FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
 REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D. 
 
 BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO 
 
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 PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 
 
 

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THE , APR 241936 
 
 SABBATH SCHOOr-LTEK, 
 
 A COLLECTION 
 
 OF 
 
 HYMNS AND MUSIC, 
 
 ORIGINAL AND SELEdTED, 
 
 FOR 
 
 GENERAL USE IN SABBATH SCHOOLS. 
 
 PREPARED FOR THE NEW-ENGLAND S. 8. UNION. 
 
 ./ BOSTON: 
 
 NEW-ENGLAND SABBATH SCHOOL UNION, 
 
 No. 79 CORNHILL., 
 
 1848. 
 
NOTE. 
 
 This work contains 80 pages. There are 203 hymns and 47 pieces of music. Many of 
 the hymns are original, as is also a large portion of the music. The editor is under 
 obligation to several favorite poets and composers of music for valuable contributions. 
 
 The selections embrace music of acknowledged merit, among which will be found 
 attractive pieces from recent publications. Several popular airs, appropriate to the design 
 of the work, have been harmonized, and introduced by permission of the publishers. 
 
 It will be seen that this collection contains a good variety of pieces specially adapted to 
 Sabbath school anniversaries, — those of ordinary occurrence, and those held on our 
 nation's birth-day. There are also particular hymns for teachers' and maternal meetings, 
 infant schools, on the death of teachers, scholars, etc. 
 
 It is believed the Lyre will be found well adapted to the purpose intended, and be the 
 means of increasing the interest in our Sabbath schools. 
 
 Entered, according to Act of Congress, in ihe year 1848, 
 
 By CHARLES WARREN, 
 
 in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the District of Massachusetts. 
 
 STEREOTYPED BY A. B. KIDDER, 7 CORNHILL. 
 
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 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
 <* Remember thy Creator." 
 
 (CHANT.) Music by A. R. T. 
 
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 Remember now thy Creator, in the | days . . . of thy | youth; 
 While the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou 
 shalt say, I have no | pleasure | in them. 
 
 My son, give me thy heart, apply it unto in- ] struc — | tion, 
 And tliine ears to the j words of | -wisdom. 
 
 He that foUoweth after righteousness and | mer — | cy, 
 Findeth life, happiness and | hon — | or. 
 
 He that keepeth the commandment, keepeth his | own — | soul ; 
 But he that despiseth his ways, | shall — | die. 
 
 I love them that | love — ] me, 
 And they that seek me early shall | find — | me. 
 
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 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 Prayer for Guidance. L. M. 
 
 (HAMBURG.) 
 
 
 Great God ! our Father and our Friend, On whom we cast our constant care, 
 
 
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 hum-ble prayer. 
 
 
 Endue us wdtli a holy fear ; 
 
 The frailty of our hearts reAxal ; 
 Sin and its snares are always near — 
 
 Thee may we always nearer feel. 
 O that to thee each constant mind 
 
 May with a steadfast love aspire ; 
 And each the earliest motive find 
 
 To check the rise of wrong desire. 
 O that our watchful sotils may fly 
 
 The first perceived approach of sin, 
 Look up to thee wdien danger's nigh, 
 
 And feel thy fear control within. 
 Search, gracious God, each inmost heart, 
 
 From guilt and error set us free ; 
 Thy light, and truth, and peace impart, 
 
 And guide us safe to heaven and thee. 
 
 g Ckihircn's Prayer. 
 
 O Lord, behold before thy throne 
 
 A band of children lowly bend ; 
 Thy face we seek, thy name we own, 
 
 And pray that thou wilt be our friend. 
 Thou didst on earth the young receive, 
 
 And gently fold them to thy breast ; 
 And say, that such in heaven should live 
 
 Forever safe, forever blest. 
 Thy Holy Spirit's aid impart. 
 
 That he may teach us how to pray ; 
 Make us sincere, and let each heart 
 
 Delight to tread in wisdom's way. 
 O let thy grace our souls renew. 
 
 And seal a sense of pardon there ; 
 Teach us thy will to know and do, 
 
 And let us all thine image bear. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
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 Father, -we come with filial fear I 
 
 To seek a blessing from thy throne ; j 
 
 Our supplications kindly hear, I 
 Our Immble songs be pleased to OAvn. 
 
 Wliile here, direct our thoughts aright, 
 Let heavenly truth our minds impress; 
 
 When in thy temple we unite, 
 
 The hour of worship deign to bless. 
 
 Through all this day of sacred rest. 
 Thy holy presence v/e implore ; 
 
 Let no vain care our peace molest — 
 Our feet from sinful ways restore. 
 
 Forgive our sins — our follies hide — 
 Subdue our hearts thy name to love ; 
 
 On earth our wandering footsteps guide. 
 And bring us to thy courts above. 
 
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 We are but young — yet we may sing 
 The praises of our heavenly King ; 
 He made the earth, the sea, the sky. 
 And all the starry worlds on high. 
 
 We are but yoimg — yet we must die, 
 Perhaps our latter end is nigh ; 
 Lord, may we early seek thy grace, 
 And find in Christ a hiding-place. 
 
 We arc but young — we need a guide, — 
 Jesus, in thee we would confide ; 
 O lead us in the path of truth. 
 Protect and bless us, — helpless youth. 
 
 We are but young — yet God has shed 
 Unnumbered blessings on our head ; 
 Then let our youth and riper days 
 Be all devoted to his praise. 
 
 Q CIirlK»t our Iiisilrncter* 
 
 Tiiou great Instructer, lest I stray, 
 O teacii my erring feet thy way ; *" 
 
 Thy truth, v.-ith ever fresh delight, 
 Shall guide my doubtful steps aright. 
 How oft my heart's affections yield. 
 And wander o'er the world's wide field ! 
 My roving passions, Lord, reclaim, 
 Unite them all to fear thy name 
 Then, to my God, my heart and tongue. 
 With all their powers,shall raise the song; 
 On earth thy glories I'll declare. 
 Till heav'n th' immortal notes shall hear. 
 
 ■y Holy Desiros. 
 
 Lord, be thy service all my joy ; 
 
 Around let my example shine. 
 Till others love the blest employ, 
 
 And join themselves to thee and thine. 
 
 Be this the purpose of my soul. 
 My solemn, my determined choice, 
 
 To yield to thy supreme control, 
 And in thy holy >vill rejoice. 
 
 O may I never faint nor tire. 
 
 Nor, wandering, leave thy sacred ways! 
 Great God, accept my soul's desire, 
 
 And give me strength to live thy praise. 
 
 ^ Closiiis Hymu* 
 
 By Jesus' pure example taught. 
 May we be led in serious thought, 
 O Lord, in early life, to see 
 And seek our happiness in thee. 
 
 May our young minds and memories be 
 Here trained to early piety ; 
 And may our hearts and all our days 
 Be thus devoted to thy praise. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
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 Birth of Christ. S. M. 
 
 (DUDLEY STREET.) 
 
 Music by E. B. 
 
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 "What transports does his name 
 
 To sinful men afford ! 
 His glorious titles we proclaim — 
 
 A Saviour — Christ — the Lord I 
 Glory to God on high, 
 
 All hail the happy morn ; 
 AVe join the anthems of the sky, 
 
 And sing — "The Saviour's born I' 
 
 1^ Am-rUc and Sing. 
 
 Awake, and sing the song 
 . Of Moses and the Lamb ! 
 Wake every heart and every tongue, 
 
 To praise the Saviour's name. 
 Sing of his dying love. 
 
 Sing of his rising power. 
 Sing how he intercedes above, 
 
 For us whose sins he bore. 
 
 Sing on your heavenly way. 
 
 Ye saints and children sing; 
 Sing on, rejoicing every day. 
 
 In Christ, the eternal King. 
 Soon shall our raptured tongue 
 
 His endless praise proclaim. 
 And sweeter voices tune the song 
 
 Of Moses and the Lamb ! 
 
Sx\BBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
 1 f Aid Invoked. 
 
 Rise, gracious God ! and shine 
 
 In all thy saving might ; 
 Now prosper every good design 
 
 To spread thy glorious light. 
 
 O bring young children near, 
 That they may sing thy praise ; 
 
 Thy word let all the people hear, 
 And learn thy holy ways. 
 
 Put forth thy glorious power ! 
 
 All nations then ^^^ll see ; 
 And earth present her grateful store, 
 
 In converts born to thee. 
 
 Jesus "Welcomed. 
 
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 How sweet the children's song. 
 
 As to the city's gate 
 The blessed Jesus rode along, 
 
 In humble, peaceful state ! 
 
 Hosannas filled the air. 
 
 And branches strewed the plain ! 
 And, thus, like welcome they prepare 
 
 Within the Jewish fane. 
 
 Such be his welcome here ! 
 
 And such the hymn we raise. 
 Till all the young for Christ appear, 
 
 And thus perfect his praise. 
 
 13 Endless Praise. 
 
 Let songs of endless praise 
 
 From every nation rise ; 
 Let all the lands their tribute raise 
 
 To God, who rules the skies. 
 
 His mercy and his love 
 
 Are boundless as his name ; 
 
 And all eternity shall prove 
 His truth remains the same. 
 
 J^ Praise to the Saviour. 
 
 Ye angels bless the Lord, 
 
 And praise his sacred name, 
 Diffuse his glories all abroad. 
 
 His gracious acts proclaim. 
 Praise him, ye hosts of light 
 
 In accents sweet and high ; 
 To him you owe your power and might, 
 
 At his command you fly. 
 
 Ye -vvinged seraphim, 
 
 Your grateful voices raise , 
 
 Created and preserved by him, — 
 Let him have all your praise. 
 
 The lofty song begin. 
 
 And tune your harps anew, 
 
 AVhile we in sacred concert join, 
 And strive to vie Avith you. 
 
 li'f Chtldren^s Pra'se. 
 
 To praise the Saviour's name, 
 
 Let little children try. 
 While saints and angels do the same 
 
 In the bright world on high. 
 
 His love in heaven is sung. 
 His name is there adored ; 
 
 And children here, however young, 
 May learn to praise the Lord. 
 
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 Preserving Grace. 
 
 To God, the only wise. 
 
 Our Saviour, and our King, 
 
 Let all the saints below the skies 
 Their grateful praises bring. 
 
 'Tis bis almighty love. 
 
 His counsel and his care. 
 Preserves us safe from sin and death, 
 
 And every hurtful snare. 
 
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 JVords by E. Bradford. 
 
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 Youthful Praise. C. M. 
 
 (woodland.) Music by N. D. Gould, from S. Minstrel. 
 
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 Now let our grateful voices join In one glad song of praise ; To 
 
 
 God above, the God of love, To God above, the God of love, Our hearts and voices raise. 
 
 God above, the God of love. To God abov 
 
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 O for your harps, your golden harps, 
 Ye angels bright and fair, — 
 
 For hearts within unstained by sin, 
 And pure as yours are there ! 
 
 In your fair clime the Saviour dwells, 
 
 And holy is the scene ; 
 But even here, 'mid scenes so drear. 
 
 His holy form has been. 
 From your blest land to earth he came 
 
 And suffered for our sin. 
 That men might be as pure as ye, 
 
 And starry mansions win. 
 O ! only worthy of our love, 
 
 To thee our hearts we bring — 
 To God above, the God of love, 
 
 Hosannas let us sing. 
 
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 Father ! I love to read of thee, 
 
 And learn of heaven above ; 
 To hear what thou liast done for me. 
 
 By thy unerring love. 
 I know, that all this world contains 
 
 AVas made and formed by thee, 
 And yet the power which all sustains, 
 
 Has thought and cared for me. 
 
 That thou art ever kind and good, 
 
 My constant blessings prove, — 
 My home, my school, my daily food, 
 
 Speak thy unfaiKng love. 
 Father ! I know each li\ing thing 
 
 Should sing its Maker's praise, 
 O let me then my tribute bring, 
 
 Mv humble offerinjj raise. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
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 10 Holy Desires* 
 
 O, for a heai't to praise my God, 
 
 A heart from sin set free ! 
 A heart that always feels how good, 
 
 How kind thou art to me ! 
 
 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, 
 My great Redeemer's throne, 
 
 "Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
 Where Jesus reigns alone ! 
 
 O for a lowly, contrite heart, 
 
 Believing, true, and clean ! 
 Which neither life nor death can part 
 
 From him that dwells within. 
 
 A heart in every thought renewed, 
 
 And full of love divine ; 
 Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 
 
 A copy. Lord, of thine ! 
 
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 Hope ill Sickness* 
 
 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope. 
 That, vrlien my change shall come, 
 
 Angels vrill hover round my bed. 
 And Avaft my spirit home. 
 
 There shall my disembodied soul 
 
 Behold him, and adore ; 
 Be with his hkeness satisfied. 
 
 And grieve and sin no more. 
 
 Soon, too, my slumbering dust shall hear 
 The trumpet's (Quickening sound ; 
 
 And, by my Saviour's power rebuilt, 
 At his right hand be found. 
 
 If such the views which grace unfolds. 
 
 Weak as it is below, 
 What raptures must the blest above, 
 
 In Jesus' presence, know 
 
 QJ The Pastor's RcHarn* 
 
 [by E. BRADFORD.] 
 
 O when we give the parting hand 
 
 How oft it causes pain, 
 How oft the cheerless thought will rise. 
 
 We may not meet again. 
 But God has kindly spared our lives. 
 
 And spared our pastor dear, 
 And songs of gratitude should rise. 
 
 While welcomes meet him here. 
 We bid thee welcome back to toils 
 
 And eiforts kindly given, 
 To lead our feet from paths of sin, 
 
 And point the Avay to heaven. 
 O there at last, on those blest shores, 
 
 May all this little band, 
 'Mid welcomes from the shining ones, 
 
 Be found at Christ's right hand. 
 
 ^^ iVIaternal Hyuui* 
 
 Great God,we would to thee make known 
 
 Each fond, maternal care ; 
 For this we gather round thy throne, 
 
 And bring our children there. 
 We ask not wealth, long life, or fame, 
 
 Or aught the world can give, 
 May they but glorify thy name, 
 
 And to thy honor live. 
 This is the burden of our prayer, — 
 
 AVhen from our bosoms riven. 
 May they be objects of thy care. 
 
 And heirs, at last, of heaven. 
 
 23 Doxology* 
 
 Let God the Father, and the Son, 
 
 And Spirit, be adored, 
 Where there are works to make him 
 
 Or saints to love the Lord, [known, 
 
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 Slow and expressive. 
 
 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 **Holy Lord, now lend thine ear," 7s. 
 
 (VERNON STREET.) Musjc and Words by J. M. H. 
 
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 IIo - ly Lord, now lend thine ear, "While our grateful song we raise ; 
 
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 May de - vo - tion, pure, sin - cere, Mn-gle with our notes of praise. 
 
 Help us at this sacred hour, 
 Send the cares of earth away, 
 
 May we feel thy Spirit's power 
 AVTiile we chant our solemn lay. 
 
 Fill our hearts with holy fear. 
 While we feel thy presence nigh, 
 
 Let contrition's gentle tear 
 Moisten every youthful eye. 
 
 As we learn thy blessed truth. 
 May we feel its power within, 
 
 Guiding us, — weak, wayward youth. 
 Saving from the patli of sin. 
 
 ^Q SulTer U9 to come* 
 
 Lord, before thy throne we stand, 
 Once again thy children see, 
 
 Smile upon this youthful band, 
 Suffer us to come to thee. 
 
 Whither else should children go, 
 Weak and impotent as we ? 
 
 Thou hast all things to bestow. 
 Suffer us to come to thee. 
 
 While we here have life and breath, 
 This our constant prayer should be. 
 
 This our latest sigh in death. 
 Suffer us to come to thee. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
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 ^Q Maternal Hymn. 
 
 Grod of mercy hear our prayer 
 For the children thou hast given, 
 
 Let them all thy blessings share — 
 Grace on earth and peace in heaven. 
 
 In the morning of their days, 
 
 May their hearts be drawn to thee ; 
 
 Let them learn to lisp thy praise 
 In their earliest infancy. 
 
 Cleanse their souls from every stain. 
 Through the Saviour's precious blood; 
 
 Let them all be born again, 
 And be reconciled to God. 
 
