy
Health and beauty, soon, above,
Far beyond the world's alloy,
Secure in Jesus' love.

414

C. M.

THE time is short!-sinners, beware,
Nor trifle time away;
The word of great salvation hear,
While yet 'tis called to-day.

2 The time is short!-O sinners, now, To Christ the Lord submit;

To mercy's golden sceptre bow,
And fall at Jesus' feet.

3 The time is short!-ye saints, rejoice—
The Lord will quickly come:
Soon shall you hear the Saviour's voice,
To call you to your home.

4 The time is short!-it swiftly flies-
The hour is just at hand,

When we shall mount above the skies,
And reach the wished-for land.

5 The time is short!-the moment near,
When we shall dwell above;
And be forever happy there,
With Jesus, whom we love.

12s & 8s.

415

Misspent Time and Privileges lamented.

WHEN the harvest is past, and the summer is

gone,

And sermons and prayers shall be o'er;

When the beams cease to break of the sweet Sabbath morn,

And Jesus invites thee no more;

When the rich gales of mercy no longer shall blow, The gospel no message declare

Sinner, how can'st thou bear the deep wailings of wo?

How suffer the night of despair?

2 When the holy have gone to the regions of peace, To dwell in the mansions above,

When their harmony wakes, in the fulness of bliss,
Their song to the Saviour they love;-

Say, O sinner, who livest at rest, and secure,
Who fearest no trouble to come,

Can thy spirit the swellings of sorrow endure,
Or bear the impenitent's doom?

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GENTLY glides the stream of life,
Oft along the flowery vale;
Or impetuous down the cliff,
Rushing roars when storms assail.

2 'Tis an ever-varied flood,
Always rolling to its sea;

Slow, or quick-or mild, or rude,
Tending to eternity.

417

6s & 5s.

Permanent Peace and Friendship in Heaven only.

WHEN shall we meet again,

Meet ne'er to sever?

When will peace wreath her chain

Round us forever?

Our hearts will ne'er repose,

Safe from each blast that blows
In this dark vale of woes-

Never-no, never!

2 When shall love freely flow,
Pure as life's river?

When shall sweet friendship glow,
Changeless forever?

Where joys celestial thrill,

Where bliss each heart shall fill,
And fears of parting chill-
Never-no, never!

3 Up to that world of light
Take us, dear Saviour!
May we all there unite,
Happy forever!

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