2 O what debtors to thy kindness Are we, God of boundless love; Strangers to tha light above. 3 But 'tis ours to read the pages, Where the rays of glory glow; And, through everlasting ages, We aspire its bliss to know. 4 Jesus, on thine arm relying, We would tread this earthly vale ; Be our life, when we are dyingBe our strength, when strength shall fail 44. L. M. PRAYER was appointed to convey The blessings God designs to give: Long as they live should Christians pray, For only whilo they pray, they live. Make all thy wants and wishes known; C. M. How wicked I have been: Look down from heav'n, thy dwelling placo, And pardon this iny sin. 2 Forgive my temper, Lord, I praya My passion, and my pride; The wicked words I dar'd to say And wicked thoughts besido. And change this stubborn heart; C. M. Cail us, poor children, thine; And form our hearts divine. From sloth and folly free: To truth and piety, With useful learning store : L. M. 2 Our fervent prayer to thee ascends For paronts, teachers, fo@8, and friends; Help us to worship in thy fear. 3 When we on earth shall meet no more,' May we above to glory soar ; 48. C. M. In humble accents, Lord, we sing: And worship near thy throne; Thou art our Saviour, chou our King, O send thy blessing down, 2 Hast thou not said, “let children come?' 'Tis here thy pooplo meet; Ard we have learnt there still is room, We bow beneath thy feet. 3 To thee we give this sacred hour, In thee our souls confide ; 49. L. M. O'er avery thought and sten arcaide 2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far From every sin and hurtful snare ; 3 The light of truth to us display, And make us know and love thy way; Plant holy fear in every heart, That wo from God may ne'er depart. 4 Lead us to holiness, the roud That we must take to dwell with God: 50. S. M. CREATOR, Saviour, God, We raise our hearts to thee; And, resting on thy faithful word, Wo bend our suppliant knee. 2 Oh! deigr to hear our prayer, And save the youthful race ; Convert the children of our care, By thine almighty grace. 3 Oh! Guide their roving foet, In paths of truth divine ; Around their footsteps shine. 51. C. M. O LORD, forgive a sinful child, Whoso heart is all unclean : How baso am I, and ail defil'd By the vile work of sin. And sink me down to hell, In endless flames to dwell. 3 0 change this stubborn heart of mine, And make nie pure within ; And save me from my sin. My daily, hourly song; Shalf tune an infant's tongue. 52. C. M. Thy grace betimes impart; Renew niy sinful heart. And from the birth I stray'd: Without thy mercy's aid. |