 For this mercy. Lord, we cry ; 
 
 Bend thy ever-gracious ear ; 
 While on thee our souls rely, 
 
 Hear our prayer — in mercy hear. 
 
 <J7 Sabbath Worship. 
 
 Soft and holy is the place 
 
 Where the light that beams from 
 
 Shows the Saviour's smiling face, [heav'n 
 With the joy of sin forgiven. 
 
 Here with one accord we meet, 
 All the words of life to hear, 
 
 Bending low at Jesus' feet, 
 Worshiping with godly fear. 
 
 Let the world and all its cares 
 Now retire from every breast ; 
 
 Let the tempter and his snares 
 Cease to hinder or molest 
 
 Precious Sabbath of the Lord, 
 Fairest type of heaven above, 
 
 Purest joys thy scenes afford 
 To the heart attuned to love. 
 
 (^8 ^^''ho shall dwell in Heaven? 
 
 Who, O Lord, when life is o'er, 
 Shall to heaven's blest mansions soar ; 
 Who, an ever-w-clcome guest. 
 In thy holy place shall rest ? 
 
 He, whose heart thy love has warmed ; 
 He, whose will to thine conformed, 
 Bids his life unsullied run ; 
 He, whose words and thoughts are one ; 
 
 He, who shuns the sinner's road, 
 Loving those who love their God ; 
 AVho, Avith hope, and faith unfeigned 
 Treads the path by thee ordained ; 
 He, who trusts in Christ alone, 
 Not in aught himself hath done : — 
 He, great God, shall be thy care, 
 And thy choicest blessing share. 
 
 ^9 Death of a child. 
 
 Mourn ye not, whose child hath found 
 Purer skies and holier ground ; 
 Flowers of bright and pleasant hue. 
 Free from thorns, and fresh with dew. 
 Mourn not ye, whose child hath fled 
 From this region of the dead. 
 To yon winged angel band, 
 To a better, fairer land. 
 Knowledge in that clime doth grow 
 Free from weeds of toil and woe ; 
 Joys which moi'tals may not share ; — 
 Mourn ye not, your child is there. 
 
 3(1 Eiitrcntr* 
 
 O receive the praise that dares 
 Seek thy heaven-exalted throne ; 
 
 Bless our offering, hear our prayers, 
 Infinite and Holy One. 
 
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 SABBATH SCHOOL LYKE. 
 Cheerful Praise. 7s & 6s. 
 
 (AVONDALE.) Music by E. B. B. 
 
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 Come let us lift our voi-ces 
 
 To God in cheerful praise, 
 
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 Sing the 3d verse very soft. 
 
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 The smallest bird re - joi - ces 
 
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 Then let us join in chorus, 
 
 We who have hearts to sing, — 
 
 While heaven's bright arches o'er us 
 With loud hosannas ring. 
 
 Lord, when our notes of gladness 
 
 Are closed forever here, 
 And we ai-e called in sadness 
 
 To part ^ith all that's dear, — 
 
 May we in realms of glorj, 
 
 Far, far the earth above, 
 With angels sing the story 
 
 Of God's redeeming love. 
 
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 Praise. 
 
 The seraphs bright are hovering 
 Around the throne above, 
 
 Their harps are ever tuning 
 To thrilling tones of love. 
 
 And childhood's voice is chanting 
 A full harmonious song, 
 
 When morning light is breaking. 
 Or evening sweeps along. 
 
 And should ive fail proclaiming 
 Our great Kedeemer's praise, 
 
 The stones, our silence shaming, 
 Would their hosanna raise. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
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 33 '^^^ Voice of Sinsins. 
 
 When shall the voice of singing 
 
 Flow joyfully along ? 
 When hill and valley ringing 
 
 With one triumphant song, — 
 
 Proclaim the contest ended, 
 And Him who once was slain, 
 
 A^ain to earth descended 
 In righteousness to reign. 
 
 Then from the craggy mountains 
 The sacred shout shall fly ; 
 
 And shady vales and fountains 
 Shall echo the reply. 
 
 High tower and lowly dwelling 
 Shall send the chorus round. 
 
 All hallelujah swelling, 
 In one eternal sound. 
 
 3|. Christ's Advent. 
 
 Hail to the Lord's anointed, 
 Great David's greater Son ! 
 
 Hail, in the time appointed. 
 His reign on earth begun ! 
 
 He comes to break oppression, 
 To set the captive free, 
 
 To take away transgression, 
 And rule in equity. 
 
 For him shall prayer unceasing. 
 And daily vows ascend. 
 
 His kingdom still increasing — 
 A kingdom without end. 
 
 The tide of time shall never 
 His covenant remove ; 
 
 His name shall stand forever, — 
 That name to us is love. 
 
 3£( Hymn of Praise* 
 
 Lord, while angels praise thee, 
 And all creation sings. 
 
 To thee. Almighty Spirit, 
 
 My soul its tribute brings. 
 The morning stars all praise thee ; 
 
 The heavenly host on high. 
 The beams of early dawning, 
 
 And purple evening sky : 
 The fragrant springing flowers. 
 
 And summer's golden rays, 
 The golden fruits of Autumn, 
 
 And Winter's frozen days. 
 With pleasure thou dost listen 
 
 To hear us when we sing, 
 Thou wilt accept the praises 
 
 That youthful songsters bring. 
 
 3G Christ's Iiivitaiioti. 
 
 1 hear thy invitation, 
 
 And fam would ri;>e ar^d come, 
 A sinner to salvation, 
 An exile to his homo. 
 
 But while I here must linger, 
 
 O Lord, let all I see 
 Point on, with faithful finger, 
 
 To brighter realms wih thee. 
 
 3y Exultntion. 
 
 To thee, my God and Saviour, 
 
 My heart exulting simrs, 
 Rejoicing in thy favor, 
 
 Almighty King of kings. 
 I'll celebrate thy glory 
 
 With all thy saints above. 
 And tell the wondrous story 
 
 Of thy redeeming love. 
 
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 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE, 
 
 Commencing Hymn. C. M. 
 
 (ballerma.) 
 
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 Lord, a- noth-cr week has flown, And we, a youth-ful band, 
 
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 Are met once more be - fore thy throne. To bless thy fosterini^; hand. 
 
 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. 
 And Jesus, thou thy smile wilt deign, 
 
 As in thy name we pray ; 
 For thou didst bless the infant train, 
 
 And we are weak as they. 
 let thy grace perform its part, 
 
 And bid our passions cease ; 
 And shed abroad in every heart 
 
 Thine everlasting peace. 
 Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely thine. 
 
 A flock by Jesus led, 
 The Sun of Holiness shall shine 
 
 In glory on our head. 
 
 39 Early Piety. 
 
 How happy is the child who l.ears 
 
 Instruction's warning voice, 
 And who celestial -vnsdom makes 
 
 His early, only choice. 
 Wisdom has treasures greater far 
 
 Than east or west unfold, 
 And her rewards more precious are 
 
 Than is the gain of gold. 
 
 She guides the young with innocence 
 
 In pleasure's path to tread ; 
 A crown of glory she bestows 
 
 Upon the hoary head. 
 Ascending as her labore rise, 
 
 So her rewards increase. 
 Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
 
 And all her paths are peace. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
 15 
 
 ^0 Teacher's Prayer. 
 
 Teacher Divine ! we bow the knee, 
 
 Submissive at thy throne ; 
 Our fervent cry we raise to thee, 
 
 O, leave us not alone. 
 In vain wc teach, unless thy grace 
 
 Instruct each tender heart ; 
 Then deign to hear, hide not thy fiice. 
 
 Thy Spirit, Lord, impart. 
 
 And may the sacred tie of love 
 
 Bind us together here, 
 A foretaste give of joys above. 
 
 Life's pilgrimage to cheer. 
 Thus, while on earth, we would adore 
 
 When death shall close our eyes. 
 May teachers, children, meet once more. 
 
 Transplanted to the skies. 
 
 ^ I Peniteuc;;* 
 
 O for that tenderness of heart, 
 Which bows before the Lord ! 
 
 That owns how just and good thou art. 
 And trembles at thy word. 
 
 Saviour, to me in pity give 
 For sin, the deep distress, — 
 
 The pledge thou wilt at last receive, 
 And bid me die in peace. 
 
 Af^ Adaioiiit'oii* 
 
 Children, to your Creator, God, 
 
 Your early honors pay, 
 While vanity and youthful blood 
 
 Would tempt your thoughts astray. 
 
 Be wise — and make his favor sure. 
 Before the mournful day, [more. 
 
 When youth and mirth are knoAvn no 
 And life and strength decay. 
 
 ^^ Death of a Teacher* 
 
 FarcAvell, dear friend ! a long farewell, 
 
 For we shall meet no more, 
 Till we arc raised with thee to dwell 
 
 On Zion's happier shore. 
 Our friend and brother, lo, is dead ! 
 
 Tlie cold and lifeless clay 
 Has made in dust its silent bed, 
 
 And there it must decay. 
 But is he dead ? no, no, he lives ! 
 
 His happy spirit flies 
 To heaven above ; and there receives 
 
 The long-expected prize. 
 Farewell, dear friend, a long farewell. 
 
 Soon we shall rise to thee, 
 And when we meet, no tongue can tell 
 
 How great our joys shall be. 
 
 /J 4 Dealh of a Scholar. 
 
 We come our Sabbath hymn to raise. 
 Our humble pra}er to pour ; 
 
 One voice is hushed, its notes of praise 
 Shall mingle here no more. 
 
 The lips are still, — the eye is dim 
 That beamed with joy and love; 
 
 The spirit, — it hath gone to Him 
 AVho gave it from above. 
 
 We will not Aveep, — for Jesus said, 
 " Let little children come, " 
 
 But pray that our young hearts be led 
 To seek that better home. 
 
 ^i5 Doxolosy. 
 
 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 One God, whom we adore, 
 Be glory as it was, is now, 
 And shall be evermore. 
 
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 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
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 O re-fresh us with thy grace. 
 
 Though ten thousand ills beset us 
 From without and from within, 
 Jesus says he'll ne'er forget us, 
 But will save from every sin. 
 Therefore praise him. 
 Therefore praise him. 
 Praise the i^reat Redeemer's name. 
 
 O that I could now adore him, 
 
 Like the heavenly host above, 
 Who forever bow before him, 
 And unceasing sing his love. 
 Happy songsters, 
 Happy songsters. 
 When shall I your chorus join. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
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 M9 God invites* 
 
 Children hear, for God hath spoken, 
 'Tis the God that reigns on high ; 
 
 He whose law the world hath broken, 
 Sends you tidings of great joy. 
 
 Hear his message, 
 Children hear it, lest you die. 
 
 Hear the gospel, children, hear it, 
 Joyful news from heaven it brings ; 
 
 Here's a fountain — O draw near it ! — 
 Opened by the King of kings ; 
 
 Living water 
 Thence in streams eternal springs. 
 
 Children hear, why will you perish ? 
 
 Death to life, O why prefer ? 
 Wliy your A'^ain delusions cherish ? 
 
 AVhy from truth persist to err ? 
 Wisdom calls you, 
 
 Happy they who learn of her. 
 
 ^^ PrnyiT for lilshU 
 
 Light of those wliose dreary dwelling, 
 Borders on the shades of death ! 
 
 Rise on us, thyself revealing. 
 
 Rise and chase the clouds beneath ; 
 
 Rise upon us, — 
 Chase the mists of sin away. 
 
 Save us, in thy great compassion, 
 O thou God of grace and love, 
 Give the knowledge of salvation, 
 Fix our hearts on things above. 
 
 Give us knowledge 
 That will lead us all to thee. 
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 Father, let thy benediction, 
 
 Gently falling as the dew, 
 And thy ever gracious presence 
 
 Bless us all our journey through: 
 May we ever 
 
 Keep the end of life in view. 
 
 Young in years, — we need the wisdom 
 Which can only come from thee ; 
 
 In the morn of our existence 
 Let us thy salvation see, — 
 
 Changed in spirit, 
 Then shall we thy children be. 
 
 When temptations shall assail us, 
 When we falter by the way, 
 
 Let thine arm of strength defend us, 
 Saviour hear us when we pray : 
 
 Thou art mighty. 
 Be thou then our rock and stay. 
 
 Praise and blessing, power and glory 
 Will we render, Lord, to thee ; 
 
 For the news of thy salvation 
 Shall extend from sea to sea, — 
 
 All the nations, 
 Joyfully, shall woi-ship Thee. 
 
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 Lord, direct me by thy Spirit 
 In the pathway of the just ; 
 
 Way of sinners, may I flee it, — 
 Fix in thee my filial trust : 
 
 Love thee, praise thee, 
 Till I minde with the dust. 
 
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 QQ Grateful Praise. 
 
 AVe bring no glitt'ring treasures, 
 
 No gems from earth's deep mine, 
 We come with simple measures 
 
 To chant thy love divine ! 
 Children thy favors sharing, 
 
 Their voice of thanks would raise 
 Father, accept our offering, 
 
 Our song of grateful praise. 
 
 The dearest gift of Heaven, 
 
 Love's written word of truth, 
 To us is early given. 
 
 To guide our steps in youth ; 
 We hear the wond'rous story, 
 
 The tale of Calvary ; 
 We read of homes in glory, 
 
 From sin and sorrow free. 
 
 Dear Saviour ! grant thy blessing ! 
 
 O ! teach us how to pray. 
 That each thy fear possessing, 
 
 May tread life's onward way ; 
 Then where the pure are dwelling 
 
 We'll hope to meet again, 
 And sweeter numbers swelling. 
 
 We'll join to praise thy name. 
 
 ^JJ The Saviour^s Lore. 
 
 Who would not love the Saviour, 
 
 That once loved children so ; 
 Who would not love the Saviour, 
 
 Who did tliat Saviour know : 
 " Let children come to me, " he said, 
 
 " And send them not away, — 
 My Father's heavenly kingdom 
 
 Is filled with such as they. " 
 
 Q/^ Autumnal Reflections* 
 
 The leaves around me falling, 
 
 Are preaching of decay ; 
 The hollow winds are calling, 
 
 " Come pilgrim, come away : " 
 The day, in night declining, 
 
 Says I must, too, decline ; 
 The year its bloom resigning, 
 
 Its lot foreshadows mine. 
 
 The light my path surrounding, 
 
 The loves to which I cling. 
 The hopes within mc bounding. 
 
 The joys that round me wing, — 
 All, all, like stars at even, 
 
 Just gleam and shoot away, 
 Pass on before to heaven, 
 
 And chide at my delay. 
 
 The friends gone there before me 
 
 Are calling from on liigh, 
 And happy angels o'er me 
 
 Tempt sweetly to the §ky : 
 " AATiy wait," they say, " and wither, 
 
 'Mid scenes of death and sin ? 
 O rise to glory, hither. 
 
 And find true life beirin." 
 
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 O what is earthly treasure 
 
 Compared with thy rich grace ( 
 Lord teach me how to measure 
 
 The remnant of my days ; 
 And while my time so fleeting 
 
 Is filled with many a snare, 
 My soul on thee in waiting. 
 
 Would trust thy guardian care. 
 
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 Lord of hosts ! to seek thy blessing, 
 We axe gathered here to-day ; 
 
 Help us, all our sins confessing, 
 Saviour, teach thy flock to pray. 
 
 May the words we hear, direct us 
 How to learn and do thy will ; 
 
 May thy Spirit's aid protect us, 
 And with faith our bosoms fill. 
 
 And Avhen death dissolves the union, 
 A^Tjich to us on earth is given, 
 
 May we spend in blest communion 
 Endless -Sabbath days in heaven. 
 
 ^^ Children Dedicated* 
 
 Saviour, who thy flock art feeding 
 With the Shepherd's tenderest care, 
 
 All the feeble gently leading. 
 
 While the lambs thy bosom share ; 
 
 Now these little ones receiving, 
 Fold them in thy gracious arm, — 
 
 There, we know, — thy word beheving, 
 Only there, secure from harm. 
 
 Kever from thy pasture roving, 
 Let them be the lion's prey ; 
 
 Let thy tenderness, so loving. 
 Keep them all life's dangerous way. 
 
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 jj^g For a Rural Excarsion* 
 
 Here we meet with joy together, 
 
 'Neath the shade of leafy trees, 
 While the branches make sweet music 
 
 Rustling in the summer breeze. 
 Filled with love each heart rejoices, 
 
 Bi'eathing forth the secret prayer ; 
 AVhile young children's sweet-toned 
 
 Float upon the balmy air. [voices 
 Hour of gladness, scene of beauty ! 
 
