2. 'Twill save us from a thousand snares To mind religion young, And make our virtues strong. 3 To thee, Almighty God, to thee, Our childhood we resign; 'Twill please us to look back and see That our whole lives were thine. Employ my youngest breath: Or fit for early death. 106. C. M. High in the shining courts above, God reigns the sov'reign king, And angels round his throne of love, Loud hallelujahs sing. 2 He sees where children's hearts unite, And form a social band; And Jesus ever takes delight To guide them with his hand. 3 Oh! did the young around, but know How great their pleasures are ; They would each sinful joy forego, And seek such bliss to share. 107. S. M. Le little children learn God's holy name to praise : And with the eye of faith discern The guardian of their days. 2 Let morning, noon, and night, With every act proclaim, That God's their first, their chief delight, And Christ their only aim. 3 Let love of peace and joy, The spring of life engage; Nor let earth’s vanities destroy The hope of riper age. 108. C. M. All others go astray; And Christians love the way. 2 It leads straight through this world of sin; And dangers must be past; Will come to heaven at last. 3 While the broad road where thousands go, Lies near, and opens fair ; And many turn aside, I know, To walk with sinners there. 4 But, lest my feeble steps should slide Or wander from thy way, And I shall never stray. TIME UNCERTAIN. 109. S. M. A short uncertain day, age man, This hour the summons hear, That calls me where the wicked go, Or where the saints appear. 3 Teach me with all my heart, Thy mercy to embrace, To seize the time of grace. of My soul from ruin save, And clcanso my ev'ry stain ; Then shall I triumph o'or the grave, And paradise regain. 110. C. M. My time is hast'ning on; My wasting moments run. My ev'ry sin subdue ; With glory in my view. Than live without thy fear; Who have their portion here. 4 0! let thy Spirit lead me still, Along the happy road; C. M. Of kind instruction given; On this side hell or heaven. 2 And is it so? How dread the thought, And yet indeed how true! This day, what should I do? 3 Oh! surely prize it more and more, And pray that God would give And blessing if I live. 112. S. M. Whose mercies are so great, So ready to abate. 2 The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, He knows our feeble frame. 3 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower; If one sharp wind sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 4 But thy compassions, Lord, To ondless years endure, And children, young as we, may find Thy word of promise sure. |