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4 We praise thy name that we are brought
To this thy holy place;
The children of thy grace.
Meet all our souls above;
The children of thy love.
For Sunday School children.
1 O Lord our God, thy light and truth
To us thy children send,
And love Thee to the end.
The downward path we trod, Our wandering heart and wayward mind
Were enemies to God. 3 But friends and guardians now, through
Which none shall seek in vain.
From which salvation springs; O Sun of Righteousness, arise,
With healing in thy wings.
5 Arise,--and o'er this vale of tears
Shine into perfect day;
Pointing the Christian's way.
1 0 Thou that from the mouth of babes,
And infant tongues, didst perfect praise, Almighty Father, hear the song
Which we, Thy humble servants, raise.
2 How blest are they, who, early taught
To know and love the word of truth, Far from the haunts of sinners spend
The holy morning of their youth.
3 And blest are they, whose care forbids
The youthful Christian's feet to stray, Unfolds the Book of Truth, and there
To life eternal points the way.
4 Hear, Lord, Thy people's prayer; and still
Let the full tide of bounty flow; That thousands yet unborn may learn Thy will,—and all Thy mercies know.
For the success of Christian missionaries. L. M.
1 MARK'D as the purpose of the skies,
This promise meets our anxious eyes;
2 E'en now the hallow'd scenes appear !
E'en now unfolds the promis d year!
3 'Mid burning climes, and frozen plains,
Where Pagan darkness brooding reigns,
4 When, worn by toil, their spirits fail,
Bid them the glorious future hail;
5 So, o'er the Indian's gloomy night
Truth shall diffuse her radiant light,
Bishop Heber's Missionary Hymn. (4.7.&4. 6.
1 From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many a palmy plain,
Their land from error's chain.
2 What, though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o’er Ceylon's isle,
And only man is vile;
The gifts of God are strewn;
Bow down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
By wisdom from on high, Shall we to man benighted
The lamp of life deny ? Salvation ! O Salvation !
The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation
Has learnt Messiah's name.
4 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
It spreads from pole to pole;
The Lamb for sinners slain,
In bliss returns to reign.
For the Diffusion of the Gospel. L. M.
10 SPIRIT of the living God!
In all Thy plenitude of grace, Where'er the foot of man hath trod
Descend upon our fallen race !
2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love
To preach the reconciling word; Give power andinfluence from above
Where'er the joyful sound is heard.
3 O SPIRIT of the Lord ! prepare
All the round earth her God to meet; Breathe Thou abroad, like morning air,
Till hearts of stone begin to beat. 4 Baptize the nations :-Far and nigh
The triumphs of the cross record;
Till every kindred call Him LORD.