 Radiant all ai-ound, above ; 
 Speaking to the soul of duty, 
 
 Hope, and faith, and heavenly love. 
 Day of happiness and pleasure. 
 
 Ne'er wilt thou forgotten be ! 
 But 'mid memory's choicest treasui'e. 
 
 We will iruard and cherish thee. 
 
 ^€^ Gofl is L'eht and liOve. 
 
 God is love ; his mercy brightens 
 All the path in which we move ; 
 
 Bliss he grants, and wo he lightens, — 
 God is light and God is love. 
 
 Chance and change are busy ever. 
 Worlds decay and ages move ; 
 
 But his mercy waneth never, — 
 God is light and God is love. 
 
 E'en the hour tliat darkest seemeth 
 His unchanging goodness proves ; 
 
 From the mist his brightness streameth 
 God is Ught — God ever loves. 
 
 He our earthly cares cntwineth 
 With liis comforts from above ; 
 
 Every where his glory shineth, — 
 God is light and God is love. 
 
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 When the morning bells are ringing 
 
 To our school-room we repair. 
 Where our voices join in singing, 
 
 And our hearts unite in prayer. 
 Let us all with finn endeavor. 
 
 In our duties now engage ; 
 We shall gain our Father's favor, 
 
 Bending o'er his sacred page. 
 There the lessons he has taught us, 
 
 Will our hearts and minds improve. 
 And the blessings he has brought us 
 
 Wake a strong and filial love. 
 
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 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 
 Hope and comfort from above ; 
 
 Let us each, thy peace possessing. 
 Triumph in redeeming love. 
 
 Thanks we give and adoration, 
 
 For thy gospel's joyful sound ; 
 May the fruits of thy salvation. 
 
 In our hearts and lives abound. " 
 Make us gentle, kind and lowly ; 
 
 Teach us. Father, by thy word, 
 How we may be good and holy, 
 
 Like to Jesus Christ our Lord. 
 
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 With thy counsel thou shalt guide me, 
 
 O thou Shepherd of the flock ; 
 Safe from every tempest hide me, 
 
 Fixed upon the Living Rock. 
 Poor and needy, O receive me, 
 
 Be thy rod my stafl' and stay ; 
 And that blessed portion give me 
 
 Which no power can take away. 
 
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 The Soul's beauty unfading. C. M. 
 
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 Sweet day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, Bri - dal of earth and sky ; 
 
 The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou, a - las ! must die ! 
 
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 Sweet rose ! in air whose odors wave, 
 
 And color charms the eye. 
 Thy root is even in its grave, 
 
 And thou, alas ! must die. 
 
 Sweet Spring ! of days and roses made, 
 Whose charms for beauty vie, 
 
 Thy days depart, thy roses fade, — 
 Thou, too, alas ! must die. 
 
 Only a sweet and holy soul 
 Hath tints that never fly ; 
 While flowers decay and seasons roll, 
 
 Q/l Christ our only Hope* 
 
 Lord ! should we leave thy hallowed feet. 
 
 To whom could we repair ? 
 WTiere else such holy comforts meet. 
 
 As spring etei'nal there ? 
 
 Unmingled joys are thine to give. 
 
 And undecaying peace ; 
 For thou canst teach us so to live 
 
 That hfe shall never cease. 
 
 Thou only canst the cheering words 
 
 Of endless life supply, 
 Anointed of the Lord of Lords, 
 
 The Son of God Most High ! 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
 Q^ The Safe Retreat. 
 
 O thou, whose tender mercy hears 
 
 Contrition's humble sigh, 
 Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears 
 
 From sorrow's weeping eye ; 
 
 See, low before thy throne of grace, 
 A wretched wanderer mqi^rn ; 
 
 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face. 
 Hast thou not said, lie turn ? 
 
 And shall my guilty feai-s prevail, 
 To drive me from thy feet '? 
 
 O let not this dear refuge fail, 
 This only safe retreat. 
 
 O shine on this benighted heart, 
 With beams of mercy shine ; 
 
 And let thy healing voice impait 
 A taste of joys divine. 
 
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 How sweet to be allowed to pray 
 
 To God the holy one ; 
 With filial love and trust to say, 
 
 " O God, thy will be done. " 
 
 We, ill these sacred words, can find 
 
 A cure for every ill ; 
 They calm and soothe the troubled 
 
 And bid its fears be still. [mind, 
 
 O let that will which gave me breath 
 
 And an immortid soul. 
 In joy or grief, in life or death, 
 
 My every wish control. 
 
 O teach my heart the blessed way 
 
 To imitate thy Son ! 
 Teach me, O God, in truth to pray, 
 
 " Thy will, not mine, be done." 
 
 ^^ Coldness lamented* 
 
 How cold and feeble is our love, 
 
 How negligent our fear, 
 How low our hope of joys above, 
 
 How few aftections there ! 
 
 Great God ! thy sovereign power impart, 
 
 To give tliy word success! 
 AVrite thy salvation in each heart. 
 
 And make us learn thy grace. 
 
 Show our forgetful feet the way 
 
 That leads to joys on high, 
 Where knowledge grows Avithout decay, 
 
 And love shall never die. 
 
 II § Obedience. 
 
 Let children that would fear the Lord, 
 
 Hear what their teachers say. 
 With reverence heed their parents' word 
 
 And with delight obey. 
 Have we not heard what dreadful plagues 
 
 Are threatened by the Lord, 
 To him who breaks his father's law, 
 
 Or mocks his mother's word ? 
 But those that worship God, and give 
 
 Their parents honor due, 
 Shall long on earth in comfort live, 
 
 And live hereafter too. 
 
 1^0 Child's ^supplication. 
 
 Lord Jesus, teach a child to pray, 
 
 AYho humbly kneels to thee. 
 And every night and every day 
 
 My Friend and Saviour be. 
 AVhile here I live, give me thy grace, 
 
 And when I'm called to die, 
 O take my soul to see thy face. 
 
 And sing thy praise on high. 
 
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 Jesos Welcomed. L. M. 
 
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 "WTiat anthems loud, and louder still, So sweetly sound from Zion's hill 
 
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 Lo ! 'tis an infant chorus sings 
 Hosanna to the King of kings ; 
 The Saviour comes I and babes proclaim 
 Salvation sent in Jesus' name. 
 
 O ! what sweet music, what a song 
 Sounds from this bright and happy throng 
 Sweet song, whose melting words impart 
 Joy to each raptured, listening heart. 
 
 Nor these alone their voice shall raise, 
 For we will join this song of praise ; 
 Still Israel's children forward press 
 To hail the Lord, their Rigluteousness. 
 
 ■^1 Perfeclions of God. 
 
 High in the heavens, eternal God, 
 Thy goodness in full glory shines ; 
 
 Thy truth shall break thro' every cloud 
 That veils and darkens thy designs. 
 
 Forever firm thy justice stands. 
 
 As mountains their foundations keep* 
 
 AVise are the wonders of thy hands, — 
 Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 
 
 My God ! how excellent thy grace, 
 Whence all our hope and comfort 
 
 The sons of Adam, in distress, [springs. 
 Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
 •^^ The Saviour*8 Reisii. 
 
 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
 Does his successive journeys run ; 
 His kingdom stretch from shore to shore 
 Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 
 People and realms of every tongue 
 Dwell on his love with sweetest song ; 
 And youthful voices shall proclaim 
 Their early blessings on his name. 
 Let every creature rise and bring 
 Peculiar honors to our King ; 
 Angels descend with songs again, 
 And earth repeat the loud Amen. 
 
 73 Pi'aisc for Redemption* 
 
 Awake my tongue, thy tribute bring 
 To Him who gave thee power to sing ; 
 Praise him who has all power above. 
 The source of wisdom and of love. 
 
 Thro' each bright world above, behold 
 Ten thousand, thousand charms unfold ; 
 Earth, air, and mighty seas combine 
 To speak his wisdom all divine. 
 
 But in redemption, O what grace ! 
 Its wonders, O, what thought can trace ! 
 Here wisdom shines forever bright ; 
 Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight. 
 
 y^ Childreii^s Hoaanna. 
 
 Almighty Ruler of the skies. 
 
 Thro' all the earth thy name is spread ; 
 And thine eternal glories rise [made. 
 
 Above the heavens thy hands have 
 
 Amidst thy temple children throng 
 To see their great Redeemer's face ; 
 
 The Son of David is their song, 
 And loud hosannas fill the place. 
 
 7^ fiterniCy of God. 
 
 All-powerful, self-existent God, 
 
 Who all creation doth sustain. 
 Thou wast, and art, and art to come, 
 
 And everlasting is thy reign ! 
 Fixed and eternal as thy days, 
 
 Each glorious attribute divine. 
 Through ages infinite, shall still 
 
 With undiminished lustre shine. 
 Fountain of being ! Source of good, 
 
 Immutable thou dost remain ! 
 Nor can the shadow of a change 
 
 Obscure the glories of thy reign. 
 
 <7^ Praise to the Lamb. 
 
 What equal honors shall we bring 
 
 To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, 
 AVlien all the notes that angels sing, 
 
 Are far inferior to thy name. 
 AVorthy is he that once was slain, 
 
 The Prince of Peace, who groaned and 
 Worthy to rise, and live, and reign [died, 
 
 At his almighty Father's side. 
 
 Blessings forever on the Lamb, 
 
 Vfho bore the curse for wretched men ; 
 
 Let angels sound his sacred name. 
 And every creature say — Amen. 
 
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 Rich is the sacred song that swells 
 Where God in light and glory dwells ; 
 What joyful choir their notes combine ? 
 Who utter music so divine ? 
 
 'Tis the sweet song of spotless love, 
 "Which ransomed children sing above ; 
 Early to God their hearts were given, 
 And now they dwell with him in heaven. 
 
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 " How sweet to bless the Lord." S. M. 
 
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 How sweet to bless the Lord, And in his praises join, With saints his goodness to record, 
 
 
 And sing his pow'r divine. With saints his goodness to record^And sing his pow'r divine. 
 
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 These seasons of delight 
 The dawn of glory seem, 
 
 Like rays of pure celestial light, 
 "Which on our spirits beam. 
 
 O, blest assurance this ; 
 
 Bright morn of heavenly day ; 
 Sweet foretaste of eternal bliss, 
 
 That cheers the pilgrim's way. 
 
 Thus may our joys increase, 
 Our love more ardent grow ; 
 
 While rich supplies of Jesus' grace 
 Refresh our souls below. 
 
 i9C^ Sabbath Moruiiig* 
 
 How pleasant is the dawn 
 
 Of this delightful day ; 
 Now, with our teachers, let us join 
 
 To read, and praise, and pray. 
 
 And may the God of love 
 Their kind endeavors own. 
 
 That we and they may meet above, 
 To sing before his throne. 
 
 Blest Saviour ! hear our cry, 
 O grant us all thy grace ; 
 
 And make us fit, while here below, 
 To dwell before thy face. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
 gQ The Place of Praise. 
 
 Come to the place of praise, 
 
 Ye who are happy now ; 
 In sweet accord your voices raise, 
 
 In kindred homage bow. 
 
 Ye young, before his throne, 
 Come, bow ; your voices raise ; 
 
 Let not your hearts his praise disown. 
 Who gives the power to praise. 
 
 Thou, whose benignant eye 
 
 In mercy looks on all ; 
 "Who see'st the tear of misery, 
 
 And hear'st the mourner's call, — 
 
 Up to thy dwelling place 
 
 Bear oiu* frail spirits on, 
 Till they outstrip time's tardy pace, 
 
 And heaven on earth be won. 
 
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 The freshly blooming flowers 
 To Thee sweet offerings bear ; 
 
 And cheerful birds in shady bowers 
 Sing forth thy tender care. 
 
 The fields on every side, 
 
 The trees on every hill, 
 The glorious sun, the rolling tide, 
 
 Proclaim thy wonders still. 
 
 But trees, and fields, and skies. 
 Still praise a God unknown ; 
 
 For gratitude and love can rise 
 From living hearts alone. 
 
 These living hearts of ours 
 Thy holy name would bless ; 
 
 The blossoms of all nature's flowers 
 Would please our Father less. 
 
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 My Maker and my Bang ! 
 
 To thee my all I owe : 
 Thy sovereign bounty is the spring 
 
 Whence all my blessings flow. 
 
 Thy goodness, like the sun, 
 Dawned on my early days. 
 
 Ere infant reason had begun 
 To form my lips to praise. 
 
 The creature of thine hand. 
 
 On thee alone I hve ; 
 My God ! thy benefits demand 
 
 More praise than life can give. 
 
 O let thy grace inspire 
 
 My soul with strength divine ; 
 Let all my powers to thee aspire, 
 
 And all my days be thine. 
 
 §3 Self-Dedication. 
 
 Lord ! I would come to thee, 
 A sinner all defiled ; 
 
 take the stain of guilt away, 
 And own me as thy child. 
 
 1 cannot live in sin 
 
 And feel a Saviour s love ; 
 Thy blood can make my spirit cleans 
 O write my name above ! 
 
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 Once more, before we part. 
 We'll bless the Saviour's name, 
 
 Record his mercies every heart, 
 Sing every tongue the same. 
 
 Lord, may we love thy word. 
 And feed thereon and grow ; 
 
 Go on to learn thy holy will, 
 And practice what we know. 
 
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 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 A Blessing sought. L. M. 
 
 (HARMONY.) Music by A. R. T. 
 
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 Assembled in our school once more, O Lord, thy blessing we implore; 
 
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 We meet to read and sing and pray, Be Avith us, then, through this thy day. 
 
 O Lord, our God, be pleased to bless. 
 And crown our studies with success ; 
 In our young hearts thy truth instil. 
 That we may know and do thy will. 
 
 Our fervent prayer to thee ascends, 
 For parents, teachers, foes, and friends. 
 And when we in thy house appear. 
 Help us to worship in thy fear. 
 
 When we on earth shall meet no more. 
 May we above to glory soar. 
 And praise thee in more lofty strains. 
 Where one eternal Sabbath reigns. 
 
 ^^ Public Worshiv. 
 
 Lord, how delightful 'tis to see 
 
 A whole assembly worship thee ! 
 
 At once they sing, at once they pray, 
 
 They hear of heaven, and learn the way. 
 
 I have been there, and still would go ; 
 'Tis like a taste of heaven below ; 
 Not all my pleasures nor my play 
 Shall tempt me to forget this day. 
 
 O write upon my memory. Lord, 
 The text and doctrine of thy word ; 
 That I may break thy laws no more, 
 But love thee better than before. 
 
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 gy Prayer an<l Praise. 
 
 O thou, whom high archangels praise, 
 Whose glory shines with brightest rays, 
 To thee our grateful hymns we tune, 
 For none can sing thy praise too soon. 
 O may thy grace be all our joy, 
 Let gratitude our tongues employ. 
 And lead young children, frail and weak, 
 Thy praise to sing, thy face to seek. 
 
 Deny us not our earnest prayer. 
 That we may all thy favour share ; 
 Be led to each good work and word. 
 As faithful servants of the Lord. 
 
 And bless our teachers, parents, friends ; 
 And grant, where'er thy name extends. 
 That heathen children, too, may bring 
 Their songs of praise to Israel's king. 
 
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 Return, my roving heart, return. 
 And chase these shadowy forms no 
 
 Seek out some solitude to mourn, [more ; 
 And thy forsaken God implore. 
 
 And thou, my God, whose piercing eye 
 Distinct surveys each deep recess, 
 
 In these abstracted hours draw nigh. 
 And with thy presence fill the place. 
 
 Through all the mazes of my heart 
 My search let heavenly wisdom guide. 
 
 And still its radiant beams impart. 
 Till all be searched and purified. 
 
 Then with the visits of thy love, 
 
 Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer ; 
 
 Till every grace shall join to prove 
 That God has fixed his dwellino; there, 
 
 ^Q Anniversary Hymn* 
 
 From year to year in love we meet ; 
 
 From year to year in peace we part ; 
 The tongues of children uttering sweet 
 
 The thrilling joy of every heart. 
 But time rolls on ; and, year by year, 
 
 AVe change, grow up, or pass away ; 
 Not twice the same assembly here 
 
 Have hailed the children's festal day. 
 
