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Close of School.
1 Now is done the time of teaching;
Ended is the hour we love;
Still the voice of friends beseeching
Bids us seek the joys above,-
Precious Sabbaths!
Swiftly, O they swiftly move!
2 Wake, then, every tender feeling,
Ere from school we go away;
Saviour, come, thy grace revealing,
Every troubled thought allay;
Make us holy,
On the sacred Sabbath day.
3 Soon our Sabbaths will be ended,
All our Sabbath-schools be past,
Like the leaf, to earth descended,
Withered in the autumn blast;
Life is passing,
We must see the grave at last.
4 Then may heaven be beaming o'er us,
With its sunny glories bright;
And with millions, saved before us,
May we join in worlds of light,
Praising Jesus,
Where the Sabbath knows no night.
1 HARK! the Sabbath bells are ringing!
Let us haste without delay;
Prayers of thousands now are winging
Up to heaven their silent way.
2 'Tis an hour of happy greeting,
When we meet for praise and prayer;
But the hour is short and fleeting;
Let us, then, be early there.
3 Do not keep our teachers waiting,
While you tarry by the way;
Nor disturb the school reciting;
"Tis the holy Sabbath day.
4 Children, haste; the bells are ringing,
And the morning 's bright and fair;
Thousands now are joined in singing;
Thousands, too, in solemn prayer.
1 I LOVE to have the Sabbath come;
I love to rise and quit my home,
And haste to school with cheerful air,
To meet my friends and teachers there.
2 'Tis here I'm always taught to pray
That God would bless me day by day;
And safely guard and guide me still,
And ever help to do his will.
3 'Tis here I sing a Saviour's love,
That brought him from his throne above;
'Tis here I seek my Father's face;
'Tis here I learn each Christian grace.
4 This day be given to God alone;
He claims the Sabbath as his own;
O may we all the time improve,
To grow in wisdom and in love.
The Song of Children. — MRS. T. P. S.
1 ONCE was heard the song of children
By the Saviour when on earth;
Joyful in the sacred temple
Shouts of youthful praise had birth,
And hosannas
Loud to David's Son broke forth.
2 Palms of victory strewn around him,
Garments spread beneath his feet,
Prophet of the Lord they crowned him,
In fair Salem's crowded street;
While hosannas
From the lips of children greet.
3 Blessed Saviour, now triumphant,
Glorified and throned on high,
Mortal lays from man or infant,
Vain to tell thy praises try;
But hosannas
Swell the chorus of the sky.
4 God o'er all in heaven reigning,
We this day thy glory sing;
Not with palms thy pathway strewing;
We would loftier tribute bring-
Glad hosannas
To our Prophet, Priest, and King.
5 0, though humble is our offering,
Deign accept our grateful lays;
These from children once proceeding,
Thou didst deem "perfected praise.'
Now hosannas,
Saviour, Lord, to thee we raise.
1 O LORD, behold us at thy feet,
A needy, sinful band;
As suppliants round thy mercy-seat,
We come at thy command.
2 'Tis for our children we would plead,
The offspring thou hast given;
Where shall we go, in time of need,
But to the God of heaven?
3 We ask not for them wealth or fame,
Amid the worldly strife;
But, in the all-prevailing Name,
We ask eternal life.
4 We crave the Spirit's quickening grace,
To make them pure in heart;
That they may stand before thy face,
And see thee as thou art.
Parental Solicitude. Esther viii. 6.-CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.
1 How can we see the children, Lord,
Thou hast in mercy given,
Remain regardless of thy word,
Without a hope of heaven?
2 How can we see them tread the path
That leads to endless death;
Thus adding to thy fearful wrath,
With every moment's breath?
3 Lord, hear the parents' earnest cry,
And save our children dear;
Now send thy Spirit from on high,
And fill them with thy fear.
4 Oh, make them love thy holy law,
And joyful walk therein:
Their hearts to new obedience draw;
Save them from every sin.
Prayer for Children. -MOTHER'S HYMN Boox.
1 WITHIN these quiet walls, O Lord,
A fond maternal band
Have met, thy goodness to record,
And seek thy guiding hand.
2 Oft when we talk, our burning hearts.
Break from the earth away;
While faith its holy strength imparts,
And hope its heavenly ray.
3 If e'er a mother's prayerful strain
Hath gained thy listening ear,
O! Saviour, now in mercy deign
Our ardent cry to hear.
4 'Tis for our children, Lord, we plead,
Dear objects of our care:
Dangers on every side are spread;
Save them from every snare.
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