3 The triflers, too, his eye can see, Who only seem to take a part ; But do not seek him with the heart. 4 O may we never trifle so, Nor lose the days our God has given; But learn, by Sabbaths here below, To spend eternity in heaven! LORD'S DAY. 68. C. M. He calls the hours his own : And praise surround the throne. 2 To-day he roge and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell ;' To-day the saints his triumphs spread, And all his wonders tell. To David's holy son ; Salvation from thy throno. 69. C. M. In hymns around the throne; Hath made and callid his own. ? This is the day which God hath blest, The brightest of the seven; The saints enjoy in heaven. And hasten tu that day, And shadows pass away. Let us in hymns employ ; C. M. Adoring angels bow,- A God and Father too. 2 Hail ! happy day, which gave us birth, But hail that happier day, And taught our souls to na! 3 Hail! this blest Sabbath, ever hail The day of sacred rest; All hail! for ever blest. 71. C. M. So early from the dead; And waste my hours in bed ? The powers of death and liell; And love my sins so well? 3 To-day, with pleasure, Christians meet, To pray, and hear thy word: L. M. 3 Through theiast week what have we done? Yea, what since the last setting sun? L. M. The hour of school at length is come. 2 I would be there when prayer begins, To seek the pardon of my sins; And pray to understand his word. 3 Oh, shall my teachers wait in vain, While my neglect must give them pain! No, let me rather strive to be First of their little family. And I shall go to school no more; L. M.. 2 True-I frequent the house of prayor, I go and sit with others there; But oft my mind is call'd away. Of him would think, and speak, and hear- And draw my soul from what is good. 4 Redeem'd from earth by Jesus' blood, I fain would give the day to God; 'Tis mine to plan, but not to do. 5 Of sinners, Lord, I am the chief; O bring thy worthless worm religfm 75. Quickly have tho minutes past; This we enter now upon, Will to many prove their last. į Mercy hitherto has spard, But, have mercies been improv'd? Let us ask, am I prepar'd, Should I be this week remov'd? ? Some we now no longer see, Who their mortal race have run, Scem'd as fair for life as we, When the former week begun. 7's. |