2 A cloud of witnesses around 3 'Tis God's all-animating voice 4 That prize, with peerless glories bright, 20 what a night was that which wrapt 3 This day be grateful homage paid, 4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join Which scatters blessings from its wings BARBAULD. 1 My God, who makes the sun to know His proper hour to rise, And to give light to all below Doth send him round the skies. 2 When from the chambers of the east, 2 Lo, such the child whose early feet, 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 Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 5 O Thou! who giv'st us life and breath, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, 49. HEBER. 1 How happy those dear children were Whom Jesus took and blessed: 2 How powerful was that prayer to bring All blessings from above! How sure to lead them to the spring Of everlasting love! 3 How mighty to preserve from sin 4 But, thanks unto the children's Friend, He is the same to-day, As when he thus refused to send 50. 1 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand 2 "Suffer the little ones," he says, "Forbid them not to come; Of such is heaven; and souls like these 3 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear; Whom, when he breathed the fervent prayer, And fly with transport to receive He folded to his breast! The blessings of his grace. . 2 We in these sacred words can find They calm and soothe the troubled mind, 3 O let that will, which gave me breath In joy or grief, in life or death, My every wish control. 4 O teach my heart the blessed way To imitate thy Son! Teach me, O God, in truth to pray, "Thy will, not mine, be done." 52. FOLLEN. 4 Accept the humble sacrifice And when to worlds above we rise, 53. 1 Another hand is beckoning us, And glows once more with angel steps 2 O, half we deemed she needed not Children dedicating themselves to the Lord. 3 Unto our Father's will alone 1 O Lord, we're taught thy name to fear, We're taught thy name to love: What shall we do? How live while here, To gain a crown above? 2 We would give up our youthful days, Our feeble pow'rs, our words and ways, 3 Our thoughts, affections, all we are, To be the children of thy care, And walk with thee in light. One thought hath reconciled; 4 Fold her, O Father in thine arms, A messenger of love between Our human hearts and thee. 5 Still let her mild rebukings stand WHITTIER. |