CLOSING SCHOOL. 326 Blessing asked. ON what has now been sown, The power is thine alone To make it spring and grow: P. M. Do thou the gracious harvest raise, 327 Directions. C. M. NOW, children, to God's house repair, And with the holy throng O give your hearts to humble prayer, 2 Praise God, whose mercies brought you here, Whose goodness keeps you still; Whose grace with joy your souls can cheer, Whose power subdues your will. 3 Improve the strength you here have gained To do his holy will. Improve the knowledge here attained, 4 Let not the world have cause to say, 328 C. M. 1 Reflection. 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, 3 0, surely prize it more and more, THE YEAR. 329 Many have died. 7's. WHILE with ceaseless course the sun Hasted through the former year; Many souls their race have run, Fixed in their eternal state, They have done with all below; We a little longer wait, But how little none can know. 2 As the winged arrow flies, Darts, and leaves no trace behind; Bear us down life's rapid stream; 3 Thanks for mercies past receive, 1 Bless thy word to young and old, 330 Time flies. C. M. QUGb soon, alas, they're gone! UICKLY my days have passed away, 2 Always in motion, ne'er at rest, 3 Eternal pains, or endless joys, The moments past, or those to come, 4 God of my strength and of my hope, Help me by thine instructive grace 5 And if through this revolving year 1 331 Recollection of Sin. THIS year is hastening too away, C. M. 2 How oft I've risen from my bed, Have grieved my friends and Thee; 4 But, Lord, thou hast already known There's not a fault that I can own 332 GR God has preserved us. L. M. REAT God! we sing that mighty hand The opening year thy mercy shows; 2 By day, at night, at home, abroad, 4 In scenes exalted or depressed, MISSIONARY. 333 The Bible for the Heathen. SEE EE that heathen mother stand Where the sacred currents flow; With her own maternal band, 'Mid the waves her infant throw! 7's 2 Hark! I hear the piteous scream; Frightful monsters seize their prey; Or the dark and bloody stream Bears the struggling child away. 3 Fainter now, and fainter still, Breaks the cry upon the ear; But the mother's heart is steel, She, unmoved, that cry can hear. 4 Send, O send, the Bible there; Let its precepts reach the heart; She may then her children spare, She may act the mother's part. |