2 Lo! such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod ;
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.
3 By cool Siloam's shady rill
The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill,
Must shortly fade away.
4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man's maturer age,
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, And stormy passion's rage.
HYMN 563. 7s. [428]
GOD of mercy hear our prayer
For the children thou hast given;
Let them all thy blessings share
Grace on earth and bliss in heaven.
2 In the morning of their days
May 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 every 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 praver-in mercy hear.'
WE are but young-yet we may sing
The praises of our heavenly King;
He made the earth, the sea, the sky,
And all the starry worlds on high.
2 We are but young-yet we have heard
The gospel news, the heavenly word:
If we despise the only way,
Dreadful will be the judgment day.
3 We are but young-yet we must die,
Perhaps our latter end is nigh;
Lord, may we early seek thy grace,
And find in Christ a hiding-place.
4 We are but young-we need a guide;
Jesus, in thee we would confide;
O lead us in the path of truth,
Protect and bless our helpless youth.
5 We are but young-yet God has shed
Unnumbered blessings on our head;
Then let our youth and riper days
Be all devoted to his praise.
SOON will set the Sabbath sun,
Soon the sacred day be gone;
But a sweeter rest remains,
Where the glorious Saviour reigns.
2 Pleasant is the Sabbath bell,
Seeming much of joy to tell;
Kind our teachers are to-day,
In the school we love to stay.
3 But a music sweeter far,
Breathes, where angel-spirits are;
Higher far than earthly strains,
Where the rest of God remains.
4 Shall we ever rise to dwell
Where immortal praises swell?
And can children ever go
Where eternal Sabbaths glow?
5 Yes-that rest our own may be,
All the good shall Jesus see;
For the good a rest remains,
Where the glorious Saviour reigns.
HOLY Bible! book divine;
Precious treasure! thou art mine!
Mine, to tell me whence I came;
Mine, to teach me what I am.
2 Mine, to chide me when I rove;
Mine, to show a Saviour's love;
Mine art thou to guide my feet,
Mine, to judge, condemn, acquit.
3 Mine, to comfort in distress,
If the holy spirit bless;
Mine, to show by living faith
Man can triumph over death.
4 Mine, to tell of joys to come,
And the rebel sinner's doom!
O thou precious book divine!
Precious treasure! thou art mine!
THE clock has struck, I cannot stay,
O. let me rise and haste away;
I'll quit my bed, and leave my home,
The hour of school at length is come.
2 I would be there when prayer begins, To seek the pardon of my sins;
I'd ask the favour of the Lord,
And pray to understand his word.
3 O 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. 7s & 6s.
TO thee, O 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;
To join with friends and teachers,
Thy blessing to entreat.
2 Lord, guide and bless our teachers,
Who labor for our good;
And may the holy scriptures
By us be understood
O may our hearts be given
To thee our glorious King;
That we may meet in heaven,
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.
WELCOME, sweet morn, we hail with joy,
Thy holy light, thy blest employ;
And come a little favored band,
One sacred hour with Christ to spend.
2 Our infant hearts would humbly pray
That he will bless our school to-day;
To him our joyful notes of praise,
With one united voice we raise.
3 An offering to our heavenly King
Of Glad hosannas now we bring;
And hope at last in his embrace,
Secure from sin, to find a place.
DEATH has been here, and borne away
A brother from our side,—
Just in the morning of his day,
As young as we, he died.
2 Not long ago, he filled his place,
And sat with us to learn:
But he has run his mortal race,
And never can return.
3 Perhaps our time may be as short,
Our days may fly as fast;
O Lord, impress the solemn thought,
That this may be our last!
4 All needful strength is thine to give ;
To thee our souls apply,
For grace to teach us how to live,
And make us fit to die.
DEAR partner of our hopes and fears,
And wilt thou here no longer dwell,
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