No! let us rather gladly say,
Lord at thy call we come.
C. M.
Life's little Lines.
1 LIFE'S little lines, how short, how faint,
How fast they fade away;
Its highest hopes, its brightest joys,
Are compassed in a day.
2 Yet, though so changing and so brief
Our life's eventful page,
It has its charm for every grief,
Its joy for every age.
3 Let ours be virtue's deathless charm,
And faith's untiring flight;
Then shall we rise from death's dark sleep
To worlds of cloudless light.
1 THE lilies of the field,
That quickly fade away,
May well to us a lesson yield;
For we are frail as they.
2 Just like an early rose,
I've seen an infant bloom;
But death, perhaps, before it blows,
Will lay it in the tomb.
3 Then let us think on death,
Though we are young and gay;
For God, who gave our life and breath,
Can take them both away.
4 To God, who made them all,
Let children humbly cry;
And then, whenever death may call,
They'll be prepared to die.
8 & 7s. M.
Opening of a Sabbath School.
1 WE have met in peace together
In this house of God again;
Constant friends have led us hither,
Here to chant the solemn stram ;
Here to breathe our adoration,
Here the Saviour's praise to sing;
May the Spirit of salvation
Come with healing in his wing.
2 We have met, and time is flying;
We shall part, and still his wing,
Sweeping o'er the dead and dying,
Will the changeful seasons bring:
Let us, while our hearts are lightest,
In our fresh and early years,
Turn to Him whose smile is brightest,
And whose grace will calm our fears.
3 He will aid us, should existence
With its sorrows sting the breast ;
Gleaming in the onward distance,
Faith will mark the land of rest:
There, 'midst day-beams round him playing,
We our Father's face shall see,
And shall hear him gently saying,
"Little children, come to me."
1 O LORD, another week is flown,
And we, a youthful band,
Are met once more before thy throne,
To bless thy fostering hand.
2 And wilt thou lend a listening ear
To praises low as ours?
Thou wilt for thou dost love to hear
The song which meekness pours.
3 And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign,
As in thy name we pray;
For thou didst bless the infant train,
And we are weak as they.
4 O, let thy grace perform its part,
And bid our passions cease;
And shed abroad in every heart
Thine everlasting peace.
1 SUPPLIANT, lo! thy children bend,
Father, for thy blessing now;
Thou canst teach us, guide, defend;
We are weak, almighty thou.
2 With the peace thy word imparts
Be the taught and teachers blest;
In our lives, and in our hearts,
Father, be thy laws impressed.
3 Shed abroad in every mind
Light and pardon from above,
Charity for all our kind,
Trusting faith, and holy love.
Songs of Children in Heaven.
1 THERE is a glorious world of light Above the starry sky,
Where saints departed, clothed in white,
Adore the Lord most high.
2 And hark! — amid the sacred songs
Those heavenly voices raise,
Ten thousand thousand infant tongues
Unite in perfect praise.
3 Those are the hymns that we shall know
If Jesus we obey ;
That is the place where we shall go,
If found in wisdom's way.
4 This is the joy we ought to seek,
And make our chief concern ;
For this we come, from week to week,
To read, and hear, and learn.
5 Soon will our earthly race be run,
Our mortal frame decay ;
Children and teachers, one by one,
Must from earth away.
6 Great God! impress the serious thought,
This day, on every breast;
That both the teachers and the taught
May enter to thy rest.
United Praise of Teachers and Children.
1 COME, let our voices join
In joyful songs of praise;
To God, the God of love,
Our thankful hearts we 'll raise;
To God alone all praise belongs,-
Our earliest and our latest songs.
2 Within these hallowed walls
Our wandering feet are brought,
Where prayer and praise ascend,
And heavenly truths are taught:
To God alone your offerings bring;
Let young and old his praises sing.
3 Lord, let this work of love
Be crowned with full success;
Let thousands, yet unborn,
Thy sacred name here bless:
To thee, O Lord, all praise to thee
We'll raise, throughout eternity.
1 GREAT God, in whom we live and move,
Accept our feeble praise,
For all the mercy, grace, and love,
Which crown our youthful days.
2 For countless mercies, love unknown,
Lord, what can we impart ?
Thou dost require one gift alone, -
The offering of the heart.
3 Incline us, Lord, to give it thee;
Preserve us by thy grace,
Till death shall bring us all to see
Thy glory face to face.
Sabbath School Anniversary.
1 FROM year to year in love we meet ;
From year to year in peace we part;
The tongues of children uttering sweet
The thrilling joy of every heart.
2 But time rolls on; and, year by year,
We change, grow up, or pass away
Not twice the same assembly here
Have hailed the children's festal day.
3 Death, ere another year, shall strike
Some in our number marked to fall:
Be young and old prepared alike;
The warning is to each, to all.
4 Oft broke, our failing ranks renew ;
Send teachers, children, in our place,
More humble, docile, faithful, true,
More like thy Son, from race to race.
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