It speaks of a Saviour, and tells of His love;

It shows us the way to the mansions above.

The Bible! the Bible! blest volume of truth;

How sweetly it smiles on the season of youth!

It bids us seek early the pearl of great price,

Ere the heart is enslaved in the bondage of vice.

The Bible! the Bible! we hail it with joy, Its truths and its glories our tongue shall employ!

We'll sing of its triumphs, we'll tell of its worth,

And send its glad tidings afar o'er the earth.

The Bible! the Bible! the valleys shall

ring,

And hill-tops re-echo the notes that we sing;

Our banners, inscribed with its precepts and rules,

Shall long wave in triumph, the joy of our schools.

American.

CASSEL, 82. SPAIN, 84.

77.77.

OLY Bible, book divine!

83 HOLY

Precious treasure, thou art mine!

Mine, to tell me whence I came;
Mine, to teach me what I am.

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.
Mine, to comfort in distress,
If the Holy Spirit bless;
Mine, to show by living faith,
How to triumph over death.

Mine, to tell of joys to come,
And the rebel sinner's doom:
Holy Bible, book divine!

Precious treasure, thou art mine!
Chorus. Holy Bible, book divine!

84

Precious treasure, thou art mine.
John Burton, 1799 (died 1822).

76. 86. 86. 86.

WE

WICLIF, 64.

VE won't give up the Bible,
God's Holy Book of truth;

The blessed staff of hoary age,
The guide of early youth;
The sun that sheds a glorious light
O'er every dreary road;

The voice that speaks a Saviour's love,
And calls us home to God.

We won't give up the Bible,

For pleasure or for pain;

We'll buy the truth, and sell it not

For all that we might gain.
Though men should try to take our prize,
By guile or cruel might,

We'd suffer all that man could do,—
And God defend the right!

We won't give up the Bible,
But spread it far and wide,
Until its saving voice be heard
Beyond the rolling tide;

Till all shall know its gracious power,-
We, with one voice and heart,
Resolve, that from God's holy word
We'll never never part.

Rev. William Meynell Whittemore, D.D., 1841.

C.M.

DUNDEE, 103. IRISH, 108.

85 THOUGH I am young, I have a soul The world can never buy;

And while eternal ages roll,
It will not, cannot die.

For it must soar to worlds on high,
Where happy spirits dwell;

Or, buried with the wicked, lie
Deep in the abyss of hell.

The soul by any sin defiled
Can never enter heaven;

I must with God be reconciled,
And have my sins forgiven.

Pardon and cleanse me, God of grace,
And let me holy be;

Clothe in Thy robe of righteousness,
Make meet to dwell with Thee.

Thomas Sturrock's Sunday-school Hymn Book, 1850.

C.M. BEDFORD, 99. ESHER, 105.

86 THOUGH

THOUGH we are young our sins are
In sins we daily live;

O Lord, anew our souls create,
Our youthful sins forgive.

[great,

We do not love Thee as we ought,
For favours we receive;
We sin in word, in deed, in thought,
Our sins, O Lord, forgive.

Oft to bad tempers we give way,
And ill designs conceive;+
And often we neglect to pray ;-
These youthful sins forgive.

The Saviour died our guilt to bear,
That we to Him might live;

Hence we with hope present this prayer;
Our youthful sins forgive.

John Burton, 1840.

L.M.

OLD HUNDREDTH, 164. ROCKINGHAM, 166.

87 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord!

The time to ensure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.

Life is the hour that God hath given,
To escape from hell and fly to heaven;
The day of
and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.

grace,

Then what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue,
Since no device nor work is found,
Nor faith nor hope, beneath the ground.
There are no acts of pardon passed
In the cold grave to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair
Reign in eternal silence there.

Rev. Isaac Watts, D.D. (died 1748.)

77.77.

GERMAN HYMN, 72. ST. SALVADOR, 80.

88 TIME is earnest, passing by;

Death is earnest, drawing nigh;
Say, child, wilt thou trifling be?
Time and death appeal to thee.

Life is earnest; when 'tis o'er
Thou returnest never more;
Soon to meet eternity,

Wilt thou never serious be?
God is earnest: kneel and pray,
Ere thy season pass away,
Ere be set His judgment throne,
Ere the day of grace be gone.

Christ is earnest: bids thee come;
Paid thy spirit's priceless sum;
Wilt thou spurn thy Saviour's love,
Pleading with thee from above?
O be earnest, do not stay:
Thou may'st perish e'en to-day.
Rise, thou lost one, rise and flee;
Lo! thy Saviour waits for thee.
Bible Class Magazine, 1851.

(From the American Independent.)

89 TIME is

MIME is winging us away

To our eternal home;

Life is but a winter's day,

A journey to the tomb.
Youth and vigour soon will cease,
Blooming beauty lose its charms:
All that's mortal soon will be
Inclosed in death's cold arms.