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2 God scorns not humble things;

Here, though the proud despise,
The children of the King of kings
Are training for the skies.

7s. M.

Sabbath School Dymn.

1 SUPPLIANT, lo! thy children bend,
Father, for thy blessing now;
Thou canst teach us, guide, defend,-
We are weak, almighty thou.

2 With the peace thy word imparts,
Be the taught and teacher blest;
In their lives, and on their hearts,
Father, be thy laws imprest.

3 Pour into each longing mind

Light and knowledge from above:
Charity for all mankind

Trusting faith, enduring love.

4 Here, in joy's triumphant day,
Still may grateful hearts arise,
Bright with rapture's kindling ray,
Purely, fondly to the skies.

5 Here, in sorrow's chastening hour,
May thy word its light diffuse;
Fresh'ning as the vernal shower,
Peaceful as the silent dews.

GREY.

6 Grant us spirits lowly, pure,

Errors pardoned, sins forgiven:
Humble trust, obedience sure,
Love to man, and faith to Heaven.

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7s. M.

WARREN ST. COL.

The Christian Child.

1 CHILD! to thee the loved of Heaven,
Boundless power to improve is given;
Rise to meet temptation's power;
Stand, in passion's wildest hour.

2 Fast as danger round thee grows
Gather strength from conquered foes;
Tread the path the Leader trod,
Pressing on to peace, to God.

3 Pause not, rest not, yield not now,
Soon the crown shall grace thy brow;
Child of Heaven! then fix thine eyes
Onward! onward to the prize.

8 & 7s. M.

S. S. H. Book.

Example of Christ.

1 JESUS CHRIST, my Lord and Saviour,

Once became a child like me;

O that in my whole behaviour
He my pattern still may be.

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2 If my feelings are not holy,

Pride and passion dwell within;
But the Lord was meek and lowly,
And was never known to sin.

3 While I'm often vainly trying

Some new pleasure to possess,
He was always self-denying,
Patient in his worst distress.

4 Lord, assist a feeble creature,

Guide me by thy word of truth;
Condescend to be my teacher

Through my childhood and my youth.

L. M.

S. S. H. Book.

God - Our Father.

1 GREAT God! and wilt thou condescend

To be my Father and my Friend?
I but a child, and thou so high,
The Lord of earth, and air, and sky!

2 Art thou my Father? — Let me be
A meek, obedient child to thee;
And try, in every deed and thought,
To serve and please thee as I ought.

3 Art thou my Father? - I'll depend
Upon the care of such a friend;
And only wish to do and be,
Whatever seemeth good to thee.

4 Art thou my Father?- Then, at last, When all my days on earth are past, Send down, and take me, in thy love, To be thy better child above.

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Sickness and Death.

11s. M.

MUHLENBERG.

Would not Live Alway.

1 I would not live alway: I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;
I would not live alway: no -welcome the tomb,
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom.

2 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode ! Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns;

3 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the life of the soul!