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2 But time rolls on, and year by year
We change, grow up, or pass away;
Have hailed the children's festal day. 3 Death, ere another spring, may strike
Some in our union, marked to fall;
The warning is to each, to all.
This day we ne'er again shall see;
HYMN 561. C. M. 
Beside th' Eternal stood,
The land, the sky, the flood;
An infant form to wear;
And lisp thy faltered prayer.
With Israel's elders round,
Thy chiefest joy was found.
And, Saviour deign to bless,
HYMN 562. C. M. 
How fair the lily grows!
Of Sharon's dewy rose.
2 Lo! such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod;
Is upward drawn to God.
Tae ily must decas;
Oi man's maturer age,
HYMN 563. is. 
For the children thou hast given;
Grace on earth and bliss in heaven.
ar their hearts be drawn to thee; Let them learn to lisp thy praise
In their earliest infancy. 3 When we see their passions rise,
Sinful habits unsubdued, Then to thee we lift our eyes,
That their hearts may be renewed. 4 Cleanse their souls from erery stain,
Thro' the Saviour's precious blood; Let them all be born again,
And be reconciled to God. 5 For this mercy, Lord, we cry;
Bend thine ever gracious ear; While on thee our souls rely,
Hear our prarer-in mercy hear.
HYMN 664. L. M.
HYMN 565. 78.
4 Shall we ever rise to dwell
HYMN 566. 7s.
HOLY Bible! book divine;
HYMN 567. L. M.
THE clock has struck, I cannot stay,
357 I'd ask the favour of the Lord, And pray to understand his word. 3 0 shall my teachers wait in vain, While my neglect must give them pain? No, let me rather strive to be First of their little family. 4 These Sabbath days will soon bè o'er, And I shall go to school no more; I would not then endure the pain Of having spent my time in vain.
HYMN 568. 78 & 6s. TO thee, ( blessed Saviour,
Our grateful songs we raise; O tune our hearts and voices,
Thy holy name to praise ; 'Tis by thy sovereign mercy
We're here allow'd to meet;
Thy blessing to entreat.
Who labor for our good;
By us be understood
To thee our glorious King;
Thy praises there to sing. 3 And may the precious gospel
Be published all abroad, Till the benighted heathen,
Shall know and serve the Lord : Till o'er the wide creation
The rays of truth shall shine, And nations now in darkness,
Arise to light divine.