3 I would not with swift-winged zeal
On the world's errands go;
And labour up the heavenly hill
With weary feet and slow,
4 O! not for Thee my weak desires,
My poorer, baser part!
O! not for Thee my fading fires,
The ashes of my heart!
5 O choose me in my golden time!
In my dear joys have part!
For Thee the glory of my prime--
The fulness of my heart!
6 I cannot, Lord, too early take
The covenant divine;
O! ne'er the happy heart may break
Whose earliest love was Thine.
COME, in life's gay morning,
Ere in thy sunny way
The flowers of hope have withered,
And sorrow ends thy day.
2 Come, while from joy's bright fountain
The streams of pleasure flow;
Come, ere thy buoyant spirits
Have felt the blight of woe.
3 'Remember thy Creator'
Now, in thy youthful days,
And He will guide thy footsteps
Through life's uncertain maze.
4' Remember thy Creator,
He calls, in tones of love;
And offers endless pleasure
In brighter worlds above.
5 And in the hour of sadness,
When earthly joys depart,
His love shall be thy solace,
And cheer thy drooping heart.
6 And when life's storms are over,
And thou from earth art free,
Thy God will be thy portion
Throughout eternity.
HAPPY is the man who hears
Instruction's warning voice!
And who celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice.
2 For she has treasures greater far,
Than east or west unfold;
And her reward is more secure,
Than is the gain of gold.
3 In her right hand she holds to view
A length of happy years;
And in her left the prize of fame
And honour bright appears.
4 She guides the young with innocence In pleasure's path to tread;
A crown of glory she bestows
Upon the hoary head.
5 According as her labours rise,
So her rewards increase :
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.
AVIOUR, like a shepherd, lead us,
Much we need Thy tender care;
n Thy pleasant pastures feed us,
For our use Thy fold prepare;
Blessed Jesus!
Thou hast bought us, Thine we are.
Fe are Thine, do Thou befriend us,
Be the guardian of our way;
eep Thy flock, from sin defend us,
Seek us when we go astray;
Blessed Jesus!
Hear the children when they pray.
ou hast promised to receive us, Poor and sinful though we be; ou hast mercy to relieve us,
race to cleanse, and power to free; Blessed Jesus!
et us early turn to Thee.
ly let us seek Thy favour,
arly let us do Thy will;
y Lord, our only Saviour,
ith Thy grace our bosoms fill;
Blessed Jesus!
hou hast loved us, love us still!
AVIOUR, while my heart is tender,
SAY would yield that heart to Thee;
All my powers to Thee surrender,
Thine, and only Thine, to be.
2 Take me now, Lord Jesus, take me,
Let my youthful heart be Thine:
Thy devoted servant make me,
Fill my soul with love divine.
3 Send me, Lord, where Thou wilt send me
Only do Thou guide my way;
May Thy grace through life attend me,
Gladly then shall I obey.
4 Let me do Thy will or bear it,
I would know no will but Thine;
Shouldst Thou take my life, or spare it,
I that life to Thee resign.
5 Thine I am, O Lord, for ever,
To Thy service set apart;
Suffer me to leave Thee never;
Seal Thine image on my heart.
THEN, His salvation bringing,
To Zion Jesus came,
The children all stood singing
'Hosanna' to His name;
Nor did their zeal offend Him,
But as He rode along
He let them still attend Him,
And smiled to hear their song.
2 And since the Lord retaineth
His love for children still,
Though now as King He reigneth
On Zion's heavenly hill,
We'll flock around His banner
Who sits upon the throne,
And cry aloud, 'Hosanna
To David's royal Son.'
3 For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer's praise,
The stones, our silence shaming,
Would their Hosannas raise.
But shall we only render
The tribute of our words?
No, while our hearts are tender,
They, too, shall be the Lord's.
E hearts, with youthful vigour warm,
In smiling crowds draw near,
And turn from every mortal charm,
A Saviour's voice to hear.
2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high,
Stoops to converse with you;
And lays His radiant glories by,
Your friendship to pursue.
3 'The soul that longs to see My face,
Is sure My love to gain;
And those that early seek My grace,
Shall never seek in vain.'
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