CHILDREN.

4 Lord of all, our hearts' oblation
Now ascends to thee alone;

We would come, with all the nation,
Now to worship at thy throne.
Teachers! will you join the chorus?
Join in hymning forth his praise,
Who, for our redemption, shows us
All the richies of his grace?

TEACHERS AND CHILDREN.

Praise to thee, O Lord, for ever!
Gladly now we all unite;
Praise to thee, O God! the giver,
Blessed Lord, of life and light!
Ransomed nation, spread the story!
Rescued people, ne'er give o'er!
All his grace, and all his glory,
O proclaim for evermore!

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E seem to hear a voice of praise,

WE

Here, 'mid the leafy bowers;

From murmuring streams whose crystal

maze

Doth cheer the thirsty flowers.

2 But louder where yon lofty trees
By summer's hand are drest;
It swells on every gentle breeze,
From bough, and spray, and nest.

3 But if the things by nature taught
Pour music o'er the sod,

How high should rise our raptured thought, Who learn the word of God!

4 To us he speaks, from morning's cell,
From evening's dewy sphere;
And when the holy Sabbath bell
Salutes the Christian's ear.

5 To us he speaks, he guides our choice
By heaven's own book divine;
And aids our teacher's much-loved voice
To fix each treasured line.

6 To us he speaks, and we in praise
Would still our offering bring;
Here, where creation joins our lays,
And there, where angels sing.

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Christ the Source of Blessings.

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IE moon and planets, while they run
Their circles round the night,

Receive their lustres from the sun,
Source of created light.

2 Angels and saints on earth, alone,
Beauty and bliss obtain,

From him that sits upon the throne,
The Lamb that once was slain.

3 0 Sun of righteousness, impart
Thy glorious light divine;
On every school, in every heart,
Arise, and ever shine.

4 Still may we, Lord, drawn by thy love,
Our source, attraction, end,

Round thee, our sun, perpetual move;
To thee, our centre, tend.

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NOT by the brazen trumpet's voice,

But the sweet skylark's early lay
Our schools are summoned to rejoice
In God their Saviour, on this day.
2 Then, in the temple of the Lord,

Assembling round the throne of grace, We sing, and pray, and hear the word, And see our glorious Maker's face.

3 Salvation's silver trumpet brings

Heaven's richest music to our ears; Happy, whose heart with rapture springs At the first welcome note he hears,

4 He, when the last dread trumpet's tone
The dead to second life shall call,
May stand unmoved before the throne,
While stars like lightnings round him fall.

5 He, where eternal Sabbaths shine,

Where all by God himself are taught Lessons shall learn of truth divine, Of power and love, surpassing thought.

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The End of Time.

L. M.

1 TIME grows not old with length of years; Changes he brings, but changes not;

New born each moment he appears;
We run our race, and are forgot.

2 Stars in their yearly rounds return,
As from eternity they came,

And to eternity might burn;

We are not for one hour the same.

3 Spring flowers renew their wild perfume,
But ere a second spring they fly;
Our life is longer than their bloom,
Our bloom is fresher, yet we die.

The stars like flowers, have but their day,
And time, like stars, shall cease to roll;
We have what never can decay,

A living and immortal soul!

5 Great God! when time shall end his flight,
Stars set and flowers revive no more,
May we behold thy face in light,
Thy love in Christ may we adore.

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God's Works praise him. S. M.

TEN thousand different flowers

To thee sweet offerings bear;
And cheerful birds in shady bowers
Sing forth thy tender care.

The fields on every side,
The trees on every hill;

The glorious sun, the rolling tide,
Proclaim thy wonders still.

3 But trees, and fields, and skies,
Still praise a God unknown;
For gratitude and love can rise
From living hearts alone.

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These living hearts of ours
Thy holy name would bless;

The blossom of ten thousand flowers
Would please the Saviour less.

While earth itself decays,
Our souls can never die;

O tune them all to sing thy praise
In better songs on high.

VARIOUS OCCASIONS AND SUBJECTS.

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Birth-day.

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EAVENLY Father! look on me,

HEA

Now my birth-day's come once more Listen while I pray to thee,

And with infant powers adore.

2 Once I was an infant weak,

Sleeping on my mother's knee; Then I could not walk or speak, Yet thou didst take care of me.

3 Now I run about and talk;

Now I learn to read my book;
Through the fields I now can walk,
On the pretty flowers can look.

4 Bless me now I am a child,

Bless this birth-day, Lord, to me;
Make me good, and wise, and mild,
Make me all that I should be.

SONGS of praise the angels sang,

Heaven with hallelujahs rang,

When Jehovah's work begun,
When he spake and it was done.

2 Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of peace was born;
Songs of praise arose when he
Captive led captivity.

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