4 Onward, then, ye people, join our happy throng; Blend with ours your voices in the triumph-song; Glory, praise, and honour unto Christ the King, This through countless ages men and angels sing. Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, Looking unto Jesus, who is gone before.
AVIOUR, like a shepherd, lead us,
Only safe beneath Thy care;
In Thy pleasant pastures feed us,
For our use Thy folds prepare;
Blessed Jesus!
Thou hast bought us, Thine we are.
2 We are Thine, do Thou befriend us,
Be the Guardian of our way;
Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us,
Seek us when we go astray;
Blessed Jesus!
Hear Thy children when they pray.
3 Thou hast promised to receive us,
Poor and sinful though we be;
Thou hast mercy to relieve us,
Grace to cleanse and power to free;
Blessed Jesus!
Let us ever turn to Thee!
4 Early let us seek Thy favour,
Early let us do Thy will;
Holy Lord, our only Saviour,
With Thy grace our bosoms fill;
Blessed Jesus!
Thou hast loved us, love us still.
1 CAVIOUR! who Thy flock art feeding
With the shepherd's kindest care,
All the feeble gently leading,
While the lambs Thy bosom share.
2 Now these little ones receiving,
Fold them in Thy gracious arm;
There, we know, Thy word believing,
Only there, secure from harm!
3 Never, from Thy pasture roving,
Let them be the lion's prey;
Let Thy tenderness so loving
Keep them all life's dangerous way.
4 Then, within Thy fold eternal,
Let them find a resting-place,
Feed in pastures ever vernal,
Drink the rivers of Thy grace!
1 THE morning bright with rosy light
Has waked me from my sleep;
Father, I own Thy love alone
Thy little one doth keep.
2 All through the day, I humbly pray,
Be Thou my guard and guide;
My sins forgive, and let me live,
Lord Jesu, near Thy side.
3 O make Thy rest within my breast,
Great Spirit of all grace;
Make me like Thee, then shall I be
Prepared to see Thy face.
1 THERE'S a Friend for little children
Above the bright blue sky;
A Friend who never changeth,
Whose love can never die.
Unlike our friends by nature,
Who change with changing years,
This Friend is always worthy
The precious name He bears.
2 There's a rest for little children
Above the bright blue sky :
For those who love the Saviour,
And Abba Father cry.
A rest from every trouble,
From sin and danger free,
Where every little pilgrim
Shall rest eternally.
3 There's a home for little children
Above the bright blue s'ky,
Where Jesus reigns in glo ry,
A home of peace and joy;
No home on earth is like it,
Nor can with it compar,
For every one is happy,
Nor can be happier there.
4 There's a crown for little children
Above the bright blue s] <y,
And all who look to Jesus
Shall wear it by-and-by,
A crown of brightest glory,
Which He will then best ow
On those who found His fa vour,
And loved Him here bel ow.
5 There's a song for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
A song that will not weary,
Though sung continually;
A song which even angels
Can never, never sing.
They know not Christ as Saviour,
But worship Him as King.
6 There's a robe for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
A harp of sweetest music,
A palm of victory.
All, all above is treasured,
And found in Christ alone;
O come, clear little children,
That all may be your own.
O how they sweetly sing, Worthy is our Saviour King, Loud let His praises ring, Praise,, praise for aye.
Come to this happy land,
Come, come away:
Why wil 1 ye doubting stand?
Why still delay ?
O we shall happy be,
When fror n sin and sorrow free;
Lord, we shall live with Thee,
Blest, blest for aye.
Bright in that happy land
Beams every eye;
Kept by a Father's hand,
Love cannot die.
On then to glory run,
Be a crown and kingdom won;
And bright above the sun
Reign, reign for aye.
THERE is a path that leads to God,
All others go astray;
Narrow but pleasant is the road,
And Christians love the way.
2 It leads straight through the world of sin,
And dangers must be pass'd;
But those who boldly walk therein,
Will get to heaven at last.
3 How shall an infant pilgrim dare
This dangerous path to tread ?
For on the way is many a snare
For youthful travellers spread.
4 While the broad road, where thousands go,
Lies near, and opens
And many turn aside, I know,
To walk with sinners there.
5 But lest my feeble steps should slide,
Or wander from Thy way,
Lord, condescend to be my guide,
And I shall never stray.
6 Then I may go without alarm,
And trust His word of old;
"The lambs He'll gather with His arm, And lead them to the fold."
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