5 He, where eternal Sabbaths shine,
Where all by God himself are taught,
Lessons shall learn of truth divine,
Of power and love surpassing thought.
1 "LET little children come to me,"
The blessed Saviour said,
And kindly laid his hand on those,
Who unto him were led.
2 "To those, who early seek my face,
Shall early grace be given;
The humble and the childlike ones
Shall dwell with me in heaven."
3 Thou, that hast gone to take thy throne
In thine own courts above;
Thou that didst pity children then,
Regard us now in love.
4 Deep on our young and thoughtless hearts
Thy sacred likeness trace;
And gird us by thy spirit, Lord,
To run the Christian race.
5 Safe through the snares around our path,
O guide our wayward feet;
And in each painful scene of life
Be thou our sure retreat.
For a Rural Celebration.
Arlington.
1 WE seem to hear a voice of praise Here, 'mid the leafy bowers,
From murmuring streams, whose crystal maze Doth cheer the thirsty flowers.
2 And louder, where yon lofty trees
By summer's hand are drest,
It swells on every gentle breeze,
From bough, and spray, and nest.
3 But, if the things by nature taught
Pour music o'er the sod,
How high should rise our raptured thought,
Who learn the word of God!
4 To us he speaks, from morning's cell,
From evening's dewy sphere,
And when the holy Sabbath bell
Salutes the Christian's ear.
5 To us he speaks, he guides our choice
By heaven's own book divine;
And aids our teacher's much loved voice
To fix each treasured line.
6 To us he speaks, and we in praise
Would still our offering bring,
Here, where creation joins our lays,
And there, where angels sing.
201. For the opening of a Sunday L. M. School Room.
Cowper.
1 OUR God, where'er thy people meet,
There they behold thy mercy-seat;
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found,
And every place is hallowed ground.
2 For thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind;
Such ever bring thee where they come,
And going take thee to their home.
3 Here may we prove the power of prayer,
To strengthen faith, and sweeten care,
To teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heaven before our eyes.
4 Behold! at thy commanding word,
We stretch the curtain and the cord;
Come, Thou, and shed abroad thy grace,
And bless us with a large increase.
Teacher's Prayer. 8's, 7's & 4's M.
Oliphant.
1 THOU, who didst with love and blessing
Gather Zion's babes to thee;
Still a Saviour's love expressing,
These the babes of Zion see;
Bless the labors,
That would bring them up for thee.
2 Smile upon the weak endeavor, Vain, if thou thy smile deny;
Lo! they rise, to live for ever!
Train, O train them for the sky!
Gracious Shepherd,
Train them for thy flock on high.
3 Then, when we shall all have slumbered,
Side by side, in common dust,
With thy ransomed people numbered,
With the assembly of the just,
Child and teacher,-
Saviour! own our humble trust.
203. Reward of the Faithful Teacher. L. M. Sicily.
1 WHEN the infant spirit, flying,
Smiles, and gladly leaves its clay,
On a Saviour's death relying,
Soaring to the world of day;
2 If beside that pillow, standing,
One there be, who taught it so ;
Led that little soul, expanding,
All the love of God to know;
3 0 how pure must be the pleasure,
Thus his sweet reward to see,
As its life fulfils its measure,
As it seeks eternity!
1 CHRISTIANS! brethren! ere we part,
Every voice and every heart
Join, and to our Father raise
One last hymn of grateful praise.
2 Though we here should meet no more,
Yet there is a brighter shore;
There, released from toil and pain,
There we all may meet again.
3 Now to him who reigns in heaven,
Be eternal glory given;
Grateful for thy love divine,
O may all our hearts be thine!
1 My helper God! I bless thy name;
Thy power and grace are still the same;
The tokens of thy friendly care,
Open, and crown, and close the year.
2 I midst ten thousand dangers stand,
Supported by thy guardian hand;
And see, when I survey my ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise.
3 Thus far thine arm hath led me on,
Thus far I make thy mercy known;
And, while I tread this desert land,
New blessings shall new songs demand.
1 AND now, my soul, another year
Of my short life is past;
I cannot long continue here,
And this may be my last.
2 Part of my doubtful life is
Nor will return again;
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