 Death, ere another year, shall strike 
 Some in our number, marked to fall : 
 
 Be young and old prepared alike ; 
 The wai-ning is to each, to all. 
 
 Oft broke, our failing ranks renew ; 
 
 Send teachers, children, in our place ; 
 More humble, docile, faithful, true, 
 
 More like thy Son, from race to race. 
 
 C^Q Love for the Sabbath. 
 
 I love to have the Sabbath come. 
 For then I rise and quit my home, 
 And haste to school, with cheerful air, 
 To meet my dearest teachers there. 
 
 'Tis there I'm always taught to pray 
 That God would bless me day by day, 
 And safely guard and guide me still, 
 And help me to obey his will. 
 
 From all the lessons I obtain 
 May I a store of knowledge gain, 
 And early seek my Saviour's face, 
 And gain from him supplies of grace. 
 
 And then, thro' life's remaining days, 
 I'll love to sing my Saviour's praise ; 
 And bless the Icindness and the grace 
 That brought me to this sacred place. 
 
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 "God is Good." L. M. 
 
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 I hear it in tlie rushing wind, 
 
 The hills that have for ages stood ; 
 The clouds with golden colors lined, 
 
 Are all repeating, God is good. 
 Each little rill, that many a year 
 
 Has the same verdant path pursued, 
 And every bird, in accents clear. 
 
 Joins in the song that God is good. 
 And countless are the blazing stars. 
 
 That sing his praise with light renewed 
 The rising sun each day declares, 
 
 In rays of glory, God is good. 
 The moon, that waUcs in brightness, says 
 
 That God is good ! and we, endued 
 With power to speak our INIaker's praise, 
 
 Will still repeat that God is good. 
 
 9^ The Sabbath. 
 
 Another six days work is done, 
 Another Sabbath is begun : 
 Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, 
 Lnprove the day that God hath blest. 
 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns 
 So sweet a rest to wearied minds ; 
 Draws us away from earth to heaven, 
 And gives, this day, the food of seven. 
 O may our prayers and praises rise 
 As grateful incense to the skies ; 
 And draw from heaven that sweet repose 
 Which none but he who feels it knows. 
 In holy duties may the day, 
 In holy pleasures pass away ; 
 How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, 
 In hope of one that ne'er shall end. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
 31 
 
 03 "Wautferinst lamented* 
 
 Lord, we have wander'd from the way ; 
 Like foolish sheep, we've gone astray ; 
 Our pleasant pastures we have left, 
 And of their guard our souls bereft. 
 Exposed to want, exposed to harm. 
 Far from our Shepherd's gentle arm, 
 Nor will the fatal wandering cease. 
 Till thou reveal the paths of peace. 
 
 O seek thy thoughtless creatures, Lord, 
 Nor let us quite forget thy word ; 
 Our erring souls do thou restore, 
 And keep us that we stray no more. 
 
 QM Prayer for Gui<Taiicc« 
 
 Be with mc, Lord, where'er I go, [do ; 
 Teach me what thou would'st have me 
 Suggest whate'er I think or say, 
 Direct me in the narrow way. 
 
 Assist and teach me how to pray, 
 Incline my nature to obey, — 
 What thou abhorrest may I llee, 
 And love alone what pleases thee. 
 
 O may I never do my will, 
 But thine, and only thine, fulfil ; 
 Let all my time, and all my ways, 
 Be spent, and ended, with thy praise. 
 
 €^^ Holy Aspirationiit 
 
 O Lord, my Saviour and my King, 
 Of all I have, or hope, the spring ! 
 Send down thy Spirit from above, 
 To warm my heart with holy love. 
 
 Let love through all my conduct shine, 
 An image fair, though faint, of thine ; 
 Father of all, great Lord of love, 
 Let me thy humble follower prove. 
 
 0Q Illness of a Teacher. 
 
 O thou, before whose gracious throne 
 We bow our suppliant spirits down. 
 Regard our simple, earnest prayer, 
 And make our teacher now thy care. 
 Preserve thy servant from the grave ; 
 Stretch out thine arm, O Lord, to save : 
 Back to our hopes and wishes give 
 Our teacher. Lord, and bid him live. 
 
 Yet if our supplications fail, 
 And prayers and tears cannot prevail, 
 Be thou liis strength, be thou his stay, 
 Support him through the narrow way. 
 
 Around him may thy angels stand, 
 To bear him to a better land ; 
 To teach his happy soul to rise, 
 And waft him to the upper skies. 
 
 Q^ Sabbath Invocation* 
 
 ^Vc leave our tasks, we leave our play, 
 To think of thee, O God, to-day ; 
 O teach our hearts and tongues to raise 
 The prayer of faith, the song of praise. 
 
 Let not an earthly thought annoy 
 The pleasure of this sweet employ ; • 
 May selfish passions all be still, 
 AMiile we inquire to know thy will. 
 
 Qg Trinmph in Death. 
 
 Jesus ! my head must soon be laid 
 In some cold grave beneath the shade ; 
 But wherefore should I fear to die, 
 Since death has lost the victory ? 
 
 Yes, thou hast conquered even death, 
 AATiich can but take this feeble breath ; 
 My soul shall live, and rise, and sing 
 The praises of my glorious King. 
 
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 09 
 
 Words by E. Bradford. 
 
 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 Youth Entreated. C. M. 
 
 (repose.) From Bird^s Sacred Lyrist. 
 
 O why should gay and blooming youth To earth its hopes con - fine j 
 
 f -#- -^ -a- -•- -#■• -0- -«"- s 
 
 9^0 
 
 spark di - vine ? 
 
 The earth itself must soon decay — 
 
 Brief are its joys at best ; 
 Build not so low as its dark shores, 
 
 Seek not on earth thy rest. 
 
 Its ties will snap — its brittle ties, 
 And leave thee nought to cheer ; 
 
 And Death's cold touch will chill thy 
 And fin thy heart with fear, [blood, 
 
 O forge no chains to fetter what 
 Thy God himself made free ; 
 
 Yield not thy youthful heart to sin, — 
 Its strength may master thee. 
 
 1 00 'P\ea. fur Mercy. 
 
 Mercy I ask to seal my peace, 
 That, kept by Jesus' power, 
 
 I may from every evil cease. 
 And never grieve thee more. 
 
 Now, if thy gracious will it be, 
 E'en now my sins remove. 
 
 And set my soul at liberty 
 By thy victorious love. 
 
 Nothing I ask or want beside. 
 Of all in earth or heaven. 
 
 But let me feel thy blood applied, 
 And live and die forgiven. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE 
 
 33 
 
 101 Repose. 
 
 There is an hour of hallowed peace 
 For those with care oppressed, 
 
 When sighs and sorrowng tears shall 
 And all be hushed to rest [cease, 
 
 'Tis then the soul is freed from fears 
 And doubts which here annoy ; 
 
 Then they that oft had sown in tears 
 Shall reap again in joy. 
 
 There Is a home of sweet repose, 
 Where storms assail no more ; 
 
 The stream of endless pleasure flows 
 On that celestial shore. 
 
 There purity with love appears, 
 
 And bliss without alloy ; 
 Tliere they that oft had sown in tears 
 
 Shall reap again in joy. 
 
 I 03 *'>■»>'**•' *»** God's Presence. 
 
 O could I find from day to day 
 
 A nearness to my God ! 
 Then should my hours glide sweet 
 
 And lean upon his word. [away. 
 
 Lord, I desire with thee to live 
 
 Anew from day to day. 
 In joys the world can never give, 
 
 Nor ever take away. 
 
 O, Jesus, come and rule my heart. 
 And make me wholly thine. 
 
 That I may never more depart. 
 Nor grieve thy love divine. 
 
 Thus till my last expiring breath. 
 
 Thy goodness I'll adore ; 
 And when my flesh dissolves in death, 
 
 My soul shall love thee more. 
 [3] 
 
 103 Pure Worship. 
 
 The offerings to thy throne which rise 
 Of mingled praise and prayer, 
 
 Are but a worthless sacrifice, 
 Unless the heart is there. 
 
 Upon thine all-discerning ear 
 Let no vain words intrude ; 
 
 No tribute, but the vow sincere, 
 The tribute of the good. 
 
 My ofl*erings will indeed be blest 
 
 If sanctified by thee, 
 If thy pure Spirit touch my breast 
 
 With its own purity. 
 
 O, may that Spirit warm my heart 
 
 To piety and love, 
 And to life's lowly vale impart 
 
 Some rays from heaven above. 
 
 104 Study of God's AVord. 
 
 Happy the children of the Lord, 
 
 AVho, walking in his sight. 
 Make all the precepts of his word 
 
 Their study and delight. 
 
 That precious wealth shall be their 
 Which cannot know decay ; [dower. 
 
 Which moth or rust shall ne'er devour, 
 Nor spoiler take away. 
 
 For them that heavenly light shall 
 AVhose cheering rays illume [spread. 
 
 The darkest hours of life, and shed 
 A halo round the tomb. 
 
 Their works of piety and love, 
 
 Performed through Christ their Lord,. 
 
 Forever registered above, 
 Shall meet a sure reward. 
 
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 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 My Rest is in Heaven, lis. 
 
 (HBALV.) Music by A. R. T. 
 
 My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here, Then why should I murmur when trials are near ? 
 
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 Be hushed my sad spirit, the worst that can come But shortens my journey and hastens me home 
 
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 It is not for me to be seeking my bliss 
 And building my hopes in a region like this ; 
 I look for a city which hands have not piled, — 
 I pant for a country by sin undefiled. 
 
 The thorn and the thistle around me may grow, 
 I would not he down upon roses below ; 
 I ask not my portion, I seek not my rest 
 Until I shall find them in Jesus's breast. 
 
 Afflictions may damp me, — they cannot destroy, 
 One glimpse of His love turns them all into joy, 
 And th' bitterest tears, if he smiles but on them. 
 Like dew in the sunshine, grow diamond and gem 
 My rest is in Heaven, &c. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 335 
 
 ]|00 Scene at the Sepulchre* 
 
 Sweet spices they brought on their star-lighted way, 
 And came to the grave by the dawning of day : 
 " But who will the stone from the sepulchre roll ?" 
 They said, as the tear from their weeping eyes stole. 
 
 The stone is removed, and the Saviour is gone : — 
 O hail, ye disciples, this bright Sabbath morn ; 
 Lift, hft your glad voices in triumph on high, 
 Your JNIaster has risen, and ye shall not die. 
 
 May Christ now appear, as to Maiy he came, 
 And fill every bosom with piety's flame ; 
 Then heaven's bright glories we soon shall obtain, 
 Nor Sabbaths so peaceful be useless and vain. 
 
 1(^2 The Sabbath. 
 
 How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest. 
 The day of the week which I ought to love best ; 
 The morning my Saviour arose from the tomb. 
 And took from the grave all its terror and gloom. 
 
 Then let us be thoughtful and prayerful to-day, 
 Nor carelessly trifle this season away ; 
 Remembering that Sabbaths were graciously given 
 To teach us to seek, and prepare us for heaven. 
 
 |0§ The Lord^s Prayer. 
 
 Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name ! 
 May thy kingdom holy on earth be the same ; 
 O give to us daily our portion of bread, — 
 It is from thy bounty that all must be fed. 
 
 Forgive our transgressions, and teach us to know 
 That humble compassion that pardons each foe ; 
 Keep us from temptation, from weakness and sin, 
 And thine be the glory, forever. Amen. 
 
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 109 
 
 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 Heaven. L. M. 
 
 (wiLMBB.) Music by A. T. 
 
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 O when the hours of life are past, And death's dark shades arrive at last, 
 
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 lt is not sleep, it is not rest, 'Tis glo-ry opening to the blest. 
 
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 Their course to heav'n, the' stained by sin, 
 Yet Christ shall there receive them in; 
 There each shall wear a robe of light, 
 Like his, divinely fair and bright. 
 There, parted hearts again shall meet, 
 In union holy, calm and sweet; 
 There grief find rest, and never more 
 Shall sorrow call them to deplore. 
 No storms shall ride the troubled air. 
 No voice of passion enter there; 
 But all be peaceful as the sigh 
 Of evening gales, that breathe and die. 
 For there the God of mercy sheds 
 His purest influence on their heads. 
 And gilds the spirits round the throne 
 With glory radiant as his own. 
 
 110 Goil) our Fnlher* 
 
 Great God ! and wilt thou condescend 
 To be my Father and my friend ? 
 I but a child, and thou so high, 
 The Lord of earth, and air, and sky ! 
 Art thou my Father ? — Let me be 
 A meek, obedient child to thee; 
 And try, in every deed and thought, 
 To serve and please thee as I ought. 
 Art thou my Father? — I'll depend 
 Upon the care of such a friend ; 
 And only wish to do and be 
 Whatever seemeth good to thee. 
 Art thou my Father ? — Then, at last, 
 When all my days on earth are past, 
 Send down, and take me, in thy love, 
 To be thy better child above. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
 37 
 
 111 I'cf^t^ of the Riehtcons. 
 
 How blest the righteous when he dies ! 
 
 When sinks a weary soul to rest, 
 How mildly beam the closing eyes, 
 
 How gently heaves the expiring 
 breast! 
 
 So fades a summer cloud away, 
 
 So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, 
 
 So gently shuts the eye of day, 
 ^ dies a wave along the shore. 
 
 A holy quiet reigns around, 
 
 A calm which life nor death destroys ; 
 Nothing disturbs that peace profound, 
 
 Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 
 
 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, 
 Light from its load the spirit flies ; 
 
 "While heaven and earth combine to say, 
 How blest the righteous when he dies ! 
 
 I 12 Sabbnth Day. 
 
 We bless thee for this sacred day, 
 Thou who hast every blessing given. 
 Which sends the dreams of earth away, 
 And yields a glimpse of opening heaven. 
 
 Lord, in this day of holy rest, 
 We would improve the calm repose ^ 
 And, in thy service truly blest. 
 Forget the world, its joys and woes. 
 
 Lord ! may thy truth, upon the heart 
 Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew. 
 And flowers of grace in freshness start 
 Where once the weeds of error grew. 
 We would our prayers with fervor bring. 
 And lay them at thy sacred throne. 
 And render praise, O heavenly King, 
 To thee, who praise can claim alone. 
 
 113 Teachina of Jesus. 
 
 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound 
 Prom hps of gentleness and grace. 
 When listening thousands gathered round, 
 And joy and reverence filled the place. 
 From heaven he came, of heaven he 
 
 spoke, 
 To heaven he led his followers' way ; 
 Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke. 
 Unveiling an immortal day. 
 " Come, wanderers, to my Father's home, 
 Come, all ye weary ones, and rest !" 
 Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, 
 Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. 
 
 114 '^***^ Bible. 
 
 God is the refuge of his saints, 
 
 When storms of sharp distress invade, 
 Ere we can ofler our complaints 
 
 Behold him present with his aid. 
 Loud may the troubled ocean roar ; 
 
 In sacred peace our souls abide ; 
 While every nation, every shore. 
 
 Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 
 That sacred book, thy hoh' word, 
 
 All our distressing fear controls; 
 Sweet peace the promises aflbrd. 
 
 And give new stiength to fainting souls. 
 
 11^ Invilal'oii to Praise. 
 
 Thus far we're spared again to meet 
 Before Jehovah's mercy seat ; 
 To seek his face, to praise and pray, 
 And hail another Sabbath-day. 
 Let every tongue its silence break. 
 Let every tongue his goodness speak, 
 AVho deigns his glory to display 
 On each returning Sabbath-day. 
 
38 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
 110 Children's Prayer. S. M. 
 
 Slow and expressive. (caldicott.) Music and words by J. M. H. 
 
 Dear Saviour, hear our prayer, — We bow be - fore 
 
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 throne 
 
 
 
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 cept-ance there, And peace be-fore 
 
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 on - known. 
 
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 Dear Saviour, hear our prayer, — 
 
 O turn not thou away, 
 For in temptation's fearful hour 
 
 Thou art our only stay. 
 
 Dear Saviour, hear our prayer, — 
 No other power but thine 
 
 Can fill our souls with heavenly joy 
 With rays of light divine. 
 
 Dear Saviour, hear our prayer. 
 
