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And though I am so young and small,
Thou dost take care of me.
And, when I sin, forgive ;
To serve thee while I live. 683.
Unto thy holy temple, Lord,
To praise thy name, and hear thy word.
Thy hours are ever dear to me ;
The holy calm I find in thee.
For God has given them in his love,
The endless day of heaven above. 684.
In peace and rest hath passed away ;
My Father's smile, that makes it day.
As under thine all-seeing eye :
And make me happy when I die. 685.
We thank thee, Father, and we pray
That this day's sins may be forgiven.
Be well remembered through the week,
More humble, diligent, and meek.
And still, o God, thy child is blest;
And thou wilt be by night my rest.
And now, when all the world is still,
My spirit to my Father's will. 687.
The Want within.
For ever burning there,
O Thou who hearest prayer !
A likeness to thy Son ;
Than call the world my own.
I long, O God, to be,
In sweet humility.
Be it more fervent still,
L. G. PRAY. Brotherly Love. 1 FATHER in heaven! we thank the care
That planned our lot on earth,
By ties of kindred birth.
Together taught to go;
Or one in scenes of woe.
To make us happy here, -
To cause a single tear.
In union sweet below,
To higher joys may go. 689.
C. M. William Cutter.
So small a drop as I
I 'll tarry in the sky ?
Should in its fountain stay,
Cannot create a day ?
The cool, refreshing shower,
And beautify the lower ?
One talent, - less than thine,
WILLIAM CUTTER. ANONYMOUS.
Improved with steady zeal and care,
Would gain rewards divine. 690. L. M.
For the Close of a Sabbath School.
And humble prayer to thee ascend;
Our early and our only Friend.
Has been with mercy richly crowned,
For ever sure, as time rolls round.
And bind our hearts in love alone ;
May we at last surround thy throne. 691. 8 & 7s. M. L. G. PRAY.
Objects of thy tender care ;
If thy favor we but share.
Of the hand that fashioned her ;
All our gifts to thee refer.
Throw their doors for us apart,
Wise in mind and pure in heart.
We our hearts would lift to thee;
Happy, true, and thoughtful be.
FROM THE GERMAN.
692. 8 & 7s. M. From the German.
Wakes the blossoms fresh with dew,
Beams with beauties fair and new. 2 Praise the Lord, when early breezes
Come so fragrant from the flowers,
Praise, ye birds, among the bowers. 3 Praise the Lord, and may his blessing
Guide us in the way of truth,
Make us holy in our youth.
Angels, sing your sweetest lays,
Sound aloud Jehovah's praise.
FAST AND THANKSGIVING. 693. L. M.
And whom unnumbered worlds adore,
While nature trembles at thy power, -
That wakes the wind and lists the sea ;
Acts but the part assigned by thee.
To thee we raise the humble cry ;