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245 God's Temporal Favours. C.N. 1 WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad,

How many poor I see !
What shall I render to the Lord

For all His gifts to me?
2 Not more than others I deserve,

Yet God has given me more ;
For I have food, while others starve,

And beg from door to door.
3 How many children in the street

Half naked I behold,
While I am clothed from head to feet,

And covered from the cold ! 4 While some poor children scarce can tell

Where they may lay their head,
I have a house wherein to dwell,

And rest upon my bed.
5 While others early learn to swear,

And curse, and lie, and steal, May I be taught His Name to fear,

And live His love to feel.



246 Songs of Praise.
1 Songs of praise the angels sang,

Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,

When He spake and it was done.
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn

When the Prince of Peace was born ;
Songs of praise arose when He
Captive led captivity.

3 Heaven and earth must pass away ;

Songs of praise shall crown that day :
God will make new heavens and earth;

Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 4 Saints below, with heart and voice,

Still in songs of praise rejoice ;
Learning here, by faith and love,

Songs of praise to sing above.
5 Borne upon their latest breath,

Songs of praise shall conquer death ;
Then, amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.


United Praise.


1 COME let us join our cheerful songs

With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,

But all their joys are one. 2 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and power divine ;
And blessings more than we can give

Be, Lord, for ever Thine.
3 Let all that dwell below the sky,

And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,

And speak Thy endless praise. 4 The whole creation join in one

To bless the sacred Name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,

And to adore the Lamb.


248 Praise to the Creator.
1 FROM all that dwell below the skies,

Let the Creator's praise arise ;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung

Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord ;

Eternal truth attends Thy word ;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.


249 Hourly Mercies.
1 Our youthful voices, Lord, we raise

Before Thy gracious throne ;
O tune our hearts to sing Thy praise

For all Thy mercies shown! 2 Thy watchful eye, Thy guardian hand,

Support us every hour;
And in Thy house this day we stand,

Thy goodness to adore.
3 Incline our hearts to seek Thy face,

The Saviour's name to love ;
And form us, by almighty grace,

For nobler praise above. 250 Guardian of Youth. 1 GREAT God, our infant voices raise, And tune our lips and hearts with praise,

Thy goodness to adore ;
Our life, our health, our every friend,
From Thee arose, on Thee depend,

Kind Father of the poor.

2 Stretch o'er our heads Thy guardian wings ; Secure the weak, 0 King of kings;

The stranger's Refuge be;
And as Thy hand conducts our youth,
Inspire our tender minds with truth,

The truth that leads to Thee. 251 Gratitude Accepted.

L.M. 1 PERMIT, Almighty God, permit

The youngest to attempt Thy praise ;
Who dost on heaven's circle sit,

Scorn not the hymn that children raise. 2 The whole creation owns Thy sway,

Nor can oppose Thy righteous will ;
Angels Thy high commands obey,

And thus would we Thy word fulfil. 3 Let gratitude our hearts inflame,

For favours great and undeserved ;
O may we fear and love Thy Name,
And be by grace from sin preserved !


HYMNS OF PETITION. 252 Words not Prayer.

1 I OFTEN say my prayers,

But do I ever pray ?
And do the wishes of my heart

Go with the words I say?
2 I may as well kneel down

and worship gods of stone, As offer to the living God

Á prayer of words alone.

3 For words without the heart

The Lord will never hear ;
Nor will He to those lips attend

Whose words are not sincere.
4 Lord, teach me what I want,

And teach me how to pray ;
Nor let me ask Thee for Thy grace,

Not feeling what I say.



Prayer. 1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,

Uttered or unexpressed ; The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,

The falling of a tear;
The upward glancing of an eye,

When none but God is near.
3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech

That infant lips can try;
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach

The Majesty on high.
4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice

Returning from his ways ;
While angels in their songs rejoice,

And cry, ‘Behold, he prays !'
5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,

The Christian's native air ;
His watchword in the hour of death :

He enters heaven with prayer !

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