Till earth's ev'ry people

Confess thee their God.

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FOR SUNDAY AND CHARITY SCHOOLS.

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HYMN 110.

Children and Congregation.
Children.

OME let our voices join,
In one glad song of praise:

To God, the God of love,

Our grateful hearts we raise:
Congregation.

To God alone your praise belongs;
His love demands your earliest songs.
Children.

2 Now we are taught to read
The book of life divine;
Where our Redeemer's love,
And brightest glories shine:
Congregation.

To God alone the praise is due,
Who sends his word to us and

Children.

3 Within these hallow'd walls,

you.

Our wand'ring feet are brought;
Where pray'r and praise ascend,
And heavenly truths are taught:
Congregation.

To God alone your off'rings bring;
Here in his church his praises sing.

Children.

4 For blessings such as these,
Our gratitude receive;
Lord, here accept our hearts,
"Tis all that we can give:
Congregation.

Great God, accept their infant songs;
To thee alone their praise belongs.

Both.

5 Lord, bid this work of love

Be crown'd with meet success;

(II. 4.)

May thousands yet unborn,

This institution bless:

Thus shall the praise resound to thee,
Now, and through all eternity.

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HYMN 111.

LORY to the Father give,

(II. 1.)

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.

3 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
To the blessed Trinity,

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For the gospel from above,

For the word that "God is love."

THEN Jesus left his heavenly throne,
He chose an humble birth;

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Like us unhonour'd and unknown,

He came to dwell on earth:

2 Like him, may we be found below
In wisdom's paths of peace;
Like him, in grace and knowledge grow
As years and strength increase.

3 Sweet were his words and kind his look,
When mother's round him press'd;

Their infants in his arms he took,
And on his bosom bless'd:

4 Safe from the world's alluring harms,
Beneath his watchful eye,

O, thus encircled in his arms,
May we for ever lie!

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HYMN 113.

ORD, how delightful 'tis to see
A whole assembly worship thee:

(L. M.)

At once they sing, at once they pray;
They hear of heav'n, and learn the way.
2 I have been there, and still would go;
"Tis like a little heaven below;

Not all that earth and sin can say
Shall tempt me to forget this day.
3 O write upon my mem'ry, Lord,
The text and doctrine of thy word;
That I may break thy laws no more,
But love thee better than before.

4 With thoughts of Christ and things divine,
Fill up this sinful heart of mine;

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That, hoping pardon through his blood,
I may lie down and wake with God.

HYMN 114.

ERCY, descending from above,
In softest accents pleads;

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0 may each tender bosom move, When mercy intercedes!

2 Children our kind protection claim, And God will well approve,

When infants learn to lisp his name,

And their Creator love.

3 Delightful work! young souls to win,
And turn the rising race
From the deceitful paths of sin,
To seek their Saviour's face.

4 Almighty God! thine influence shed
To aid this blest design;

The honour of thy name be spread,
And all the glory thine.

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CHARITABLE OCCASIONS.

HYMN 115.

(C. M.)

(C. M.)

LEST is the man whose soft'ning heart
Feels all another's pain;

To whom the supplicating eye

Is never rais'd in vain:

2 Whose breast responds with gen'rous warmth.

A stranger's wo to feel;

Who weeps in pity o'er the wound
He wants the pow'r to heal.

3 To gentle offices of love
His feet are never slow;

He views, through mercy's melting eye,
A brother in a foe.

4 To him protection shall be shown;
And mercy, from above,
Descend on those who thus fulfil
The Christian law of love.

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ICH are the joys which cannot die, With God laid up in store; Treasures beyond the changing sky, Brighter than golden ore.

2 The seeds which piety and love
Have scatter'd here below,

In the fair fertile fields above
To ample harvests grow.

3 The mite my willing hands can give,
At Jesus' feet I lay;

Grace shall the humble gift receive,
Abounding grace repay.

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HYMN 117.

ORD of life, all praise excelling,
Thou, in glory unconfin'd,

Deign'st to make thy humble dwelling
With the poor of humble mind.

2 As thy love, through all creation,
Beams like thy diffusive light;
So the high and humble station
Both are equal in thy sight.

(III. 3.)

3 Thus thy care, for all providing, Warm'd thy faithful prophet's tongue; Who, the lot of all deciding,

To thy chosen Israel sung:

4 When thy harvest yields thee pleasure, Thou the golden sheaf shalt bind;

To the poor belongs the treasure

Of the scatter'd ears behind.

Chorus.

These thy God ordains to bless
The widow and the fatherless.

5 When thine olive plants increasing,
Pour their plenty o'er thy plain,
Grateful, thou shalt take the blessing
But not search the bough again.
Chorus. These, &c.

6 When thy favour'd vintage flowing,
Gladdens thine autumnal scene,
Own the bounteous hand bestowing,
But thy vines the poor shall glean.
Chorus. These, &c.

7 Still we read thy word declaring
Mercy, Lord, thine own decree;
Mercy, ev'ry sorrow sharing,
Warms the heart resembling thee.

8 Still the orphan and the stranger,
Still the widow owns thy care,
Screen'd by thee in every danger,
Heard by thee in every prayer.

Hallelujah. Amen.'

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TO BE USED AT SEA.

HYMN 118.

(L. M.)

OD of the seas! thine awful voice
Bids all the rolling waves rejoice;
And one soft word of thy command
Can sink them silent on the sand.

2 The smallest fish that swims the seas,
Sportful, to thee a tribute pays;
And largest monsters of the deep,
At thy command, or rage or sleep.

3 Thus is thy glorious power ador'd
Among the wat'ry nations, Lord!

Yet men, who trace the dangerous waves, Forget the mighty God who saves!