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"Sing unto the Lord, and praise his name."

LORY to the Father give,

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God in whom we move and live;
Children's prayers he deigns to hear,
Children's songs delight his ear.

2 Glory to the Son we bring,
Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King;
Children, raise your sweetest strain
To the Lamb, for he was slain.
Glory to the Holy Ghost,
He reclaims the sinner lost;
Children's minds may he inspire,
Touch their tongues with holy fire.

4 Glory in the highest be

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To the blessed Trinity,

For the Gospel from above,

For the word that "God is love."

"Blessed are they that keep his testimonies, and seek
him with their whole heart."

From the cxix. Psalm.

HOW bless'd are they who always keep
The pure and perfect way;

Who never from the sacred paths
Of God's commandments stray !

2 How bless'd, who to his righteous laws
Have still obedient been;

And have with fervent, humble zeal
His favour sought to win!

3 Such men their utmost caution use
To shun each wicked deed;

But in the path which he directs
With constant care proceed.

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4 Thou strictly hast enjoin'd us, Lord,
To learn thy sacred will;
And all our diligence employ
Thy statutes to fulfil.

5 O then that thy most holy will
Might o'er my ways preside;
And I the course of all

my

By thy direction guide!

life

"Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her

paths are peace."

HAPPY is the man who hears
Religion's warning voice,

And who celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice.

2 For she has treasures greater far
Than east or west unfold;

More precious are her bright rewards
Than gems, or stores of gold.
3 Her right hand offers to the just
Immortal, happy days;
Her left, imperishable wealth
And heavenly crowns displays.

4 And, as her holy labours rise,
So her rewards increase;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.

"That signs and wonders may be done by the name
of the holy child Jesus."

WH

HAT a strange and wondrous story
From the book of God is read;—

How the Lord of life and glory
Had not where to lay his head :—

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2 How he left his throne in heaven,
Here to suffer, bleed, and die,
That my soul might be forgiven,
And ascend to God on high!

3 Father! let thy Holy Spirit
Still reveal a Saviour's love,
And prepare me to inherit

Glory where he reigns above.

4 There, with saints and angels dwelling,
May I that great love proclaim,

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And with them be ever telling

All the wonders of his name.

"The child grew, and waxed strong in spirit, filled
with wisdom; and the grace of God was upon
him."

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Y cool Siloam's shady rill
How fair the lily grows !

How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon's dewy rose.

2 Lo! such the child, whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay;

The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away.

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man's maturer age

Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,
And stormy passion's rage.

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5 0 thou, whose infant feet were found
Within thy Father's shrine,

Whose years, with changeless virtue crown'd,
Were all alike divine:

6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath,
We seek thy grace alone,

In childhood, manhood, age and death,
To keep us still thine own.

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"Little children, keep yourselves from idols."

6s. 5s.

JE

ESU, meek and gentle,
Son of God most high,
Pitying, loving Saviour,
Hear thy children's cry.
2 Pardon our offences,
Loose our captive chains,
Break down every idol
Which our soul detains.

3 Give us holy freedom,
Fill our hearts with love;
Draw us, holy Jesus,

To the realms above.

4 Lead us on our journey,
Be thyself the way
Through terrestrial darkness
To celestial day.

5 Jesus, meek and gentle,
Son of God most high,
Pitying, loving Saviour,
Hear thy children's cry.

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"Of such is the kingdom of God."

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THINK when I read that sweet story of

I old,

When Jesus was here among men,

How he called little children as lambs to his

fold,

I should like to have been with them then.

2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my head,

That his arms had been thrown around me,

And that I might have seen his kind look when he said,

Let the little ones come unto me.

3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go,
And ask for a share of his love;
And if I thus earnestly seek him below,
I shall see him and hear him above,

4 In that beautiful place he has gone to prepare For all who are washed and forgiven;

And many dear children shall be with him there,

For of such is the kingdom of heaven.

5 But thousands and thousands who wander and

fall,

Never heard of that heavenly home;

I wish they could know there is room for them

all,

And that Jesus has bid them to come.