 On thee alone we caU ; 
 O keep our feet in Wisdom's way 
 
 That we may never fall. 
 
 Ijy Holy Desires. 
 
 Behold the throne of grace ! 
 
 The promise calls me near ; 
 There Jesus shows a smiling face, 
 
 And waits to answer prayer. 
 
 Thine image, Lord, bestow. 
 Thy presence and thy love ; 
 
 I ask to serve thee here below, 
 And reign with thee above. 
 
 Teach me to live by faith. 
 Conform my will to thine ; 
 
 Let me victorious be in death, 
 And then in glory shine. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
 39 
 
 118 Seckins God. 
 
 My God, permit my tongue 
 This joy, to call thee mine ; 
 
 And let my early cries prevail 
 To taste thy love divine. 
 
 For life, without thy love, 
 
 No relish can afford ; 
 No joy can be compared to this. 
 
 To serve and please the Lord. 
 
 Since thou hast been my help. 
 
 To thee my spirit flies ; 
 And on thy Avatchful providence 
 
 My cheerful hope relies. 
 
 The shadow of thy wings 
 
 My soul in safety keeps ; 
 I follow where my Father leads, 
 
 And he supports my steps. 
 
 110 Tcaclier's Prayer. 
 
 Control my every thought, 
 
 And all my sin remove ; 
 Let every work in thee be wrought, 
 
 Let all be wrought in love. 
 
 O bless me with the mind, 
 
 Meek Lamb, that was in thee ! 
 
 And let my faith and zeal be joined 
 With perfect charity. 
 
 O may I love like thee ; 
 
 In all thy footsteps tread ; 
 Thou hatest all iniquity. 
 
 But nothing thou hast made. 
 
 O may I learn the art, 
 
 With meekness to reprove ! 
 
 And hate the sin with all my heart, 
 But still the sinner love. 
 
 190 Invitation of Jesus* 
 
 See Israel's Shepherd stand, 
 
 With all-engaging charms ; 
 See how he takes the tender lambs, 
 
 And folds them in his arms. 
 
 " Permit them to approach, — 
 Forbid them not," he cried ; 
 
 " Of such my Father's kingdom is, 
 And such with him abide." 
 
 O let this little flock. 
 
 We children seek his face ; 
 And fly with transport to receive 
 
 The blessings of his grace. 
 
 I O I P . rse r e rn nee. 
 
 Thou Source of every good. 
 Preserve and keep me still ; 
 
 Do thou direct my heart and hand 
 To execute thy wdll. 
 
 From every earthly charm, 
 
 O set my spirit free ; 
 May I my time and strength devote, 
 
 My life, my all, to thee. 
 In wisdom's pleasant ways 
 
 Help me to persevere. 
 Till I shall reach the world of bliss 
 
 And serve thee better there. 
 
 1 93 Henvcn. 
 
 There is a land above 
 
 All beautiful and bright. 
 And those who love and seek the Lord 
 
 Rise to that world of light. 
 There sin is known no more. 
 
 Nor tears, nor want, nor care ; 
 There good and happy beings dwell, 
 
 And all are holy there. 
 
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 Slow. 
 
 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 Frailty. S. M. 
 
 (OLMUTZ.) 
 
 
 The lil - ies of the field, That quickly fade a - way, 
 
 May well to us a Ies - son yield, For we are frail as they. 
 
 :=:t==^j-^:; 
 
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 Just like an early rose, 
 
 I've seen an infant bloom ; 
 But death, perhaps, before it blows, 
 
 AVill lay it in the tomb. 
 
 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. 
 
 To God, who made them all. 
 
 Let children humbly cry ; 
 And then, whenever death may call, 
 
 They'll be prepared to die. 
 
 I34L T^^y Kingdom Come* 
 
 Lord, let thy kingdom come ; 
 
 Let thy good Spirit find 
 A calm abode, a peaceful home, 
 
 A temple in our mind. 
 
 In us reveal thy laws, 
 
 And teach us all thy will ; 
 That we, devoted to thy cause, 
 
 Thy pleasure may fulfil. 
 
 Let peace, and joy, and love, 
 
 Be fully, freely given. 
 And may our youthful hearts improve, 
 
 Till we are fit for heaven. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
 41 
 
 19tS SuiKlnr Morning* 
 
 Lord, fix our wand'ring thoughts, 
 
 Thy sacred word to hear, 
 With deep attention, and with love, 
 
 With rev rence, and with fear. 
 
 Let us remember still 
 
 That God is present here ; 
 And let our hearts be all engaged 
 
 When we draw near in prayer. 
 
 And when the humble notes 
 Of praise our lips employ, 
 
 Give us to taste the sweet delight 
 Which saints in heaven enjoy. 
 
 may thy sacred word 
 Sink deep in every breast. 
 
 And let us all by grace be brought 
 To Christ, the promised rest. 
 
 1 ^(^ Dentil of a Pious CitHd. 
 
 When sickness, pain, and death 
 
 Come o'er a godly child, 
 How sweetly then departs the breath ! 
 
 The dying pang how mild ! 
 
 It gently sinks to rest, 
 
 As once it used to do 
 Upon its mother's tender breast. 
 
 And as securely too. 
 
 The spirit is not dead, 
 
 Though low the body lies ; 
 
 But, freed from sin and sorrow, fled 
 To dwell beyond the skies. 
 
 That death is but a sleep 
 Beneath a Saviour's care ; 
 
 And he will surely safely keep 
 The body resting there. 
 
 197 Chri«t*8 Compassion* 
 
 The pity of the Lord 
 
 To those that fear his name, 
 
 Is such as tender parents feel, — 
 He knows our feeble frame. 
 
 Our days are as the grass. 
 
 Or like the morning flower. 
 If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field 
 
 It withers in an hour. 
 But thy compassions. Lord, 
 
 To endless years endure ; 
 And children's children ever find 
 
 Thy words of promise sure. 
 
 I3S Dependence* 
 
 Teach me, my God and l^ng, 
 
 In all things thee to see ; 
 And what I do in any thing, 
 
 To do it as for thee ! 
 To scorn the senses' sway. 
 
 While still to thee I tend ; 
 In all I do be thou the way, — 
 
 In all, be thou the end. 
 All may of thee partake, — 
 
 Nothing so small can be. 
 But draws, when acted for thy sake, 
 
 Greatness and worth from thee. 
 
 IS9 "^^^ Infant School. 
 
 Within these walls be peace, 
 
 Love through our borders found, 
 
 In all our little palaces 
 Prosperity abound. 
 
 God scorns not humble things ; 
 
 Here, though the proud despise, 
 The children of the I^ng of kings 
 
 Are traininof for the skies. 
 
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 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
 130 United Praise. H. M. 
 
 (lischeb.) Music by L. Mason, from C. Sacra. 
 
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 Come, let our voices join 
 To God, the God of love. 
 
 In joy-ful songs of praise;) To 
 
 Our thankful hearts we'll raise ; ) 
 
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 praise belongs, Our earliest and our lat - est songs, 
 
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 Within these hallowed walls 
 
 Our wandering feet are brought, 
 Where prayer and praise ascend, 
 And heavenly truths are taught ; 
 To God alone your offerings bring ; 
 Let young and old his praises sing. 
 
 Our ear-Iiest and oar latest songs. 
 
 Lord, let this work of love 
 
 Be crowned with full success ; 
 Let thousands yet unborn, 
 Thy sacred name here bless ; 
 To thee, O Lord, all praise to thee 
 We'll raise throughout eternity. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYKE. 
 
 43 
 
 ][3l Sabbath Mornins* 
 
 Welcome, delightful morn, 
 Sweet day of sacred rest, 
 I hail thy kind return ; 
 
 Lord, make these moments blest ; 
 From low desires and fleeting toys, 
 I soar to reach eternal joys. 
 
 Now may the King descend, 
 
 And All his throne of grace ; 
 Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, 
 AVTiile saints address thy face ; 
 Let sinners feel thy quickening Avord, 
 And learn to know and fear the Lord. 
 
 Descend, celestial Dove, 
 
 With all thy quickening powers ; 
 Disclose a Saviour's love, 
 
 And bless these sacred houi-s ; 
 Then shall my soul new life obtain, 
 Nor Sabbaths be enjoyed in vain. 
 
 1 33 Thatiksgivina* 
 
 Give thanks to God most high, 
 
 The univei'sal Lord ; 
 The sovereign l^ng of kings, 
 And be his grace adored. 
 Thy mercy, Lord, I And ever sure 
 Shall still endure, | Abides thy word. 
 
 He sent his only Son 
 
 To save us from our wo, 
 From Satan, sin, and death. 
 And every hurtful foe. 
 His power and grace I And let his name 
 Are still the same, | Have endless praise. 
 
 133 ^lo<^>'>s Anniversary Hymn* 
 
 Dear Father, ere we part, 
 O let thy grace descend. 
 And fill each youthful heart 
 
 With peace, from Christ our friend; 
 May showers of blessings from above 
 Descend and fill our hearts with love. 
 
 We know that soon on earth 
 
 The fondest ties must end, — 
 Our own most cherished hopes 
 To death's cold hand must bend ; 
 The fairest flowers in all their bloom. 
 Must soon he withered in the tomb. 
 
 Then when our spirits leave 
 
 These tenements of clay, 
 
 May they to God who gave. 
 
 Ascend, — in endless day. 
 
 To join with parents, teachers, friends, 
 
 That anthem sweet which never ends. 
 
 134 Pi^yer for a Blessing* 
 
 To Thee, our wants are known, 
 From thee are all our powers ; 
 Accept what is thine own. 
 And pardon what is ours ; 
 Our praises. Lord, and prayers receive, 
 And to thy word a blessing give. 
 
 O grant that each of us, 
 
 Who meet before thee here. 
 May meet together thus. 
 
 When thou and thine appear ! 
 And follow thee to heaven our home ; 
 E'en so. Amen, Lord Jesus, come ! 
 
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 135 
 
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 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 Invitation. C. M. 
 
 (OEDHAM.) 
 
 Ye hearts with youthful viRor warm, In smil-ing crowds draw near : 
 
 hearts with youthful vigor warm, In smil-ing crowds draw near j 
 
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 And turn from eve-ry mor - tal charm, A Saviour's voice to 
 
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 ;harm, A Saviour's voice to hear. 
 
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 He, Lord of all the worlds on high, 
 Stoops to converse with you ; 
 
 He lays his radiant glories by, 
 Your friendship to pursue. 
 
 The soul that longs to see his face 
 
 Is sure his love to gain ; 
 And those who early seek his grace 
 
 Shall never seek in vain. 
 
 Then come, ^vith youthful vigor warm, 
 
 To Jesus now draw near. 
 And turn from every mortal charm, 
 
 A Saviour's voice to hear. 
 
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 ISO Malcriml Hyuiu. 
 
 Jesus, assembled in thy name, 
 We bow the suppliant knee, 
 
 And as the ancient mothers came, 
 We bring our charge to thee. 
 
 O thou, good Shepherd of the sheep, 
 AVho didst thy life lay down, 
 
 These objects of thy goodness keep. 
 And guard them as thine own. 
 
 Fold them within thy kind embrace, 
 And feed them with thy love ; 
 
 Till they are called to see thy face, 
 In brighter worlds above. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
 45 
 
 137 '^'■<' Saviour Calls. 
 
 The Saviour calls — let every ear 
 Attend the heavenly sound ; 
 
 Ye doubting souls dismiss your fear ; 
 Hope smiles reviving round. 
 
 For every thirsty, longing heart, 
 Here, streams of bounty flow ; 
 
 And life, and health, and bliss impart, 
 To banish mortal wo. 
 
 Ye children, come — 'tis mercy's voice ; 
 
 That gracious voice obey ; 
 'Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys — 
 
 And can you yet delay ? 
 
 Dear Saviour ! draw reluctant hearts ; 
 
 To thee let sinners fly, 
 And take the bliss thy love imparts. 
 
 And drink — and never die. 
 
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 A glory gilds the sacred page, 
 
 Majestic as the sun ; 
 It gives a light to every age. 
 
 It gives, but borrows none. 
 
 The hand that gave it still supplies 
 The gracious light and heat, 
 
 Its trutiis upon the nations rise — 
 They nse, but never set. 
 
 Let endless thanks, O God, be thine. 
 
 For such a bright display, 
 As makes a world of darkness shine 
 
 AVith beams of heavenly day. 
 
 With steadfast zeal may we pursue 
 The paths of truth and love ; 
 
 Till glory break upon our view 
 In brisfhter worlds above. . 
 
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 Come, let us join the hosts above, 
 
 Now in our youthful days ; 
 Remember our Creator's love, 
 
 And lisp our Father's praise. 
 His majesty will not despise 
 
 The day of feeble things ; 
 Grateful the songs of children rise, 
 
 And please the Iving of kings. 
 He loves to be remembered thus, 
 
 And honored for his grace ;' 
 Out of the mouths of babes like us 
 
 His M'isdom calls forth praise. 
 Glory to God, and praise and power, 
 
 Honor and thanks be given ! 
 Children and cherubim adore 
 
 The Lord of earth and heaven. 
 
 I 40 Call to Sl»iirr!!i. 
 
 Let us adore the grace that seeks 
 
 To draw our hearts above : 
 For, lo ! the great Jehovah speaks, 
 
 And every word is love. 
 Lord, help us now to seek thy face, 
 
 By Christ the living way ; 
 And praise thee for this hour of grace 
 
 Through an eternal day ! 
 
 I /J. J Chr'st our Theme* 
 
 Jesus, unite our hearts to thee, 
 
 And join us all in one ; 
 And in our meetings every where. 
 
 Be thou our theme alone. 
 Reign thou sole monarch of our hearts, 
 
 Without a rival reign ; 
 Till we with angels join above, 
 
 To praise the Lamb once slain. 
 
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 143 
 
 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 Christmas Hymn. 7s. 
 
 (CAROL.) Music by A. R. T. 
 
 Shepherds keeping watch by night, Saw a-round a glo-rious light, Heard an an-gel 
 
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 then proclaim Christ is born in Beth-le-hem, Christ is born in Beth - le - hem. 
 
 Soon by many a heavenly tongue 
 " Glory be to God" was sung, 
 " Peace on earth, good will to men, 
 Christ is born in Bethlehem." 
 Joyful tidings to mankind ! 
 Richest grace they now may find ; 
 Children, too, this grace may claim, 
 Christ is born in Bethlehem. 
 
 O ! how great his grace and love, 
 Thus to leave his throne above ; 
 Thus to bear our guilt and shame, 
 And be born in Bethlehem. 
 Lord ! accept our warmest praise 
 For this condescending grace. 
 And our hearts with love inflame, 
 For thy birth in Bethlehem. 
 
 1 43 Exultation. 
 
 Children of the heavenly I^ng, 
 As ye journey sweetly sing. 
 Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, 
 Glorious in his works and ways. 
 Ye are travelling home to God, 
 In the way the fathers trod ; 
 They are happy now, and ye 
 Soon their happiness shall see. 
 Shout, ye little flock, and blest ; 
 You on Jesus' throne shall rest ; 
 There your seat is now prepared, 
 There your kingdom and reward. 
 Lord, submissive make us go, 
 Gladly leaving all below ; 
 Only thou our Leader be, 
 And we still will follow thee. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
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 144 Praise. 
 
 Glory to our heavenly I^ng ! 
 Bounteous Parent ! thee we sing ; 
 Gratitude the strain inspires, 
 Humble hopes, sincere desires. 
 
 God of glory ! God of love ! 
 Lord of all the worlds above ! 
 Thee we bless for daily food, 
 Thee we bless for every good. 
 
 More than all we praise thee, Lord, 
 For the blessings of thy word ; 
 For the tidings Jesus brought, 
 For the precepts Jesus taught. 
 
 Gracious Father ! Heavenly Iving ! 
 Feeble hps presume to sing ; 
 Children's voices humbly raise 
 Grateful, fervent songs of praise. 
 
 |4»> Anniversary Hymn. 
 
 Friends and kindred, welcome here, 
 See us at our Teachers' side ; 
 
 Jesus, 'tis thy boundless love 
 Such instiniction dost provide. 
 
 ]VIillions, millions, in our world 
 Still are groping on their way, 
 
 AYrapt in darkness, sunk in guilt, 
 Ignorant of the Sabbath-day. 
 
