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P. M.
Infant praise and prayer.
HELPime to praise thy name

While I am young
Let me thy truth proclaim

With my infant tongue:
Angels from the skies
Will look down with gladsome eyes,
When thy praises rise,

By infants sung.
2 Keep us in peace and joy

Through childhood's days;
Help each little girl and boy

To walk in thy ways:
So sball we be free
From the thorns of misery;
Heaven our home shall be,

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The Lord': prayer.
UR Father in beaven,

!

May thy kingdon holy

On earth be begun! O give to us daily

Our portion of bread; It is from thy bounty

That all must be fed. 2 Forgive our transgressions,

And teach us to know That humble compassion

Which pardons each foe; Keep us from temptation,

From weakness and sin, And thine be the glory

Forever-Amon.

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8th P. M. 87, 87, 47.

Hallelujah.
TIGHTY God, while angels bless thee,

May not infants lisp thy name?
Loril of men as well as angels,
Thou art every creature's theme !

Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujnh, Amen!
2 Lord of every land and nation,

Ancient of eternal days,
Sounded through the wide creation,
Be thy just and lawful praise :

Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah, Amen!
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9th P. M. 87, 87.
Evening hymn.
Bless tliy little lamb to-night;

, me, Through the darkness be thou near me,

Keep me safe till morning light.
2 Through this day the hand has led me,

And I thank thee for thy care ;
Thou hast warın'd me, clothed, and fed me.

Listen to my evening prayer.
8 Let my sins be all forgiven,

Bless the friends I love so well;
Take me, when I die, to heaven,

Happy there, with thee to dwell.

THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL.
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The morning of life.
IN
IN life's gay morn let children learn

To love the sacred place of prayer;
From sinful ways delight to turn,

And early pay their tribute thero,

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5th P. M. 4 lines 78.

Thanks to God.
FATHER I from thy throne above,

upon us in love
Happy children of the free,
Grateful songs would raise to thee.
2 Thanks for Sunday-schools so dear,
Where we're taught thy word and fear,
From that holy book of thine,
Fill’d with precious truths divine.
8 Saviour! 'mid all earthly strife,
Through the cares and ills of life,
May the precepts thou hast given
Guide us in the path to heaven.

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The Sabbath-school.
Where'er through life I roam,

ear to me,
My heart will often turn to thee,

My childhood's Sabbath home.
2 Within thy courts of Him I've heard

Whose birth the angels sung,
When o'er the shepherds fill'd with fear,

The star of glory hung.
3 O holy place ! where first we shed

The penitential tear;
Where youthful steps are taught to tread

ln paths of peace and prayer.
4 When all our wand'rings here shall cease,

And cares of life shall end,
In God's eternal Sabbath place

Muy we our anthenas blend.