YOUTH. 7s. 1. Young and lap-py while thou art, Not a fur-row on thy brow, Not a sorrow in thy 2. Life will have its evil years, When its skies are overcast, All the present, thronged with 9:3 9: heart, Seek the Lord thy Saviour now. In its freshness bring the flower, While the fears, And with vain re-grets, the past. Let him trem ble, who his heart Brings not dew up on it lies, In the cool and cloudless hour Of the morn-ing sa-cri-fice. in en hour like this, Lest Je-ho-vah say—" Depart, You shall never taste my bliss. 9:2 Ev er lightly, Ever brightly, Every hour doth joy im- part. 2. Angels standing, where we're wandering, Watch our walk and guard our way; Like the showers on the flowers, So fall blessings all the day. 3. Day 's declining, stars are shining, Gleaming through the tranquil night; Eyelids closing, safe reposing, 4. Father! holy, pure and lowly, 1360. 8s & 7s. 2. All this day Thy hand has led us, And we thank Thee for Thy care; Thou hast clothed us, warmed us, fed us, 3. May our sins be all forgiven; Bless the friends we love so well; MARY LUNDIE DUNCAN. 1361. 8s & 7s. Cradle Hymn. 1. Husи, my dear, lie still and slumber, 2. Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment, 5. Blessed Babe, what glorious features, To receive the heavenly Stranger? 9 See the kinder shepherds round Him, 10. See the lovely Babe a-dressing, Lovely Infant, how He smiled! 11. Lo, He slumbers in His manger, Where the horned oxen feed- That thy blest Redeomer came. 14. I could give thee thousand kisses, WATTE. 9: SWEET STORY. 11s & 9s. 1. I think when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How He 4 called little children as lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with them then. 1. 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. 1363. 6s & 5s. 2. 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 For ever-Amen! VIOLET. 8s & 7s. 1st time. 2nd and 31 t'mes. 1. Jesus Christ my Lord and Saviour, Once became a child like me, 70 that in my whole be-ha - vior, D. C. But the Lord was meek and lowly, He my pattern And was never 1. JESUS Christ, my Lord and Saviour, 2. All my nature is unholy, Pride and passion dwell within; 3. While I'm often vainly trying Some new pleasure to possess, 4. Let me never be forgetful Of His precepts any more: As I've often been before. 5. Help me, by Thy word to measure 1365. 8s & 7s. 1. LORD, a little band, and lowly, We are come to sing to Thee; 2. Fill our hearts with thoughts of Jesus, And of heaven, where He is gone; And let nothing ever please us 3. For we know the Lord of glory 4. Let our sins be all forgiven; Make us fear whate'er is wrong; Lead us on our way to heaven, There to sing a nobler song. 1366. Ss & 7s. 1. WHAT a strange and wondrous story, 2. How He left His throne in heaven, 3. Father! let Thy Holy Spirit 4. There, with saints and angels dwelling, LUCIUS. C. M. Templi Carmina. 3 2-2 1. I thank the goodness and the grace That on my birth have smiled, 1. I THANK the goodness and the grace 2. I was not born as thousands are, Where God is never known, 3. I was not born without a home, 4. I was not born a little slave, To labor in the sun, And wish I were but in my grave, 5. My God, I thank Thee, who hast planned A better lot for me, And placed me in this favored land, 1368. C. M. 1. ALMIGHTY God! Thy piercing eye 2. There's not a sin that we commit, Nor wicked word we say, But in Thy dreadful book 'tis writ 3. Lord, at Thy foot ashamed I lie; Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from Thy book. 5. Remember all the dying pains, Thou, my Redeemer felt, 6. O may I now for ever fear To indulge a sinful thought, Since the great God can see and hear, 1369. C. M. WATTS. 1. WHY should I join with those in play, In whom I've no delight, Who curse and swear, but never pray, 2. I hate to hear a wanton song, Their words offend my ears; 3. Away from fools I'll turn my eyes, I would be walking with the wise, 4. From one rude boy that's used to mock, They learn the wicked jest, One sickly sheep infects the flock, 5. My God, I hate to walk or dwell Where none but sinners are. WATTS |