For you the secret tear is shed, O, shed yourselves a tear!
6 We pray that you may early prove, The spirit's power to teach; You cannot be too young to love That Jesus whom we preach.
Hymn 138. C. M.
Early Piety.
HAPPY is he, whose early years Receive instruction well;
Who hates the sinner's path, and fears The road that leads to hell.
2 Our youth, devoted to the Lord, Is pleasing in his eyes,
A flower when offer'd in the bud Is no vain sacrifice.
3 'Tis easier work, if we begin To fear the Lord betimes; While sinners, who grow old in sin, Are harden'd in their crimes.
4 It saves us from a thousand fears, To mind religion young; With joy it crowns succeeding years, And renders virtue strong.
5 To thee, Almighty God, to thee, Our hearts we now resign; 'Twill please us to look back and see That our whole lives were thine.
6 We'll do thy work, we'll speak thy praise, Whilst we have life and breath; Thus we're prepar'd for longer days, Or fit for early death.
Hymn 139. L. M.
Early Piety. Mat. xii. 20.
1 How soft the words my Saviour speaks! How kind the promises he makes! A bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor will he quench the smoking flax. 2 The humble poor he wont despise, Nor on the contrite sinner frown; His ear is open to their cries, He quickly sends salvation down. 3 When piety, in early minds,
Like tender buds, begins to shoot, He guards the plants from threat'ning winds, And ripens blossoms into fruit. thes
4 With humble souls he bears a part In all the sorrows they endure; Tender and gracious is his heart, His promise is for ever sure. 5 He sees the struggles that prevail, Between the pow'rs of grace and sin; He kindly listens while they tell The bitter pangs they feel within.
6 Though press'd with fears on ev'ry side, They know not how the strife may end; Yet he will soon the cause decide, And judgment unto vict❜ry send.
Christ's Condescending Regard to Little Children.
1 SEE Israel's gentle shepherd stand,
With all-engaging charms;
Hark, how he calls the tender lambs, And folds them in his arms!
2 "Permit them to approach," he cries, "Nor scorn their humble name; "For 'twas to bless such souls as these "The Lord of angels came."
3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, And yield them up to thee; Joyful, that we ourselves are thine, Thine let our offspring be.
4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear, Ye children, seek his face ; And fly with transport, to receive The blessings of his grace.
5 If orphans they are left behind, Thy guardian care we trust; That care shall heal our bleeding hearts, If weeping o'er their dust.
Hymn 141. C. M.
Youth Invited to Love Christ.
1 YE hearts with youthful vigor warm, In smiling crowds, draw near; And turn from ev'ry mortal charm, A Saviour's voice to hear.
2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high, Stoops to converse with you; And lays his radiant glories by, Your friendship to pursue.
3 "The soul that longs to see my face, "Is sure my love to gain;
"And those that early seek my grace, "Shall never seek in vain."
4 What object, Lord, my soul should move, If once compar'd with thee?
What beauty should command my love, Like what in christ I see?
5 Away, ye false, delusive toys, Vain tempters of the mind! 'Tis here I fix my lasting choice, And here true bliss I find.
Hymn : 142. C. M.
On the Education of Children and Youth. 1 BLESS'D is the man, whose heart expands, At melting pity's call, And the rich blessings of his hands, Like heavenly manna, fall.
2 Mercy, descending from above, In softest accents pleads; O, may each tender bosom move, When mercy intercedes!
3 Be ours the bliss, in wisdom's way To guide untutor'd youth;
And lead the mind that went astray, To virtue and to truth.
4 Children our kind protection claim, And God will well approve,
When infants learn to lisp his name, And their Creator love.
3 Delightful work! young souls to win, And turn the rising race From the deceitful paths of sin, To seek redeeming grace.
6 Almighty God! thy influence shed, To aid this good design;
The honours of thy name be spread, And all the glory thine.
Sunday School. Congregation.
1 GREAT God, accept our songs of praise,
Which we would to thy honour raise ;
Bless our attempts to spread abroad The knowledge of our Saviour God.
2 Next to our God, our thanks are due To those who did compassion shew, In kindly pointing out the road, That leads to Christ, the way to God. Congregation.
3 We claim no merit of our own; Great God, the work is thine alone! Thou didst at first our hearts incline, To carry on this great design.
4 Now we are taught to read and pray, To hear God's word, to keep his day; Lord, here accept the thanks we bring- Our infant tongues thy praise would sing. Congregation.
5 With those dear children, we'll unite; Their songs inspire us with delight; Lord, while on earth we sing thy love, May angels join the notes above.
6 Great God, our benefactors bless, Congregation.
And crown thy word with great success;
O may we meet around thy throne, To sing thy praise in strains unknown.
Hymn 144. L. M.
Sunday School.
Congregation.
1 O WHAT a pleasure 'tis to see
Christians in harmony agree, To teach the rising race to know They're born in sin, expos'd to wo!
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