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

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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!

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S. M.

MONTGOMERY.

The Essues of Life and Death.

1 0 WHERE shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?

"T were vain the ocean-depths to sound,

Or pierce to either pole:

2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh;
"T is not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears,
There is a life above,

Unmeasured by the flight of years:
And all that life is love:

4 There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath;
O what appalling horrors hang
Around the 'second death!'

5 Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be banished from thy face,
And utterly undone.

6 Here would we end our quest;

Alone are found in thee

The life of perfect love, the rest

Of immortality.