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4 But while thus our hearts rejoice,
We must hear his warning voice,-
Seek the way of peace and truth,
In the early days of youth.

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A blessing sought for the Sunday-school.

THOU who didst with love and blessing,

Gather Zion's babes to thee;

Still a Saviour's love expressing,
Now the babes of Zion see;
Bless the labours

That would bring them up for thee.
2 Smile upon our weak endeavour,
Vain, if thou thy smile deny;
Let them rise, to live forever!
Train, O! train them for the sky:
Ne'er may Satan

Plunder Zion's nursery.

8 Lord, with humble fervour bending,
We thy blessing would entreat;
Let thy Spirit, now descending,
Make the toils of learning sweet;
Straight to Zion

Guide the young inquirer's feet.

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MISSIONARY.

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Meeting for charity.

LITTLE rain-drops feed the rill;
Rills to meet the brooklet glide;
Brooks the broader rivers fill;
Rivers swell the ocean's tide.

So the dew-drops gather'd here, Mites from willing childhood's hand, Shall those streams of bounty cheer That with greenness clothe the land.

3 With that sea of love shall blend
Which the gospel's grace doth pour,
And the name of Jesus send
E'en to earth's remotest shore.

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Children at the gate of heaven.
TITTLE travellers, Zionward,
Each one entering into rest,
In the kingdom of your Lord,
In the mansions of the blest;
There, to welcome, Jesus waits,
Gives the crowns his followers win-
Lift your beads, ye golden gates!
Let the little travellers in!

2 Who are they whose little feet,
Pacing life's dark journey through,
Now have reach'd that heavenly seat,
They had ever kept in view!
"I from Greenland's frozen land;"
"I from India's sultry plain;"
"I from Afric's barren sand;"
"I from islands of the main."

3" All our earthly journey past,
Every tear and pain gone by,
Here together met at last,
At the portal of the sky!
Each the welcome COME' awaits,
Conquerors over death and sin!
Lift your heads, ye golden gates!
Let the little travellers in!

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The heathen mother.

EE that heathen mother stand Where the sacred currents flow, With her own maternal hand

"Mid the waves her infant throw.

2 Hark! I hear the piteous scream!
Frightful monsters seize their prey;
Or the dark and bloody stream
Bears the struggling child away.

3 Fainter now, and fainter still,
Breaks the cry upon the ear;
But the mother's heart is steel;
She, unmoved, that cry can hear!
4 Send, O send the Bible there,
Let its precepts reach her heart;
She may then her children spare
Act the mother's tender part.

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ESUS! in Christian love we meet,

All in their hand some talent bear,
And lay it humbly, freely there.

2 Yes, for thy gospel's cause, with joy, Our hands, our hearts, we would employ O smile upon us, from above,

That bless'd may be our work of love.

3 Then let us feel thy presence near,
Whilst met in holy union here:
Our zeal, our love, do thou increase,
And let us reap the fruits of peace.

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DEATH AND FUNERALS.

Death of a scholar.

L. M

MOURNING class, a vacant seat,
Tell us that one we loved to meet,
Will join our youthful throng no more
Till all these changing scenes are o'er.
2 No more that voice we loved to hear
Shall fill her teacher's list'ning ear;
No more its tones shall join to swell
The songs that of a Saviour tell.

3 That welcome face, that sparkling eye,
And sprightly form, must buried lie
Deep in the cold and silent gloom,
The rayless night, that fills the tomb.
4 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.

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Death of a scholar.

WHERE we oft have met in gladness,

On the holy Sabbath-day,

Slowly now, with tearful sadness,
Each pursues his lonely way,
Tears are falling-

On this holy Sabbath-day.

2 One we loved has left our number
For the dark and silent tomb;
Closed his eyes in deathless slumber-
Faded in his early bloom:

Hear us, Saviour,

Thou hast blest the lonely tomb.

3 Through its dark and narrow portal Once they bore thee to thy rest; There a ray of light immortal,

Like a sunbeam from the west,
Burst the shadows-

And the grave thenceforth was blest.

4 By the light that thus was given
To the darkness of the tomb-
By the blessed light of heaven,
Gilding scenes of earthly gloom,-
Star of gladness,

All our night with joy illume.

5 From our circle, little brother,
Early hast thou pass'd away!
But the angels say,-Another
Joins our holy song to-day!
Weep no longer-

Join with them the sacred lay.

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The early dead.

HILDREN, like the early flower,

Pass away in childhood's hour,

To the cold and silent tombBodies laid beneath the sodSpirits gone away to God!

2 Oft along the busy street,
Sad and tearful mourners go;
Mothers for their children weep,

Weep that death has laid them low. Nipp'd the buds before their bloom, Hid them in the silent tomb.

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