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7 Thus I may safely venture through,
Beneath my Shepherd's care ;
Till I shall enter there.
815 1 THERE'S 4 land that is fairer than day,
And by faith we can see it afar;
And prepares us a dwelling-place there. 2 We may sing on that beautiful shore,
The melodious songs of the blest;
Nor once sigh for the blessing of rest. 3 To our bountiful Father above,
Let us offer the tribute of praise,
And the blessings that hallow our days.
Jesus, the Children's friend!
Our life and health descend;
Thou art the Children's friend !
And to its truths attend;
And love the Children's friend!
To Him our souls commend,
To be the Children's friend!
5 Lord, fix our youthful hearts on high,
And when this life shall end,
7,6. D. 1 ITWAS God that made the ocean 'TWAS
And laid its sandy bed; He gave the stars their motion,
And built the mountain's head; He made the rolling thunder,
The lightning's forkèd flame : His works are full of wonder,
All glorious is His name. 2 And must it not surprise us
That one so high and great
Poor sinners, at His feet?
Our raiment and our food;
And is in all things good. 3 But things that are far greater
His mighty hand hath done; He sent us blessings sweeter
Through Christ His only Son: Who, when He saw us dying
In sin and sorrow's night, On wings of mercy flying,
Came down with life and light. 4. He gives His word to teach us
Our danger and our wants; And kindly doth beseech us
To take the life He grants.
From Satan's deadly powers;
83, 7s. D. 1 E shall sleep, but not for ever,
On the resurrection morn!
From the desert and the plain,
We shall sleep, but not for ever,
There will be a glorious dawn ! We shall meet to part—no, never,
On the resurrection morn!
That we tended with such care,
How our aching hearts despair!
Till the setting sun is low,
We shall sleep, but not for ever
In the lone and silent grave;
Blessed be the Lord that gave!
Ss. 1 WF E speak of the realms of the blest,
That country so bright and so fair; And oft are its glories confessed;
But what will it be to be there!
Its walls decked with jewels so rare;
3 We speak of its freedom from sin,
4 We speak of its service of love,
Of robes which the glorified wear,
5 Do Thou, Lord! midst pleasure or woe,
For heaven our spirits prepare;
8, 7. 1
a strange and wondrous story,
From the Book of God is read!
Had not where to lay His head.
2 How He left His throne in heaven,
Here to suffer, bleed, and die,
And ascend to God on high.
3 Father! let Thy Holy Spirit
Still reveal a Saviour's love,
Glory where He reigns above.
4 There with saints and angels dwelling,
May I that great love proclaim,
All the wonders of His name.
WHEN, His salvation bringing,
Hosanna to His name.
But, as He rode along,
Hosanna to Jesus they sang. 2 And since the Lord retaineth
His love for children still;
On Zion's heavenly hill:
Who sits upon the throne,
Hosanna to Jesus we'll sing. 3 For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer's praise,
Would their Hosannas raise.
The tribute of our words?
Hosanna to Jesus, our King!
68, 8s. 1 WHE THEN little Samuel woke,
And heard his Maker's voice, At every word He spoke
How much did he rejoice! O blessed happy child, to find l'he God of heaven so near and kind.