3 When sickness preys upon my cheek, 4 And when the hour of death shall come, May I, from sorrow free, 364 Pass gently to my heavenly home, Anniversary. 10 THOU to whom all thanks are due, Our Maker and Preserver too, L.M. Now teach our grateful songs to praise The God in whom are all our ways. 2 We thank Thee for Thy watchful care Continued through another year; For all Thy kind remembrance shown In every favour we have known. 3 Thy goodness lights the path we tread; Thy mercy gives our daily bread; And each good thing we have besides, Thy large and bounteous hand provides. 4 But Thou hast richer treasures stored For those who follow Christ the Lord; May we amongst that number be, And find true joy alone in Thee! 365 Before Starting for Excursion or School Treat. P.M. 1 THE day has now come, and here we are met, The teachers and scholars, the girls and the boys; Let us all now agree truly happy to be, And set off in gladness God's wonders to see. 2 Then happy to be, our minds must be free From malice and anger, from envy and spite, From folly and lying, or any such sin, Control over tempers all striving to win. 3 Be each one determined to reign over self, And every one seeking all others to please; For this will ensure us a day of content, A season of pleasure, on which we are bent. 4 The folly of one could spoil our delight, Would vex our dear teachers, and make them feel sad; Let each ask himself, Shall that troubler be I? And answer, O no; to avoid it I'll try. 5 Then let us now go, with one heart and one mind, Along with our teachers, who aim at our good; Oft telling us truly sin's hated by God, Yet telling us also that Christ shed His blood. 366 Removal of a Teacher. L.M. 1 LORD, in Thy mercy condescend 2 How often we his voice have heard, P Thy blessing, Lord, upon us shower, 367 On him whom now we bid farewell! Death of a Scholar. C.M. 1 DEATH has been here, and borne away Just in the morning of his day, 2 Perhaps our time may be as short, O Lord, impress the solemn thought, 3 We cannot tell who next may fall 868 Death of a Scholar. L.M. 1 A MOURNING class, a vacant seat, Tell us that one we loved to meet Will join our youthful throng no more, Till all these changing scenes are o'er. 2 That welcome face, that sparkling eye, And sprightly form, must buried lie Deep in the cold and silent gloom, The rayless night that fills the tomb. 3 And we live on, but none can say How near or distant is the day When death's unwelcome hand shall come 370 L. M. Our much-loved teacher to restore? 3 Then, though no more we hear his tongue, Praise should attend our mournful song; He was to us in mercy sent, And God takes back but what He lent. 371 Before Meat. L.M. LORD, bless this food, and grant that we LORD, make us thankful for our food; 373 BE present at our table, Lord; Be here and everywhere adored ; 374 After Meat. L. M. L.M. L.M. WE thank Thee, Lord, for this our food, |