 We are blest with heavenly light 
 Shining through God's sacred page, 
 
 may studies so sublime, 
 
 All our youthful hearts engage. 
 
 Now let every thought and word, 
 
 Every feeling and desire, 
 All, in beautiful accord. 
 
 Sweetly in his praise conspire. 
 
 146 Darkness Scattered* 
 
 Morning breaks upon the tomb, 
 Jesus scatters all its gloom ! 
 Day of triumph ! through the skies, 
 See the glorious Saviour rise ! 
 Ye who are of death afraid, 
 Tiiumph in the scattered shade ! 
 Drive your anxious cares away ; 
 See the place where Jesus lay. 
 Chnstians, dry your flowing tears ; 
 Chase your unbelieving fears ; 
 Look on his deserted grave ; 
 Doubt no more his power to save. 
 
 147 Songs of Praise. 
 
 Songs of praise the angels sang, 
 Heaven with hallelujahs rang. 
 When Jehovah's work begun. 
 When he spake and it was done. 
 Songs of praise awoke the morn, 
 "VYhen the Prince of Peace was born ; 
 Songs of praise arose, when he 
 Captive led captivity. 
 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. 
 Saints below, with heart and voice, 
 Still in songs of praise rejoice ; 
 Learning here, by faith and love, 
 Songs 0^ praise to sing above. 
 
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 Sing we to our God above. 
 Praise eternal as his love : 
 Praise him all ye heavenly host, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
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 149 
 
 SABBATH SCHOOL LYKE. 
 Preparation for Prayer, 7s. 61. 
 
 (pROPONTis.) Music by L. Mason, from S. S. Harp. 
 
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 Let thy presence here be found, Breathing peace and joy 
 
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 AVliile we come around thy throne, 
 Make thy power and glory known ; 
 As thy children may we call, 
 On our Father, Lord of all ; 
 And with holy love and fear 
 At thy footstool now appear. 
 
 Teach us, while we breathe our woes, 
 On thy promise to repose ; 
 All thy tender love to trace 
 In the Saviour's work of grace ; 
 Let us all in faith depend 
 On a gracious God and friend. 
 
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 With the morning's early ray, 
 While the shades of night depart, 
 
 Let thy beams of life convey 
 Holy gladness to my heart ; 
 
 Now o'er all my steps preside, 
 
 And for all my wants provide. 
 
 In this calm, impressive hour. 
 Let my prayer ascend on high ; 
 
 God of mercy, God of power, 
 Hear me, when to thee I cry ; 
 
 Hear me from thy lofty throne, 
 
 For the sake of Christ, thy Son. 
 
SABBATH 
 
 ]^£ Devout AlFections* 
 
 Jesus bids me seek his face ; 
 Lord, I come to ask thy grace ; 
 Send thy Spirit from above, 
 Teach me to ol:'ey and love : 
 Unto thee I fain would go. 
 All I want thou canst bestow. 
 
 Thou wilt e'en a child receive ; 
 Thou wilt all my sins forgive ; 
 O, dissolve this heart of stone, 
 Make me thine, and thine alone ; 
 Sin is present with me still, 
 Disobedient is my will. 
 
 Sinful thoughts too oft prevail, 
 Vain desires my heart assail : 
 O my Saviour, make me whole, 
 Form anew my inmost soul ; 
 Kndly guard me every day, 
 Be my everlasting stay. 
 
 1^^ i^abbath Meditations* 
 
 Now from labor and from care. 
 
 And from worldly thoughts, set free. 
 
 In the work of praise and prayer, 
 Lord, I would commune with thee. 
 
 O behold me from above, 
 
 Fill me with a Saviour's love. 
 
 Sin and sorrow, guilt and wo, 
 Wither all my earthly joys ; 
 
 Nought can charm me here below 
 But my Saviour's melting voice : 
 
 Lord, forgive, thy grace restore, 
 
 Make me thine forevermore. 
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 SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
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 1^3 Clirist uiy Rock. 
 
 Rock of ages, cleft for me, 
 
 Let me hide myself in thee ; 
 
 Let the water and the blood 
 
 From thy side, a healing flood, 
 
 Be of sin the double cure, — 
 
 Save from wrath, and make me pure. 
 
 Should my tears forever flow. 
 Should my zeal no languor know. 
 All for sin could not atone, — 
 Thou must save, and thou alone. 
 In my hand no price I bring, 
 Simply to thy cross I cling. 
 
 "While I draw this fleeting breath, 
 When mine eyelids close in death. 
 When I rise to worlds unknown. 
 See thee on thy judgment throne,T — 
 Rock of ages, cleft for me. 
 Let me hide myself in thee. 
 
 t5^ Self-Dedication. 
 
 If SO weak a youth as I 
 
 May to thy great glory live, 
 
 All mine actions sanctify. 
 
 All my thoughts and words receive-; 
 
 Claim me for thy service — claim 
 
 All I have and all I am. 
 
 Take my soul and body's powers, 
 Take my memory, mind and wilt, — 
 
 All my minutes, all my hours. 
 All I know, and all I feel. 
 
 All I think, and speak, and do : 
 
 Take my heart — but make it new. 
 
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 155 
 
 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 Worship. 7s. 
 
 (FULTON.) From Bradbury'' s Flora's Festival. 
 
 
 When be-fore thy throne we kneel, Filled with awe and ho - ly fear, 
 
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 Teach us, O our God, to feel All thy sa - cred presence 
 
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 Check each proud and wandering tho't 
 When on thy great name we call, 
 
 Man is nought, is less than nought, — 
 Thou, O God, art all in all. 
 
 AVeak, imperfect creatures, we 
 In this vale of darkness dwell, 
 
 Yet presume to look at thee, 
 Mdst thy light ineffable. 
 
 O receive the praise that dares 
 Seek thy heaven-exalted throne', 
 
 Bless our offerings, hear our prayers, 
 Lifinite and Holy One. 
 
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 Son of God, thy blessing grant. 
 Still supply my every want ; 
 Tree of life, tlaine influence shed, 
 With thy fruit my spirit feed. 
 
 Tenderest branch, alas, am I ; 
 AVithout thee I droop and die ; 
 Weaker than a bruised reed, 
 Help I every moment need. 
 
 All my hopes on thee depend ; 
 Love me, save me, to the end ! 
 Give me thy supporting grace, 
 Take the everlasting praise. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
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 1^7 The Sabbath. 
 
 Let the Sabbath day be blest, 
 Day of joy and day of rest, 
 Songs of praise ascend on high, 
 Hallelujahs fill the sky. 
 
 Let the Sabbath day be blest. 
 Day of joy and day of rest ; 
 Humble prayer to God ascend, 
 God our Father and our Friend. 
 
 Let the Sabbath day be blest. 
 Day of joy and day of rest ; 
 Gladly may we hear his word. 
 Gladly learn the way to God. 
 
 Let the Sabbath day be blest, 
 Day of joy and day of rest ; 
 Precious day to mortals given, 
 Emblem of the rest of heaven. 
 
 {^§ Infant School Hymn. 
 
 Jesus, see a little child 
 
 Humbly at thy footstool stay ; 
 
 Thou who art so meek and mild 
 Stoop, and teach me what to say. 
 
 Though thou art so great and high. 
 Thou dost view with smiling face, 
 
 Little children when they cry, 
 
 " Saviour ! guide us by thy grace." 
 
 Show me what I ought to be, 
 INIake me every evil shun ; 
 
 Thee in all things may I see. 
 In thy holy footsteps run. 
 
 Jesus ! all my sins forgive. 
 
 Make me lowly, pure in heart, 
 
 For thy glory may I live. 
 
 Then be with thee where thou art. 
 
 I (10 Christ's loTc to Children* 
 
 Saviour ! didst thou die for me. 
 
 Die for one so poor and mean ? 
 Let me look by faith to thee, 
 
 Love thee, trust thee, though unseen. 
 Though the world may turn aside, 
 
 Spurning one so poor as I ; 
 Christ, the Lord, was crucified. 
 
 He for me came down to die. 
 On the lowly, contrite heart. 
 
 If the Lord in love look down. 
 And to me his smiles impart, 
 
 I need fear no other frown. 
 
 160 Bnsnscdness in Devotion* 
 
 Lord, before thy presence come. 
 
 Bow we down with holy fear; 
 Call our erring footsteps home, 
 
 Let us feel that thou art near. 
 Wandering tho'ts and languid powers 
 
 Come not where devotion kneels : 
 Let the soul expand her stores, 
 
 Glowing with the joy she feels. 
 At the portals of thine house 
 
 We resign our earth-born cares : 
 Nobler thoughts our souls engross. 
 
 Songs of praise and fervent prayers. 
 
 161 ^**^ Mornins and Cvening* 
 
 Gracious God ! to thee I pray. 
 
 Give me grace to pray aright ; 
 Guide and bless me every day. 
 
 And defend me every night. 
 Let thy mercy, while I live. 
 
 Every needful want supply ; 
 And thy blissful presence give, 
 
 To support me when I die. 
 
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 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 Hymn of Gratitude. L. M. 
 
 (HEBRON.) Music by L. Ma.<ion,/rom B. Academy. 
 
 With grateful hearts before thy throne, Our Father, God, we meekly stand, 
 
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 And raise our cheerful songs, to own The blessings of thy bounteous hand. 
 
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 Taught by the friends thy love has given, 
 We learn thy truth each holy day ; 
 We tread the road that leads to heaven, 
 That path of peace, — that pleasant way. 
 
 AVe hear the Saviour's accents flow, 
 We hear him bid us freely come ; 
 In his blest name we gather now, 
 As children in a Father's home. 
 
 Long as we live on earth, how sweet 
 The memory of these hours to share ; 
 And round thy throne in heaven to meet 
 With those who strove to lead us there ! 
 
 103 -^ BIcHsing Invoked* 
 
 Come, dearest Lord, and bless this day, 
 Come, bear our tho'ts from earth away ; 
 Now let our noblest passions rise 
 With ardor to their native skies. 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, all divine. 
 With rays of li^ht upon us shine ; 
 And let our waiting souls be blest 
 On this sweet day of sacred rest. 
 
 Then, Avhen our Sabbaths here are o'er, 
 And we arrive on Canaan's shore. 
 With all the ransomed, we shall spend 
 A Sabbath which shall never end. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE 
 
 164: Flisht of Time. 
 
 The short-lived day declines in haste, 
 The night of death approaches fast ; 
 With rapid speed the moments run, 
 In which the work of life is done. 
 
 As flies the shuttle o'er the loom. 
 So mortals hasten to the tomb ; 
 As ships that skip along the sea, 
 Or eagles darting on their prey, — 
 
 As vanishes the fleeting shade ; 
 As flowers before the evening fade : 
 Such is the life of feeble man ; 
 His days are measured by a span. 
 
 With willing heart and active hands, 
 Lord, I would practice thy commands ; 
 Improve the moments as they fly. 
 And live as I would wish to die. 
 
 IG**) Tcachcrj' Hymn. 
 
 Here, gracious God, beneath thy feet. 
 Friends to the young and thee we meet. 
 Joined by the cord of mutual love. 
 Bound to our common Friend above. 
 
 Our hearts thy throne of grace address ; 
 Smile on our scliools, the children bless. 
 For Jesus' sake, who once on earth 
 Appeared a child of lowly birth. 
 
 May wisdom, zeal, and love inspire 
 Our bosoms with their purest fire ; 
 While faith on thine own word relies. 
 And hope looks joyful to the skies. 
 
 Grant us thy presence, God of grace, 
 Now while we meet before thy face, 
 That we may feel, ere we depart. 
 Thy love diffused through every heart. 
 
 1 00 Improvement. 
 
 We've met another Sabbath day, 
 
 And heard of Jesus and of heaven ; 
 We thank thee for thy word, and pray 
 
 That this day's sins may be forgiven. 
 May all we heard and understood. 
 
 Be well remembered thro' the week ; 
 And help to make us wise and good, 
 
 More humble, diligent and meek. 
 So when our lives are finished here. 
 
 And days and Sabbaths shall be o'er ; 
 May we, at thy right hand, appear, 
 
 To serve and love thee evermore. 
 
 1 01^ Evening Hymn. 
 
 Thus far the Lord has led me on, 
 Thus far his power prolongs my days, 
 And every evening shall make known 
 Some fresh memorial of his grace. 
 Much of my time has run to waste, 
 And I, perhaps, am near my home ; 
 But he forgives my follies past, 
 And gives me strength for days to come. 
 I lay my body down to sleep ; 
 Peace is the pillow for my head ; 
 While well appointed angels keep 
 Their watchful stations round my bed. 
 
 868 Closrns Hymn. 
 
 Retiring from our school once more, 
 Thy blessing. Father, we implore. 
 Still may we keep the heavenly way. 
 And serve and please thee thro' the day 
 As in thy temple we appear, 
 Help us to worship in thy fear ; 
 Thy truth impart, thy love instil, 
 That we may know and do thy will. 
 
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 Music by A.R.T. 
 
 Fine. 
 
 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE 
 109 New Year's Hymn. 7s. double. 
 
 Slow and gliding. (cadence.) 
 
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 As the winged arrow flies, 
 
 Speedily the mark to find ; 
 As the lightning from the skies 
 
 Darts, and leaves no trace behind ; 
 Swiftly thus our fleeting days 
 
 Bear us down life's rapid stream : 
 Upward, Lord, our spirits raise ; 
 
 All below is but a dream. 
 
 Thanks for mercies past, receive ; 
 
 Pardon of our sins renew ; 
 Teach us, henceforth, how to live, 
 , With eternity in view ; 
 Bless thy word to us while young, 
 
 Fill us with a Saviour's love ; 
 When our life's short race is run, 
 
 May we dwell with thee above. 
 
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 170 Flight of Time. 
 
 See, another week is gone I 
 
 Quickly have the minutes past, 
 This we enter now upon 
 
 May to many prove the last. 
 Mercy hitherto has spared, 
 
 But have mercies been improved ? 
 Let us ask, Am I prepared, 
 
 Should I be this week removed ? 
 Some we now no longer see, 
 
 Who their mortal I'ace have run. 
 Seemed as fair for life as we 
 
 When the former week begun. 
 While we pray and while we hear, 
 
 Help us. Lord, each one, to think 
 Vast eternity is near, 
 
 I am standing on its brink. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
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 171 sin's Allurements* 
 
 Many voices seem to say 
 " Hither, children — here's the way, 
 Haste along, and nothing fear, 
 Every pleasant thing is here !" 
 Yes — but whither would ye lead ? 
 Is it happiness indeed ? 
 Or a little shining show. 
 Leading down to death and woe ? 
 
 AVe were made for better things ; 
 High as heaven our nature springs ; 
 Like the hirk that upward files, 
 We were made to seek the skies ; 
 We were miide to work awhile. 
 Cheerful at our Avork to smile, — 
 Thinking, as we labor tlius, 
 Of the heaven prepared for us. 
 
 173 C'osiiis Ilyinni 
 
 As the sun's enlivening eye 
 
 Shines on every place the same ; 
 So the Lord is always nigh 
 
 To the souls that love his name. 
 For a season called to part, 
 
 Let us then ourselves commend 
 To the gracious eye and heart 
 
 Of our ever-present Friend. 
 
 Father, hear our humble prayer, 
 
 Tender Shepherd of thy sheep; 
 Let thy mercy and thy care 
 
 All our souls in safety keep. 
 In thy strength may we be strong, 
 
 Sweeten every cross and pain, — 
 Give us, if we live, ere long 
 
 Here to meet in peace again. 
 
 I ^4 Acceptable OlTeriugs* 
 
 Lord, what offerings shall we bring, 
 
 At thine altars when we bow ? 
 Hearts the pure unsullied spring. 
 
 Whence the kind affections flow ; 
 Soft compassion's feeling soul, 
 
 By the melting eye expressed; 
 S_\Tnpathy, at whose control 
 
 Sorrow leaves the wounded breast 
 
 Willing hands to lead the blind, 
 
 Heal the wounded, feed the poor ; 
 Love, embracing all our kind ; 
 
 Charity with liberal store : 
 Teach us, O thou heavenly ICing, 
 
 Thus to show our grateful mind. 
 Thus th' accepted offering bring, — 
 
 Love to thee and all mankind. 
 
 174 "Chiljlren Coisic." 
 
