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3 Those are the hymns that we shall know
If Jesus we obey;

That is the place where we shall go,
If found in wisdom's way.

4 This is the joy we ought to seek,
And make our chief concern ;
For this we come, from week to week,
To read, and hear, and learn.
5 Soon will our earthly race be run,
Our mortal frame decay;

Children and teachers, one by one,
Must pass from earth away.

6 Great God! impress the serious thought,
This day, on every breast;

That both the teachers and the taught
May enter to thy rest.

666.

H. M.

PRATT'S COLL.

United Praise of Teachers and Children.

1 COME, let our voices join
In joyful songs of praise;
To God, the God of love,

Our thankful hearts we 'll raise ;
To God alone all praise belongs,
Our earliest and our latest songs.
2 Within these hallowed walls

Our wandering feet are brought,
Where prayer and praise ascend,

And heavenly truths are taught:
To God alone your offerings bring;
Let young and old his praises sing.
3 Lord, let this work of love

Be crowned with full success;
Let thousands, yet unborn,
Thy sacred name here bless :

To thee, O Lord, all praise to thee
We'll raise, throughout eternity.

667.

C. M.
Youthful Praise.

UNION COLL

1 GREAT God, in whom we live and move,
Accept our feeble praise,

For all the mercy, grace, and love,
Which crown our youthful days.

2 For countless mercies, love unknown,
Lord, what can we impart ?
Thou dost require one gift alone,
The offering of the heart.

3 Incline us, Lord, to give it thee;
Preserve us by thy grace,

Till death shall bring us all to see
Thy glory face to face.

668.

L. M.

Sabbath School Anniversary.

MONTGOMERY.

1 FROM year to year in love we meet ;
From year to year in peace we part;
The tongues of children uttering sweet
The thrilling joy of every heart.

2 But time rolls on; and, year by year,
We change, grow up, or pass away;
Not twice the same assembly here

Have hailed the children's festal day.
3 Death, ere another year, shall strike
Some in our number marked to fall:
Be young and old prepared alike;
The warning is to each, to all.
4 Oft broke, our failing ranks renew;
Send teachers, children, in our place,
More humble, docile, faithful, true,
More like thy Son, from race to race.

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!
The cold and lifeless clay
Has made in dust its silent bed,
And there it must decay.

3 Farewell, dear friend, again farewell,-
Soon we shall rise to thee;

And when we meet, no tongue can tell
How great our joys shall be.

4 No more we 'll mourn thee, parted friend,
But lift our ardent prayer,
And every thought and effort bend
To rise and join thee there.

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.
2 But we feel no thought of sadness,
For our friend is happy now;
She has knelt in soul-felt gladness,
Where the blesséd angels bow.
3 She has gone to heaven before us,
But she turns and waves her hand,
Pointing to the glories o'er us,
In that happy spirit-land.

4 May our footsteps never falter
In the path that she has trod;

May we worship at the altar
Of the great and living God.

5 Lord, may angels watch above us,
Keep us all from error free,

May they guard, and guide, and love us,
Till, like her, we go to thee.

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1 CALM on the bosom of thy God,
Young spirit, rest thee now !
E'en while with us thy footstep trod,
His seal was on thy brow.

2 Dust, to its narrow house beneath!
Soul, to its place on high!

They that have seen thy look in death
No more may fear to die.

3 Lone are the paths, and sad the hours,
Since thy meek spirit 's gone ;
But, O, a brighter home than ours,
In heaven, is now thine own!

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HEMANS.

BOSTON S. S. H. BOOK.

1 DEATH has been here, and borne away

A brother from our side:
Just in the morning of his day,

As young as we he died.

2 We cannot tell who next may fall
Beneath thy chastening rod;
One must be first, but let us all
Prepare to meet our God.

3 May each attend, with willing feet,
The means of knowledge here;
And wait around thy mercy-seat,
With hope as well as fear.

4 Lord, to thy wisdom and thy care
May we resign our days;

Content to live and serve thee here,
Or die and sing thy praise.

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,
To breathe our songs of praise,

Nor let one note of sadness

Be mingled in our lays;

For 't is a hallowed story,

This theme of freedom's birth:
Our fathers' deeds of glory
Are echoed round the earth.
2 The sound is waxing stronger,

And thrones and nations hear,
Proud men shall rule no longer,
For God the Lord is near :

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