And bid Christ's heralds speed their flight
Ere millions find a hopeless grave.
Bible for the heathen.
1 HAIL, precious book divine!
Illumined by thy rays,
We rise from death and sin,
And tune a Saviour's praise!
The shades of error, dark as night,
Vanish before thy radiant light.
2 We bless the God of grace
Who hath his word reveal'd
To this bewildered race,
So long in darkness held.
His love designs-his people pray—-
His providence prepares the way,
3 Now shall the Hindoos learn
The glories of our King,
Nor to blind goroos turn,
Nor idol praises sing.
Diffusing heavenly light around,
This book their Shasters shall confound.
4 Deign, gracious Saviour, deign,
To smile upon thy word;
Let millions now attain
Salvation from the Lord;
Nor let its growing conquests stay
Till earth exult to own thy sway!
ANNUAL CONCERT FOR COLLEGES.
1 PLANTS of our country's hope,
Which, in her gardens fair,
With learning's purest dews are fed,
And watch'd with culturer's care-
2 To thee, Eternal God,
With fervor we commend;
For them within thy holy courts
In supplication bend.
3 From thee their strength must come
To walk in wisdom's way;
From thee, their armor to resist
Temptation's syren sway.
4 If, in their distant homes,
Their names are duly borne
Upon a father's household prayer,
At evening and at morn;
5 If from a mother's soul,
With love's undying power,
'Tis utter'd in the silent watch
Of midnight's wakeful hour;
6 Thy favoring ear incline
To grant their ardent claim,
And send thy blessing on their race,
For the Redeemer's name.
7 But should no parents' prayer
Protect the studious youth,
Yet for his kneeling country's sake
O guide him in thy truth.
8 And make his name a praise
Upon her annal fair,
And write it in thy book of life.
Almighty!-hear our prayer.
Sigourney. 434. L. M.
1 STILL, in the forming hour of youth,
Combine with education's sway
Those seeds of heaven-implanted truth
Whose fruit can never know decay.
2 Kneel while unsullied joy doth glow
Resplendent on the blooming cheek,
And for the climes of heathen woe
A bless'd Redeemer's pity seek.
8 Blend sweetly with the classic page
The love of heaven, sublime and fair:
So beauty's brow, when dimm'd with age,
The lustre of the soul shall wear.
435. C. M.
Scholar's hymn. Mark x. 14.
1 COME, little children, join and sing
The praises of your God;
Lift your glad voices to your King,
And sound his name abroad.
2 Come, while he kindly bows his ear
And listens from above.
Jesus is pleas'd your song to hear:
Children, your Saviour love.
3 Thank him for life, and health, and friends,
Parents and teachers too;
And for the word his Spirit sends,
And that he died for you.
4 Then over all your follies weep
That have displeased him so;
Ask him your souls from sin to keep,
And guide you here below.
5 Jesus will hear your humble prayer,
Will all your sins forgive.
Blest is the child he makes his care!
Soon you with him shall live.
1 SAVIOUR! see us, children, bending
Low before thy mercy-seat;
Let our cry, to thee ascending,
Be received as incense sweet.
Hear us, Saviour,
Humbly waiting at thy feet.
2 Kind Redeemer, now forgive us ;
Cleanse us pure from every stain;
From our load of guilt relieve us;
May we never sin again.
May the power of sin be slain.
3 May we love our glorious Saviour;
Strive to please him day by day;
Never, by our wrong behavior,
Grieve him from our hearts away.
May we never
Grieve him from our hearts away.
Evening prayer at a Sunday school.
1 WE come at even's solemn hour.
Low at thy shrine we bend
To offer up the heart's warm prayer
To thee, our Father, Friend.
2 Not high degree or fame we ask,
Not power of worldly form,
But power to foil the snares of vice,
And passion's fitful storm.
3 0, like the summer's gentle showers,
Let thy pure grace descend;
Be thou our guide, be thou our hope,
Our Father, and our Friend.
4 And let thy hand protect us here;
Be with us where we stay;
Guide, guard us through life's narrow path;
Help us in death's dark way.
Hymn for Sabbath school children.
1 THE Lord who lives in heaven, afar
Beyond the highest twinkling star,
O'er the whole universe bears rule,
Will ne'er forget the Sabbath school.
2 He sees, amid the scenes below,
Those children who delight to go
To seek instruction from his law,
And from his word their pleasures draw.
3 Although he lives so very high,
He looks with his omniscient eye
Into their little hearts, to see
If they with his commands agree.
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