Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 2 While friendship prompts the rising sigh, 3 Let this vain world engage no more: It bids us seize the present hour; 4 The voice of this alarming scene Nor be the heavenly warning vain, LONG. 180. TAYLOR. Upon a good child's leaving school. WE offer, Lord, an humble prayer, And thank thee for thy grace bestow'd, In leading one beneath our care Thus far in wisdom's pleasant road. 2 What trials to his lot may fall, What toilsome duties to fulfil, We do not know, but in them all Be thou his strength and comfort still. 3 Still night and morning may he pray, Where'er his dwelling may be found; Still love thy word, and keep thy day, Though gay young sinners scoff around. 4 In sore temptation, pain, or grief, Whate'er his lot of wo may be, Teach him to seek and find relief In every time of need from thee. 5 May Jesus be his constant friend; The Bible his support and stay; And may thy Spirit, Lord, descend To bless and guide him day by day. 6 We need not supplicate for more; For if he find a friend in thee, 'Then bless'd in basket and in store, In soul and body, shall he be. ASSEMBLED in our school once more, 3 When we on earth shall meet no more, May we above to glory soar; And praise thee in more lofty strains, LONG. 182. Close of school. EDMESTON. ETERNAL Father, God of grace! 2 Look on us now, and bless us here: 3 Not many years our feet have run, COMMON. 183. The same subject. EDMESTON AND now another hour is past Of kind instruction given; And this, perhaps, may be the last, 2 And is it so? How dread the thought! And yet, indeed, how true! If I could feel it as I ought This day, what should I do? 3 O! surely prize it more and more, SEVENS. FOR 184. The same subject. a season call'd to part, Let us now ourselves commend 2 Jesus, hear our humble prayer; All our souls in safety keep. 3 What we each have now been taught, 4 Then, if thou instruction bless, The same subject. ONCE more, before we part, HART. We'll bless the Saviour's name, TIMES AND SEASONS. COMMON. 186. WATTS Morning. MY God, who makes the sun to know His proper hour to rise, And, to give light to all below, Doth send him round the skies. 2 When from the chambers of the east His morning race begins; He never tires, nor stops to rest, 3 So, like the sun, would I fulfil |