 Hear ye not a voice from heaven. 
 To the listening spirit given ? 
 " Children, come !" it seems to say, 
 " Give your hearts to me to-day.'' 
 Sweet as is a mother's love. 
 Tender as the Heavenly Dove, 
 Tlius it speaks a Saviour's charms, 
 Thus it wins us to his arms. 
 
 Lord, we will remember thee, 
 While from pains and sorrow free, 
 While our day is in its dew. 
 And the clouds of life are few. 
 Then, when night and age appear, 
 Thou wilt chase each doubt and fear, 
 Thou our glorious leader be, 
 When the stars shall fade and flee. 
 
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 1iT5 Christian Courage. L. M. 
 
 Bold. (CERULEAN.) Music by C. B. P. 
 
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 Stand up my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gos - pel ar - mor on ; 
 
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 March to the gates of end-less joy, Where Jesus, thy great Captain's gone. 
 
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 Hell and thy sins resist thy course ; 
 
 But hell and sin are vanquished foes ; 
 Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross, 
 
 And sung the triumph when he rose. 
 
 Then let my soul march boldly on, 
 Press forward to the heavenly gate ; 
 
 There peace and joy eternal reign. 
 And glittering robes for conquerors 
 
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 There shall I wear a starry crown, 
 And triumph iji almighty grace ; 
 
 While all the annies of the skies 
 Join in my glorious Leader's praise. 
 
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 f^Q Song of Praise. 
 
 Let one loud song of praise arise 
 
 To God. whose goodness ceaseless flows 5 
 
 "Who dwells enthroned above the skies, 
 And life and breath on all bestows. 
 
 In ardent adoration joined, 
 
 Obedient to thy holy will. 
 Let all our faculties, combined, 
 
 Thy just commands, O God, fulfil. 
 
 O, may the solemn-breathing sound 
 Like incense rise before thy throne, 
 
 Where thou, whose glory knows no 
 
 bound, [alone. 
 
 Great Cause of all things, dwell'st 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE 
 17*7 ** With humble heart and tongue." 
 
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 to thee . I pray : 
 
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 O, bring me now, while I am young, To thee, the 
 
 
 Make an unguarded youth 
 
 The object of thy care ; 
 Help me to choose the way of truth, 
 
 And fly from every snare. 
 My heart, to folly prone, 
 
 Renew by power divine ; 
 Unite it to thyself alone. 
 
 And make me wholly thine. 
 O, let thy word of grace 
 
 My warmest thoughts employ ; 
 Be this, through all my following days. 
 
 My treasure and my joy. 
 To what thy laws impart 
 
 Be my whole soul incUned ; 
 Come, Saviour, dwell within my heart, 
 
 And sanctify my mind. 
 
 IT'g Blessings Sought* 
 
 Blest Comforter divine ! 
 
 Let rays of heavenly love 
 Amid our gloom and darkness shine, 
 
 And guide our souls above. 
 Draw, with thy still, small voice, 
 
 Us from each sinful way ; 
 And bid each mourning heart rejoice, 
 
 Though earthly joys decay. 
 By thine inspiring breath, 
 
 Make every cloud of care. 
 And e'en the gloomy vale of death, 
 
 A smile of glory wear. 
 O, fill thou every heart 
 
 With love to all our race ! 
 Great Comforter ! to us impart 
 
 These blessings of thy grace. 
 
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 SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
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 Green pastures stretch beneath their 
 And cooling waters flow, [feet, 
 
 And angels on their white-plumed wings 
 Attend them where they go. 
 
 O happy band of ransomed souls 
 
 Beyond the starry sky ! 
 We'll have your Saviour for our friend, 
 
 And join you when we die. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
 180 '^^ Deuin. 
 
 O God, we praise thee, and confess 
 
 That thou, the only Lord, 
 And everlasting Father, art 
 
 By all the earth adored. 
 To thee all angels cry aloud ; 
 
 To thee the powers on high, 
 Both cherubim and seraphim, 
 
 Continually do cry : 
 
 O holy, holy, holy Lord, 
 
 Whom heavenly hosts obey, 
 The world is with the glory filled 
 
 Of thy majestic sway. 
 The holy church throughout the world, 
 
 O Lord, confesses thee, 
 That thou eternal Father art 
 
 Of boundless majesty. 
 
 181 Gooilness of Goil. 
 
 Delightful is the task, to sing 
 
 On each returning day, 
 The praises of our heavenly Iving, 
 
 And grateful homage pay. 
 The countless worlds, which, bathed in 
 
 Through fields of azure move, [light, 
 Proclaim his wisdom and his might, 
 
 But O, how great his love ! 
 
 He deigns each broken, contrite heart 
 
 With tender care to bind ; 
 And comfort, hope, and grace impart, 
 
 To heal the wounded mind. 
 Delightful is the task, O Lord, 
 
 With each returning day 
 Thy countless mercies to record. 
 
 And grateful homage pay. 
 
 ]|§<^ Annirersary Hymn. 
 
 [by wm. andem.] 
 
 Within the ever-welcome door 
 
 Of this fair temple's gate, 
 The aged and the young once more, 
 
 O Lord ! upon thee wait ; 
 But, if we ask thy presence not, 
 
 Nor ^vish thy spirit here, 
 'Tis vain we seek this sacred spot 
 
 To make our love appear. 
 
 But we would hope religion's ray, 
 
 So beautiful and clear. 
 Burns brightly on this blessed day, 
 
 And all who worship here ; 
 That smiles descend this happy hour 
 
 On childhood's blossoms sweet, 
 Like dew-drops on the opening flower 
 
 In morning's early heat. 
 
 'Tis well — but O, were we to meet 
 
 Where joys like these are not. 
 On Afric's plain, — 'neath Burmah's 
 
 How difi*'rently our lot ! [heat, 
 
 In Ignorance that a Saviour came, 
 
 That he on earth had trod, 
 The idol would our worship claim, 
 
 And not the living God. 
 
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 While basking in the gospel light. 
 
 Upon these shores so fair, 
 We would the self-same blessing might 
 
 Become the heathen's share ; 
 That Truth might every temple gild, 
 
 Their worship like ours be. 
 And every dark, benighted child, 
 
 A convert, Lord, to Thee. 
 
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 Praise to tbe Saviour. 7s & 6s. 
 
 (mendebras.) Music by L. Maxon^from the Psaltery-. 
 
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 Thy bless-ing to en - treat 
 
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 O, may thy precious gospel 
 
 Be published all abroad, 
 Till the benighted heathen 
 
 Shall know and serve the Lord,- 
 
 Till o'er the wide creation 
 The rays of truth shall shine, 
 
 And nations now in darkness 
 Arise to light divine. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
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 1841 Anniversary Hymn* 
 
 [by MRS. A. M. C. E.] 
 
 Come let us raise our voices 
 
 In hymns of praises sweet, 
 While every heart rejoices 
 
 This festive day to greet ; 
 We praise Thee, O our Father ! 
 
 Who art enthroned above, 
 Thy mercy brings us hither, 
 
 A token of thy love. 
 
 Bless those with words beseeching 
 
 Who call us oft to thee, 
 O may their heavenly teaching 
 
 To our salvation be : 
 Grant them a work so holy, 
 
 In wisdom to fulfil. 
 And give us spirits lowly, 
 
 Inclined to do thy will. 
 
 They show that fountain flowing, 
 
 ^^'^hich Christ, our Saviour gave, 
 The life, his death bestowing, 
 
 Is proffered in the wave ; 
 O may ive from that river 
 
 Drink, and from guilt be free. 
 And choose in youth forever 
 
 The path that leads to thee. 
 
 There when our course is ended, 
 
 And death to us shall come, 
 AVTiere Jesus hath ascended 
 
 Will be our joyful home ; — 
 There shall we sing his praises 
 
 In sv/eeter strains than this, 
 That every angel raises 
 
 In brightest worlds of bliss. 
 
 1 85 ^niiona* Annircrsavr Hymn* 
 
 [by J. R. SCOTT.] 
 
 Loud raise the peal of gladness, 
 
 'Tis Freedom's natal day ! 
 Our land, that once in sadness 
 
 Groaned 'neath a tyrant's sway, 
 In Liberty rejoices. 
 
 Awed by no monarch's rod ; 
 Lift high our joyous voices ! 
 
 Ay, lift them up to God. 
 
 'Twas He whose wisdom guided 
 
 The councils of our sires. 
 He o'er our arms presided. 
 
 And He the praise requires. 
 We give to thee the glory, 
 
 Father, for all possessed, 
 That gilds our country's story. 
 
 That makes our country blest. 
 
 How rich the thought in pleasure ! 
 
 No despot can control ; 
 But richer far that treasure, — 
 
 The freedom of the soul ! 
 The yoke of satan broken, 
 
 Whom God's own Son hath freed,- 
 His blood the praise and token, — 
 
 They, they are free indeed ! 
 
 I §0 Doxolosy* 
 
 To Thee be praise forever, 
 
 Thou glorious King of kings, 
 Thy wondrous love and favor 
 
 Each ransomed spirit sings. 
 We'll celebrate thy glory 
 
 With all thy saints above. 
 And shout the joyful story 
 
 Of thy redeeming love. 
 
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 *< Raise on high the loud hosanna.** 
 
 Words by A. M. C. Edmond. 
 
 (anniversary hymn.) 
 
 Music by A. T. 
 
 
 1. Raise on high the loud ho-san-na, Let the hymn of praise be sung, 
 
 
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 2. Heavenly Father ! we a-dore thee For thy wondrous love and grace } 
 
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 Un-to Him who heaven-ly manna 
 
 On our path hath rich-ly flung ; 
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 Ear-ly taught to. come be - fore thee, Now we seek thy smiling face : 
 
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 Who hath led us Pas - tures green and fair a - mong. 
 
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 Be thou with us 
 
 Here 
 
 Won by sweetest invitation, 
 Children once to Jesus came ; 
 
 We, to taste of thy salvation, 
 Now approach in his dear name. 
 
 O receive us, 
 Take awav our sin and shame. 
 
 Zi - on's sa - cred place. 
 
 AVe would lay our offerings lowly 
 On religion's sacred shrine, 
 
 Praying thee to make iis holy, 
 Sanctify by grace divine ; 
 
 Our affection 
 Purify, and make it thine. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
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 Father, wilt thou ever guide us 
 
 Through Hfe's dark, uncertain way ; 
 
 From the world's temptations hide us, — 
 And when doubts and fears dismay, 
 
 Trials grieve us. 
 Be thine arm our joyful stay. 
 
 AYhen life's scenes are passed forever, 
 And earth's fairest hopes have flown, 
 
 May we rise where death comes never, 
 Where no sin or pain are known ; 
 
 And thy praises 
 Sing in purer, sweeter tone. 
 
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 Prayer and Praise. L. M. 
 
 (OLD HUNDHED.) 
 
 Words by J. H. H. 
 
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 1. In life's gay morn let children 1 
 
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 2. Let buoy-ant hearts harmonious blend As youthfullips are tuned to sing, 
 
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 From sin-ful ways de - light to turn, And ear - ly pay their tribute there. 
 
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 And lof - ty strains of praise as - cend To heaven's ex-alt - ed, glo-rious King. 
 
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 ** Glad hearts to thee we bring." 6s & 48. 
 
 (annivbrsary hymn.) 
 
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 2. Thou who in Heaven art, To us that grace im-part Our Saviour knew. 
 
 Cre - a - tion prais - es thee, Thy boun - ty's full and free ; 
 
 May we his truth re - ceive, And 
 
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 In all a - - round we see ^'o - - kens of love. 
 
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 hearts to give, 
 
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 Giver of all our powers, 
 Now, in life's morning hours, 
 
 May they be thine. 
 Thine may they ever be, 
 Pure, and from error free, 
 An offering worthy thee. 
 
 Parent Divine. 
 
 Unite our souls in love ; 
 Smile on us from above, 
 
 Till life be o'er ; 
 Then gather us to thee, 
 Thy kingdom, Lord, to see, 
 In thine own fold to be 
 
 Forevermore. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
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 190 Annirersary Hymn* 
 
 [original.] 
 Thy praises, gracious Lord, 
 We now, Avith sweet accord, 
 
 Unite to sing ; 
 And as our voices rise 
 In gladness to the skies, 
 Accept the sacrifice, 
 
 Almighty Iving. 
 Bright Sun of Righteousness ! 
 With beams of mercy bless 
 
 This youthful flock ; 
 In all thy glory shine, — 
 And may the rays divine 
 Their erring steps incline 
 
 To Christ their Rock. 
 Their teachers' labors own ; 
 And may the seed here sown 
 
 Firmly take root ; 
 In every heart find place, 
 And, watered by thy grace. 
 Afford a rich increase 
 
 Of Pleavenly fruit. 
 O'er all our hearts preside ; 
 Be thou our God and guide 
 
 Through life's short day ; 
 And when earth's visions bright 
 Have faded from our sight. 
 To realms of glorious light 
 
 Bear us away. 
 
 191 Doxolosy. 
 
 To God— the Father, Son, 
 And Spirit — three in one — 
 
 All praise be given : 
 Crown him in every song ; 
 To him your hearts belong : 
 Let all his praise prolong, 
 
 On earth — in heaven. 
 [5] 
 
 II^O ^Xatioital Anniversary Hymn* 
 
 [by s. f. smith — from the Psalmist.] 
 Auspicious morning, hail I 
 Voices from hill and vale 
 
 Thy welcome sing : 
 Joy on thy dawning breaks; 
 Each heart that joy partakes, 
 While cheerful music wakes,, 
 
 Its praise to bring- 
 When on the tyrant's rod 
 Our patriot fathers trod,. 
 
 And dared be firee-,. 
 *Twas not in burniag zeal, 
 Finn nerves and hearts of steel, 
 Our country's joy to seal, 
 
 But, Lord, in thee. 
 
 Thou, as a shield of power, 
 In battle's awful hour. 
 
 Didst round us stand ; 
 Our hopes were in thy throne ; 
 Strong in thy might alone, 
 By thee our banners shone, 
 
 G^d of our land. 
 
 Long o'er our native hills. 
 Long by our shaded rills, 
 
 IVIay freedom rest ; 
 Long may our shores have peace. 
 Our flag grace every breeze, 
 Our ships the distant seas, 
 
 From east to west. 
 
 Peace on this day abide, 
 From morn till even-tide ; 
 
 Wake tuneful song ; 
 Melodious accents raise ; 
 Let every heart with praise, 
 Bring high and grateful lays, 
 
 Rich, full and strong. 
 
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 193 
 
 fVords by JF. Andem 
 
 '• When Jesus walked the earth," 
 
 (ANNivEHSAP.y HYMN.) Mus'c by II. Parkhurst. 
 
 on the face Of in- no-ceiice and youth. 
 
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 With all a pa - rent's love he took, And smil'd up - on, and bless'd. 
 
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SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
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 Ye by-gone days of olden time, 
 
 Your scenes have passed away ; 
 AVe see no Saviour, as ye saw, — 
 
 And yet he's here to-day. 
 We see his spirit lead the young 
 
 Thi'ough mazes dark and wild, 
 Behold it in the boundless love 
 
 That clusters round the child. 
 
 'Tis this which prompts the Teacher on, 
 
 His blessed work to do, . 
 Insures him here bright jewels won, 
 
 And future glory too. 
 O, then how meet that children greet 
 
 This day, their joy to show. 
 That they've a heavenly Friend above, 
 
 True-hearted ones below ! 
 
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 "Holy, Holy, Holy Lord." 
 
 (chant.) From the Modern Harp. 
 
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 1. Holy, holy, holy, | Lord...God Al- | mighty, 
 Which was, and | is, and | is to | come. 
 
 2. Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory, and | honor...and | power : 
 For thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they | are and | 
 
 were ere- | ated. 
 
 3. Worthy is the | Lamb...that was | slain 
 
 To receive power, and riches, and wisdom., and strength, and | honor, 
 and I gloi'y,...and | blessing. 
 
 4. Blessing, and honor, and | glory...and [ power, 
 
 Be unto him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the | Lamb for- | 
 ever...and I ever. 
 
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 195 
 
 Con Precistone. 
 
 Welcome this season of joy." 
 
 (anniversaby hvmn.) Music by J. P. Ordway. 
 
