3 But trees, and fields, and skies,
Still praise a God unknown;
For gratitude and love can rise
From living hearts alone.

4 These living hearts of ours

Thy holy name would bless ;
The blossoms of ten thousand flowers
Would please thee, Father, less.

5 While earth itself decays,

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Our souls can never die ;

O, tune them all to sing thy praise
In better songs on high.

C. M.

The Soul's Beauty unfading.

HERBERT.

1 SWEET day! so cool, so calm, so bright,
Bridal of earth and sky,

The dew shall weep thy fall to-night,
For thou, alas ! must die.

2 Sweet rose ! in air whose odors wave,
And color charms the eye,
Thy root is ever in its grave,

And thou, alas! must die.

3 Sweet spring! of days and roses made,
Whose charms for beauty vie,
Thy days depart, thy roses fade ;
Thou, too, alas ! must die.

4 Only a sweet and holy soul
Hath tints that never fly;

While flowers decay, and seasons roll,
This lives, and cannot die.

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S. M.

The Young asking for Divine Guidance.

ANONYMOUS.

1 FROM earliest dawn of life,
Thy goodness we have shared ;

And still we live to sing thy praise,
By sovereign mercy spared..
2 To learn and do thy will,

O Lord, our hearts incline;
And o'er the paths of future life
Command thy light to shine.
3 While taught thy word of truth,
May we that word receive,
And, when we hear of Jesus' name,
In that blest name believe !

4 O, let us never tread

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The broad, destructive road,

But trace those holy paths which lead
To glory and to God!

S. M.

Thoughts on Death.

1 LET children never fear

ANONYMOUS.

To leave this world of ours;
To close their eyes to beauty here,
And summer's fading flowers.

2 Beyond the hills that stand
In majesty alone,

There is a brighter, purer land,
And there our Father's throne.

3 No mortal step, can tread
Upon a shore so fair;

No mortal voice can there be heard,
But angel harps are there.

4 And thither soars the soul,

When life's brief day is done;
There is the destined, happy goal
For each immortal one.

5 Then shall we turn away,
When God would call us home?

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No! let us rather gladly say,
Lord! at thy call we come.

C. M.

Life's little Lines.

DOANE.

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,

ANONYMOUS.

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.

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8 & 7s. M.

Opening of a Sabbath School.

ANONYMOUS.

1 We have met in peace together
In this house of God again;
Constant friends have led us hither,
Here to chant the solemn strain ;
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."

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C. M.

Commencing Hymn.

H. K. WHITE.

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.

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7s. M.

Prayer for a Blessing.

T. GRAY, JR.

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,

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Trusting faith, and holy love.

C. M.

Songs of Children in Heaven.

1 THERE is a glorious world of light Above the starry sky,

;

J. TAYLOR.

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.