3 Those are the hymns that we shall know That is the place where we shall go, 4 This is the joy we ought to seek, Children and teachers, one by one, 6 Great God! impress the serious thought, That both the teachers and the taught 666. H. M. PRATT'S COLL. United Praise of Teachers and Children. 1 COME, let our voices join Our thankful hearts we 'll raise ; Our wandering feet are brought, And heavenly truths are taught: Be crowned with full success; To thee, O Lord, all praise to thee 667. C. M. UNION COLL 1 GREAT God, in whom we live and move, For all the mercy, grace, and love, 2 For countless mercies, love unknown, 3 Incline us, Lord, to give it thee; Till death shall bring us all to see 668. L. M. Sabbath School Anniversary. MONTGOMERY. 1 FROM year to year in love we meet ; 2 But time rolls on; and, year by year, Have hailed the children's festal day. 669. C. M. Death of a Teacher. ANONYMOUS. 1 FAREWELL, dear friend! a long farewell' For we shall meet no more Till we are raised with thee to dwell On Zion's happy shore. 2 Our friend and brother, lo! is dead! 3 Farewell, dear friend, again farewell,- And when we meet, no tongue can tell 4 No more we 'll mourn thee, parted friend, 670. 8 & 7s. M. Death of a Pupil. WATERSTON. 1 ONE sweet flower has drooped and faded, One sweet infant voice has fled, One fair brow the grave has shaded, One dear school-mate now is dead. 4 May our footsteps never falter May we worship at the altar 5 Lord, may angels watch above us, May they guard, and guide, and love us, 1 CALM on the bosom of thy God, 2 Dust, to its narrow house beneath! They that have seen thy look in death 3 Lone are the paths, and sad the hours, HEMANS. BOSTON S. S. H. BOOK. 1 DEATH has been here, and borne away A brother from our side: As young as we he died. 2 We cannot tell who next may fall 3 May each attend, with willing feet, 4 Lord, to thy wisdom and thy care Content to live and serve thee here, 673. 11s. M. The Resurrection. ANONYMOUS. 1 SWEET spices they brought on their star-lighted way, And came to the grave by the dawning of day; "But who will the stone from the sepulchre roll?" They said, as the tear from their weeping eyes stole. 2 The stone is removed, and the Saviour is gone :— O, hail, ye disciples, this bright Sabbath morn ; Lift, lift your glad voices in triumph on high; Your Master has risen, and ye shall not die. 3 May Christ now appear, as to Mary he came, And fill every bosom with piety's flame; Then heaven's bright glories we soon shall obtain, Nor Sabbaths so peaceful be useless and vain. 674. 7 & 6s. M. BOSTON S. S. H. BOOK. Anniversary of Independence. 1 WE come, with joy and gladness, Nor let one note of sadness Be mingled in our lays; For 't is a hallowed story, This theme of freedom's birth: And thrones and nations hear, |