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SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
 *Tis meet that we bring, on this festival time, 
 
 An offering to Jesus our King, 
 In the great congregation his goodness declare, 
 
 And aloud his compassion to sing. 
 
 We know that our Father, who reigneth on high, 
 
 Will smile on us graciously now. 
 And the warm tear of gratitude kindly regard, 
 
 While low at his footstool we bow. 
 
 Still may the rich blessings that always have been 
 
 So freely bestowed on us herc. 
 Continue to bless us, as on we pursue 
 
 Our journey another new year. 
 
 100 ** Great and marvellous are thy works." 
 
 (CHANT.) 
 
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 1. Great and marvellous are thy works, ] Lord...God Al- | mighty ! 
 Just and true are thy [ ways, thou | iting of | saints. 
 
 2. Let children fear thee, O Lord, and | glorify...thy | name ! 
 For j thou — I only...art | holy. 
 
 3. Salvation, and glory, and honor, and power, unto the | Lord our j God ; 
 For I true and | righteous...are his | judgments. 
 
 4. Praise ye our God, all yc his servants, and ye that fear him, both | small 
 
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 A- I men...H:ille- | lujah...A- j men. 
 
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 107 ** When He whose name is love." 
 
 Words by Charles Thurber, Esq. (anniversary hymn.) Music by H. Munroe. 
 
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 When He whose name is love, Came sweetly down to tell There is a home a-bove, 
 
 
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 Thanks to the grace that made 
 
 The Sabbath school's retreat, 
 
 With all its seats arrayed 
 
 Close down at Jesus' feet, 
 
 Each little guest I The feast to share ; 
 
 Sits smiling there, | And he is blessed. 
 
 Come down, Celestial Dove, 
 
 From heaven's unspotted height, 
 And fill our hearts with, love, 
 And fill our minds with light, 
 To guide and rule I And highest skilJ, 
 
 With heartiest will, | The Sabbath school 
 
 Here may that living tide. 
 
 From God's bright throne that runs. 
 Send some pure rill to glide 
 Among these little ones, 
 And age and youth I O ! may they drink 
 Upon its brink — | Sweet draughts of truth. 
 
 Lord, send some quickening ray, 
 That life and warmth imparts, 
 That we may bear away, 
 To light up other hearts, 
 That zeal may rule, I Till all shall love 
 And duty move, | The Sabbath school. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 71 
 
 108 ^^ Our own dear native land." 
 
 Words by E. Bradford. (national anniversary hymn.) Music by J. M. H. 
 
 Our own dear native land, To-day, to-day, Our own dear native land, Inspires our lay ; 
 
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 Our songs of praise shall rise To the God above the skies, While we the blessing priae Of Freedom's 
 
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 [sway. 
 
 Sprung from the noble free 
 
 Of days of yore, 
 Free may her children be 
 
 Forever more ! 
 May equal rights prevail, 
 And no more, from hill or dale, 
 Be heard the slave's sad wail 
 
 On Freedom's shore. 
 
 Long may Religion's light. 
 
 From altars pure, 
 
 Dispel the sceptic's night, 
 
 And man allure : 
 
 Long may the Sabbath bell 
 
 Of the gath'ring millions tell. 
 
 Who love the Sabbath well. 
 
 And keep it pure. 
 
 
 Long may fair Science wave 
 
 Her potent wand 
 O'er classic dome and nave 
 
 Throughout our land 
 From matter, point the eye 
 To its Source beyond the sky, 
 The God who cannot die — 
 
 Its Author grand. 
 
 And may our banner float 
 
 O'er land and sea, 
 Till nations far remote 
 
 Are blessed as we ; 
 Our Eagle front the sun, 
 Till the mission grand be done, 
 And man the goal have won, 
 
 " And earth be free ! 
 
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 199 
 
 On the Death of a Teacher. L. M. 
 
 (" ARE WE ALMOST THERE.") By permission of the Publisher, 
 
 O. DiTSON. 
 
 n vain we wait his presence now, He comes not to his wont - ed seat 
 
 
 
 
 No more with us in prayer he'll bow, Or join 
 
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 Xo more liis youthful charge he'll lead 
 
 Along the straight and narrow way ; 
 Urge them true AVisdom's voice to heed, 
 And seek their God while yet they may. 
 For him in vain his class will seek, — 
 
 His empty seat but mocks their gaze ; 
 He will not come from his long sleep 
 
 Till the last trump his dust shall raise. 
 But tliough fi'om us our friend has gone, 
 
 We ti-ust, in purer regions bright, 
 His spirit welcometh the dawn 
 
 Of the eternal Sabbath's light. 
 Thus, one by one, we all shall go, 
 
 And leave our places vacant here ; 
 But in the better land, we know 
 
 They never shed the parting tear. 
 
 SOO Death of a ScSioIar. 
 
 A mourning class, a vacant seat, 
 Tell us that one we loved to meet, 
 Will join oui' youthful throng no more 
 Till all these changing scenes are o'er. 
 No more that voice we loved to hear 
 Shall fill her teacher's listening ear ; 
 No more its tones shall join toswell 
 The songs that of a Saviour tell. 
 That welcome face, that sparkling eye 
 And sprightly form, must buried he 
 Deep in the cold and silent gloom, 
 The rayless night, that fills the tomb. 
 God tells us, by this mournful death, 
 How vain and fleeting is our breath, 
 And bids our souls prepare to meet 
 The trial of his judgment-seat. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 Ml On the Death of a Child. 
 
 Words by E. Bradford. (to be sung at a funeral.) Music by J. M. H. 
 
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 1. O mother,* hush thy bitter cry, Let hope thy grief allay, It is the Father's voice on high. 
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 That calls thy child awayj Calls it from sin and trials here To bloom in that celestial sphere. 
 
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 Nor the pale, faded cheek; Look from the dark and cheerless tomb To heav'n and its unfliding 
 
 [bloom. 
 
 Thy child is with the Saviour now, 
 And always sees his face ; 
 
 Blest portion ! at his feet to bow 
 With heaven's immortal race. 
 
 'Tis well to pass from earth away 
 
 Ere sin hath bound in its dark sway. 
 
 Faith paints them on celestial wings, — 
 The infant bands on high ; 
 
 And tho' from earth they fade, she sings 
 In heaven no more they die. 
 
 O mother, check the flowing tear 
 
 And view thy darling infant there. 
 
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 responding changes in other pirts of the hymn. 
 
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 Infant School Hymns. 7s. 
 
 Fee-ble, helpless, how shall I Learn to live and karn to die ? 
 
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 "Who, O God, my guide shall be, Who shall lead a child to thee ? 
 
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 Blessed Father, gracious One ! 
 Thou hast sent thy holy Son ; 
 He will give the light I need^ 
 He my trembling steps will lead. 
 
 Through this world, uncertain, di 
 Let me ever lean on him ; 
 From his precepts wisdom draw. 
 Make his life mv solemn law. 
 
 30S Praise. 
 
 Glory in the highest be 
 
 To the blessed Trinity, 
 
 For the gospel from above. 
 
 For the word that " God is love.' 
 
 904 Prayer for a Blessing. 
 
 Suppliant, lo ! thy children bend, 
 Father, for thy blessing now ; 
 
 Thou canst teach us, guide, defend : 
 We are weak, almighty thou. 
 
 With the peace thy word imparts 
 Be the taught and teachers blest ; 
 
 In our lives, and in our hearts, 
 Father, be thy laws impressed. 
 
 Shed abroad in every mind 
 Light and pardon from above, 
 
 Charity for all our kind. 
 
 Trusting faith, and holv love. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL LYRE. 
 
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 305 
 
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 The Saviour calls. 
 
 (HYMN CHANT.) 
 
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 1. To-day the Saviour calls: Ye 
 O ye benighted souls | Why- 
 
 2. To-day the Saviour calls : O, | hear him | now ; 
 Within these sacred j wails To | Jesus j bow. 
 
 3. To-day the Saviour calls ; For { refuge | lly ; 
 
 The storm of justice falls, And | death, and \ death is [ nigh. 
 
 4. The spirit Cidls to-day : i Yield...to his ; power : 
 way ; 'Tis j mercy's | hour. 
 
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 Thy will be done.' 
 
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 Thy will be done ! I In devious ways the hurrying stream of | life may | run ; 
 
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INDEX OF FIUST LINES 
 
 No 
 A glory gilds the sacred 138 
 All-powerful, self-existent 75 
 Almighty Ruler of the 74 
 
 A mourning class, a vacant 200 
 Another six days work is 9: 
 Assembled in our school 85 
 As the sun's enlivening 112 
 Auspicious morning, hail 192 
 Awake and sing the song 10 
 Awake my tongue, thy 73 
 Behold the throne of grace 117 
 Be with me, Lord, where'er 94 
 Blest Comforter divine 178 
 By Jesus' pure example 7 
 
 Children hear, for God hath 47 
 Children of the heavenly 143 
 Children, to your Creator 42 
 Come, dearest Lord, and 163 
 Come, let our voices join 130 
 Come, let us join the hosts 139 
 Come, let us lift our voices 31 
 Come, let us raise our 184 
 Come to the place of praise 80 
 Control my every thought 119 
 Dear Father, ere we part 133 
 Dear Saviour, hear our 116 
 Delightful is the task to 181 
 Endue us with a holy fear 24 
 Farewell, dear friend, a 43 
 Father. I love to read of 18 
 Father, let thy benediction 49 
 Father, we come with fi.ial 4 
 Feeble, helpless, how 202 
 Friends and kindred 145 
 
 From year to year in love 89 
 Gently Lord, O gently lead 46 
 Give thanks to God most 132 
 Glad hearts to thee we 189 
 Glory in the highest be 203 
 
 No 
 Glory to our heav'nly King 144 
 God is love, his mercy 59 
 
 God is the refuge of his 114 
 God of mercy, hear our 26 
 God, thou art good, each 91 
 Gracious God, to thee I 161 
 Great God, and wilt thou 110 
 Great God, our Father and 2 
 Great (iod, we would to 22 
 
 Hail to the Lord's anointed 33 
 Happy the children of the 104 
 Hear ye not a voice from 174 
 Here, gracious God 165 
 
 Here we meet with joy 58 
 High in the heavens, 71 
 
 Holy Lord, now lend thine 24 
 Holy Lord, our hearts 149 
 Holy Saviour, thou hast 56 
 How blest the righteous 111 
 How cold and feeble is our 67 
 How happy is the child 39 
 How pleasant is the dawn 79 
 How sweet is the Sabbath 107 
 How sweetly flowed the 113 
 How sweet the children's 12 
 How sweet to be allowed 66 
 How sweet to bless the 78 
 
 If so weak a youth as I 154 
 I hear thy invitation 36 
 
 I love to have the Sabbath 90 
 In life's gay morn let 188 
 
 In vain we wait his 199 
 
 Jesus, assembled in thy 136 
 Jesus bids me seek his face 151 
 Jesus, my head must soon 98 
 Jesus, see a little child 158 
 Jesus shall reign where'er 72 
 Jesus, unite our hearts to 141 
 Just like an early rose 123 
 
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 Let children that would 68 
 Let God, the Father, and 23 
 Let one loud song of praise 176 
 Let songs of endless praise 13 
 Let the Sabbath day be 157 
 Let us adore the grace 140 
 Light of those whose 48 
 
 Lord, before thy presence 160 
 Lord before thy throne 25 
 Lord, be thy service all my 7 
 Lord direct me by thy 50 
 
 Lord, dismiss us with thy 61 
 Lord, fix our wandering 125 
 Lord, how delightful 'tis to 86 
 Lord, 1 would come to thee 83 
 Lord Jesus, teach a child 69 
 Lord, let thy kingdom 124 
 Lord, should we leave thy 64 
 Lord, we have wandered 93 
 Lord, what offerings shall 173 
 Loud raise the peal of 185 
 Many voices seem to say 171 
 Mercy I ask to seal my 100 
 Morning breaks upon the 146 
 Mourn ye not, whose 29 
 
 My God, permit my tongue 118 
 My Maker and my King 82 
 My rest is in heaven, my 105 
 Now from labor and from 152 
 Now let our grateful voices 17 
 O could 1 find from day to 102 
 O for a heart to praise my 19 
 O for that tenderness of 41 
 O God. we praise thee 180 
 O Lord, another week has 38 
 O Lord, behold before thy 3 
 O Lord, my Saviour and 95 
 O Lord, while angels praise 35 
 O mother, hush thy bitter 201 
 Once more, before we part 84 
 
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 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
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 O receive the praise that 30 
 O there's a brighter world 179 
 O thou, before whose 96 
 
 O thou whom high 87 
 
 O thou, whose tender 65 
 
 Our Father in Heaven, we 108 
 Our own dear native land 198 
 O what is earthly treasure 55 
 O when the hours of life 109 
 O when we give the parting 21 
 O why should gay and 99 
 
 Raise on high the loud 187 
 Remember thy Creator 51 
 Return, my roving heart 88 
 Rich is the sacred song 75 
 Rise, gracious God, and 11 
 Rock of ages, cleft for me 153 
 Saviour, didst thou die for 159 
 Saviour, who thy flock art 57 
 See, another week is gone 170 
 See Israel's Shepherd 120 
 Shepherds keeping watch 142 
 Sing we to our God above 148 
 Soft and holy is the place 27 
 Songs of praise the angels 147 
 Son of God, thy blessing 156 
 Stand up, my soul, shake 175 
 Suppliant, lo ! thy children 204 
 
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 Sweet day, so cool, so 63 
 Sweet is the scene when 207 
 Sweet spices they brought 106 
 
 Teacher Divine, we bow 40 
 Teach me, my God and 128 
 The freshly blooming 81 
 
 The leaves around nie 54 
 
 The lilies of the field 123 
 
 The pity of the Lord 127 
 
 The offerings to thy throne 103 
 There is a land above 122 
 
 There is an hour of 101 
 
 The seraphs bright are 32 
 
 The Saviour calls, let 137 
 
 The short-lived day 164 
 
 Thou great Instructer, lest 6 
 Thou Source of every 121 
 Thus far we're spared 115 
 Thy praises, gracious 190 
 
 'Tis sweet to rest in lively 20 
 To Father, Son and Holy 45 
 To God, the Father, Son 191 
 'I'o God, the only wise 16 
 
 To praise the Saviour's 15 
 To thee be praise forever 186 
 To thee, my God and 37 
 
 To thee, O blessed 183 
 
 To thee our wants are 134 
 
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 We are but young, yet we 5 
 We bless thee for this 112 
 We bring no glittering 32 
 
 We come our Sabbath 44 
 
 We come with joyful song 9 
 Welcome, dehghlful morn 131 
 We leave our tasks, we 97 
 What are those soui 70 
 
 What equal honors shall We 76 
 When before thy throne 155 
 When he whose name is 197 
 When Jesus walked the 193 
 When shall the voice of 33 
 When sickness, pain and 126 
 When the morning bells 60 
 While with ceaseless 169 
 
 With grateful hearts before 162 
 With the morning's early 150 
 Within these walls be 129 
 
 With thy counsel thou 62 
 
 Who, O Lord, when life is 28 
 Who would not love the 53 
 With humble heart and 177 
 Within the ever-welcome 182 
 
 Ye angels bless the Lord 14 
 Ye hearts with youthful 135 
 Yes,welcome,all welcome 195 
 
 SPECIAL INDEX 
 
 Anniversary Hymns 89, 133, 145, 184, 189, 
 
 190, 193, 195, 197 
 
 Anniversary Hymns (National) 185, 192, 198 
 
 Chants 1, 194, 196, 205, 206, 2t)8 
 
 Closing Hymns 
 
 Death of a Child 
 " " " Scholar 
 " " " Teacher 
 
 Dismission 
 
 Doxologies 
 
 8,49, 168,172, 188 
 
 29, 126, 201 
 
 44,200 
 
 43, 111, 199,207 
 
 49,61,84 
 
 23, 45, 148, 186, 191 
 
 Illness of a Teacher 96 
 
 Infant School Hymns 15, 57, 69, 110, 129, 
 139, 158, 202, 203, 204 
 Maternal Hymns 22, 26, 136 
 
 Rural Excursion 58, 81 
 
 Sabbath Morning 60, 79, 92, 106, 112, 125 
 
 131, 150 
 Teachers' Hymns 40, 119, 165 
 
 The Pastor's Return 21