20 what a vast delight, Their happiness to see! C. M, Our supplications hear, To our united prayer. We bow before thy throne; Our feeble efforts own. 3 More of thy grace may teachers know. Thy Spirit's aid impart; Much patience, love, and zeal bestow, To stimulate each heart. 4 O let us not to children iell The road tha: leads to heaven, Where mercy's never given. 93. L. M. God from his high and lofty thrcne, Stoops to behold all earthly things; To him the minds of all arc known, From meanest slaves to neightiest king 2 Does pride, or love of man's applause, Usurp dominion o'er iny heart? Or does the love of Jesus' cause, Its sacred energy impart?3 While I address the young-Be wiso, “Oh fly to Jesus and his cross !" Do I all earthly things despise, And count them but as dust and dross ? 4 Lord, search my motives,--try my heart, And show me every secret sin; L. M. Here, gracious God, beneath thy feet, Friends to the young and thee we meet : Join'd by the cord of mutual love, Bound by our common Friend above. 2 Our hearts thy throne of grace address, Smile on our schools, the children bless; Whilst we our humble labours bend, Thy glorious kingdom to extend. Our bosoms with their purest fire ; 95. S. M. BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love! The fellowship of kindred minds Is lika to that above. We pour our ardent prayers : Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes ; Our mutual burdens bear : The sympathizing tear. 4 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain; And hope to meet again. 5 This glorious hope revivos Our courage by the way; And longs to see the day. 6 From sorrow, toil and pain, And sin, we shall be free; To all eternity. 96. C. M. Their lost condition see, To Christ for pardon flee. Thy Spirit's aid impart; To etimulate each heart. In heaven's triumphant throng, In one eternal song. GOD'S OMNIPOTENCE. 97. L. M. Before Jehovah's awful throne, Yo nations bow, with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone,-He can create, and he destroy. His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid, Made us of clay, and form’d us men; And when like wand'ring sheep wo stray'd, He brought us to his fold again. 3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise ; Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 4 Wids as the world is thy command; Vast as eternity thy love : 98. C. M. Who from his lofty throne, And makes their cause his own. Low in distress were laid, His hands were swift to aid. 3 Should kindred, near and dear, forsako, Or friends and parents die, Can weli the want supply. He fills our daily cup: And cheere our hearts with hope. |