(75.)

C. M.

1 DY cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows;

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How sweet the breath beneath the hill
Of Sharon's dewy rose.

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 wint'ry hour
Of man's maturer age

Will shake the soul with sorrow's pow'r,
And stormy passion's rage.

5 O Thou, whose Infant feet were found
Within Thy Father's shrine !

Whose years with changeless virtue crown'd
Were all alike divine;

6 Dependent on Thy bounteous breath,
We seek Thy grace alone,

(76.)

In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still Thine own!

SECTION VI.

THE SABBATH AND SCHOOL.

87, 87.

1 LORD, a little band and lowly,

274.

We are come to worship Thee:
Thou art great, and high, and holy;
Meek and humble let us be!

2 Fill our hearts with thoughts of Jesus,
And of heaven, where He is gone;
And let nothing ever please us
He would grieve to look upon.

3 For we know the Lord of glory
Always sees what children do,
And is writing now the story
Of our thoughts and actions too.

4 Let our sins be all forgiven;
Make us fear whate'er is wrong;
Lead us on our way to heaven,
There to sing a nobler song.

275.

1

AVIOUR, round Thy footstool bending,
See this youthful band appear;

Let Thy Spirit, now descending,

Our petition deign to hear.
Thou art ready;

For Thy grace is always near.

2 No harsh words of indignation
Drive this little flock from Thee;
Gentle is Thy invitation,

"Suffer them to come to Me."
Blessed Saviour,

Let us each Thy kingdom see.

3 Take us, then, Thou kind Protector!
Fold us 'neath Thy watchful care;
Be our Shepherd, Friend, Director,
In Thy arms of mercy bear!

Guide to glory :

We shall dwell in safety there. 172

(78.)

C. M.

276.

1 IS is the day when Christ arose
So early from the dead;

Why should I keep my eyelids closed,
And waste my hours in bed?

2 This is the day when Jesus broke
The power of death and hell;
And shall I still wear Satan's yoke,
And love my sins so well?

3 To-day with pleasure Christians meet,
To pray, and hear the word:
And I would go, with cheerful feet,
To learn Thy will, O Lord!

4 I'll leave my sport, to read and pray,
And so prepare for heaven:
O may I love this blessed day
The best of all the seven!

LORD, help us, as we hear,

To treasure up Thy word;
And not to-morrow to appear
As if we had not heard.

277.

2 Lord, help us, as we sing,
To mean the words we use;
And not to mock our heavenly King,
And all His love abuse.

3 Lord, help us, as we pray,

To come with heart sincere;
And as we run in wisdom's way,
To seek Thy blessing here.

4 Lord, help us, as we live,
Thy servants to abide;

Our food and raiment kindly give,
And all we need, provide.

5 Lord, help us, when we die,
To reach yon heavenly shore;
And, with Thy holy ones on high,
To praise Thee evermore.

278.

L. M.

1 LORD, how delightful 'tis to see

A whole assembly worship Thee!
At once they sing, at once they pray;
They hear of heaven, and learn the way.
2 I have been there, and still would go;
'Tis like a little heaven below;

Not all my pleasure and my play
Shall tempt me to forget this day.
3 0, write upon my memory, Lord,
The texts and doctrines of Thy word;
That I may break Thy laws no more,
But love Thee better than before.

(80.)

4 With thoughts of Christ, and things Divine, Fill up this foolish heart of mine;

That, finding pardon through His blood,
I may lie down and wake with God.

ND now another day is gone,

Along my Maker's praise:

My comforts every hour make known
His providence and grace.

2 But how my childhood runs to waste!
My sins how great their sum!
Lord, give me pardon for the past,
And strength for days to come.

3 I lay my body down to sleep;
Let angels guard my head,

(81.)

And through the hours of darkness keep
Their watch around my bed.

4 With cheerful heart I close mine eyes,
Since Thou wilt not remove;
And in the morning let me rise
Rejoicing in Thy love.

(82.)

87,87.

280.

JESUS, tender Shepherd, hear me !

Thy little lamb to-night:

Through the darkness be Thou near me;
Keep me safe till morning light.

2 Through this day Thy hand has led me,-
And I thank Thee for Thy care;
Thou hast warm'd and clothed and fed me:
Listen to my evening prayer.

3 Let my sins be all forgiven;

Bless the friends I love so well;
Take me, when I die, to heaven,
Happy there with Thee to dwell.

(83.)

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SECTION VII.

HEAVEN.

C. M., with Chorus.

281.

AROUND the throne of God in heaven

Thousands of children stand,

Children whose sins are all forgiven,
A holy, happy band;

Chorus. Singing, Glory, glory, glory!

2 What brought them to that world above,
That heaven so bright and fair,

Where all is peace, and joy, and love,-
How came those children there?
Singing, &c.