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1.52 W HEN, his salvation bringing,

To Zion Jesus came,
The children all stood singing

Hosanna to his name;
Nor did their zeal offend Him,

For, as He rode along,
He let them still attend Him,

And smiled to hear their song :-
Hosanna to Jesus they sing.
2 And since the Lord retaineth

His love for children still,
Though now as King He reigneth

On Sion's heavenly hill,
We'll flock around his banner

Who sits upon the throne,
And cry aloud,“ Hosanna

To David's royal Son:”-
Hosanna to Jesus we'll sing.
3 For should we fail proclaiming

Our great Redeemer's praise,
The stones, our silence shaming,

Would their Hosannas raise :
But shall we only render

The tribute of our words?
No; while our hearts are tender

They too shall be the Lord's :

Hosanna to Jesus our king. 153 COME, children, hail the Prince of

Obey the Saviour's call;
Come, seek his face, and taste his grace,

And crown Him LORD OF ALL.

2 Ye Lambs of Christ, your tribute bring,

Ye children, great and small,
Hosannas sing to Christ your King,

* And crown Him LORD OF ALL.
3 'Tis Jesus will your sins forgive,

For you He drank the gall;
His life did give, that you might live,

To crown Him LORD OF ALL.

154 THOU Guardian of our youthful days,

To Thee our prayers ascend;
To Thee we 'll tune our song of praise,

Jesus the children's Friend.
2 From Thee our daily mercies flow,

Our life and health descend;
O save our souls from sin and woe!

Thou art the children's Friend.
3 Teach us to prize Thy holy Word,

And to its truths attend;
Thus shall we learn to fear the Lord,

And love the children's Friend.
4 O may we feel a Saviour's love,

To Him our souls commend,
Who left his glorious throne above,

To be the children's Friend.
5 Lord, draw our youthful hearts to Thee,

And when this life snall end,
Raise us to live above the sky,

With Thee, the children's Friend.


THOU, whose Almighty word

Chaos and darkness heard,
And took their flight,
Hear us, we humbly pray ;
And, where the Gospel-day
Sheds not its glorious ray,

“Let there be light”!
2 Thou, who didst come to bring,
On Thy redeeming wing,

Healing and light; .
Health to the sick in mind,
Sight to the inly blind,
Oh, now to all mankind

“Let there be light”! 3 Spirit of truth of love, Life-giving, holy Dove,

Speed forth thy flight !
Move on the waters' face,
Bearing the lamp of grace,
And in earth's darkest place

"Let there be light”! 4 Blessed and Holy There, Glorious Trinity,

Wisdom, Love, Might!
Boundless as ocean's tide,
Rolling in fullest pride,
Through the world far and wide,

“Let there be light”!

RM of the Lord! awake, awake!
Put on Thy strength! The nations

And let the world, adoring, see
Triumphs of mercy wrought by Thee !

Triumphs of mercy wrought by Thee! 2 Let Zion's time of favour come!

Oh, bring the tribes of Israel home!
And let our wond'ring eyes behold
Gentiles and Jews in Jesus' fold !
3 Almighty God, Thy grace proclaim,

Exalt the Saviour's glorious name;
Let every foe before him fall,
Confessed, ador'd, the Lord of all.

ALL hail the power of Jesus' name!
" Let angels prostrate fall ;
Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown Him LORD OF ALL. 2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

A remnant weak and small,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,

· And crown Him LORD OF ALL. 3 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,

And crown Him LORD OF ALL. 4 O that with yonder sacred throng

We at his feet may fall,
There join the everlasting song,
And crown Him LORD OF ALL!

158 RISE, gracious God, and shine

1 In all Thy saving might,
And prosper each design

To spread Thy glorious light;
Let healing streams of mercy flow,

That all the earth Thy truth may know! 2 O, bring the nations near,

That they may sing Thy praise ;
Let all the people hear,

And learn Thy holy ways !
Reign, Mighty God, assert Thy cause,

And govern by Thy righteous laws !
3 Exert Thy glorious power!

The nations then will see,
And earth present her store,

In converts born of Thee :
God, our own God, his Church will bless,
And earth shall yield her full increase.


THE whitning fields bespeak

A glorious harvest near;
A harvest of immortal souls,

Which barren wastes shall bear.
Lord of the harvest, rise,

Thy pow'r and love display ;
And lab'rers, holy, zealous, wise,

Send forth without delay.
And ye, his ministers,
Go, tell his matchless grace
To the most guilty and deprav'd

Of Adam's num'rous race:


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