O lead us, by thy saving grace,
Through life's deceitful thorny way,
Till we appear before thy face,

In the bright realms of endless day.

Hymn for Sunday Schools.

WHEN Judah's infant Prophet lay
Expos'd near Egypt's reedy deep,
Fair CHARITY there chanc'd to stray
And heard the friendless orphan weep.

His tears her gentle bosom moved;
His state forlorn her pity drew;
A kind protecting friend she proved,
A guardian and a parent too.

This state forlorn was once our own,
Exposed to vice's gulphy sea;

Till Christian mercy round us shone,

And said "From wretchedness be free!"

O may that Gon, who taught your souls To glow for others in distress,

Whose arm the rage

of fate controuls,

Your ev'ry day with comfort bless.

And when disease your frame assails,
And death's dark hour approaches nigh,
May hope increase as nature fails,
To soothe the anxious parting sigh!

And when the dead shall quit their graves, And judgment's awful day be o'er, May you, with those your goodness saves, Assemble on the blissful shore.

Another.

DAUGHTER of celestical birth,
Bright rob'd CHARITY, descend;
With thy radiance cheer the earth,
Thy sweet influence extend;
Teach the tender breast to glow,
Bid the willing hand bestow.

Hear the meck-eyed nymph intreat;
Nor her pleadings disregard

In a cause so good and great,
Where so ample's the reward:
Sons of affluence, freely give;
Ten-fold blessings you'll receive.

See, the helpless infant-band,
Born to penury and grief,
Raise the supplicating hand
To your bounty, for relief:

Let them not in vain implore,

But give, and heaven will bless your store.

If 'tis charity to shroud

Shivering limbs from winter's cold;

If, when hunger cries aloud,

You the morsel can't withhold;
How much more divine to give
Alms to teach the soul to live!

May we, by your tender care

Rescued from the sinful throng, Still address the grateful pray'r, Still attune the pious song,"For the bounteous friends that give "Alms that teach the soul to live."

Another.

As sheep, without a shepherd, stray

Where danger tempts with treacherous smile

So youthful feet, from virtue's way

Oft wander in the paths of guile.

Poor was our birth,—no friend to guide

Our thoughts to HIM, who gave us food

To HIM, who for his creatures died,

And seal'd their ransom with HIS blood.

Delightful change!-O bliss supreme!
To be from such distress set free:-
Hence be sweet gratitude our theme,
And artless praise, O God to Thee !

Thy honor'd name, and sacred word,
Eternal Father! will we love:
Oft shall our infant-praise be heard
And join'd by tuneful choirs above.

Oft shall the grateful ardent pray'r

For all our guardian friends ascend ;Those blessings may they ever share,

Which on the bounteous GooD attend:

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Hymn.

THY humblest works with full accord
Confirm thy word, Almighty Lord!
And spread beneath man's downward eyes
A scene that bids them seek the skies.

Emblem of zeal that never tires,
Nor kindles with unhallow'd fires-
Such be my zeal!-in eddying tides,
Yon stream its active chrystal guides:

Or, pausing, as a nobler wood
Or wilder cliff o'erhangs its flood,
(Each wave, each dimpling curl, represt)
Displays the picture on its breast.

O well! were mine as pure a course :
O well! with half the truth and force
Did this degenerate heart of mine
Reflect the beams of grace divine.

R