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HYMN 497. L. M. [ #or b ]

For religious Schools. 1 O LORD, to thee we raise our song,

To thee address our humble prayer, To whom our lives and strength belong ;-

O make us all thy special care. 2 We thank thee for thy tender grace,

With which our infant minds are stored, And taught to seek thy lovely face,

And learn our duty from thy word. 3 O may we ne'er abuse the day

On which the Friend of children rose, Nor waste our time in sinful play,

And multiply our earthly woes. 4 But teach us all to read thy word,

And write thy precepts on our hearts : Thus lead us in thy doctrine, Lord,

Which peace, and joy and life imparts.

HYMN 498. 8 & 7s. M. [#]

Children's Prayer.
1 GOD of mercy and of wisdom,

Hear thy children's lisping cry;
Let thy presence, Lord, be with them,

Teaching lessons from on high.
2 Here, beneath thy wing, we seat us,

Up to heaven for wisdom look;
Lord, in mercy deign to meet us,

Meet us in thy sacred Book.

3 Since thy truth doth gild its pages,

May that truth, Lord, make us free;
On the Rock of endless ages

Let our faith established be.
4 To our faith we'll add the graces,

Virtue, knowledge, patience, love :
When on earth we leave our places,

Raise us all to seats above.

HYMN 499. L. M. [#]

Youthful Remembrance of God. 1 In the soft season of thy youth,

In nature's early, smiling bloom,
Ere age arrive, and trembling wait

Its summons to the silent tomb ;2 Remember thy Creator, God;

For him thy nobler powers employ Make him thy Fear, thy Love, thy Hope,

Thy Confidence, and highest Joy. 3 He shall defend and guide thy course

Through life's uncertain, stormy sea,
Till thou art landed on the shore

Of glorious immortality.
4 Then early seek the Lord, and choose

The path of wisdom and of truth :
The earth affords no lovelier sight
Than a discreet, religious youth.

HYMN 500. C. M. [#]

God's Word the best Guide of Youth. 1 The morn of life, how fair and gay !

How cheering and how new!

What hopes illume each opening day,

And brighten every view !
2 Youth's ardent mind, with joy elate,

Elastic and sincere,
Suspects no ills that may await,

Nor yields a thought to fear.
3 But slippery is the path they tread,

In pleasure's dangerous way;
A thousand snares around them spread,

And oft their feet betray. 4 How shall they, then, their course pursue

Through life's uncertain road?
What friendly hand will point their view

To duty and to God?
5 In God's own word the way is sure,

And clear to every eye;
It leads us in a path secure

To brighter worlds on high.

HYMN 501. H. M. [#]

Youth exhorted to Virtue.
1 EARLY in life's young days

Let each unsullied youth
Seek wisdom's peaceful ways,

And walk the path of truth:
There streams of purest pleasure flow;
There honours bloom, and virtues grow.
2 Be God's all-perfect Son

Thy Pattern and thy Guide;
Let all his will be done,

Nor trust a friend beside:

Then shalt thou heave no guilty sighs,
No tears of anguish drown thine eyes. .
3 His footsteps ever trace

With vigour and delight;
He'll lead thee by his grace,

Protect thee by his might,
And safe through all this dreary waste
Conduct thee on to endless rest.


HYMN 502. L. P. M. [#]

Thanksgiving for national Prosperity. 1 How rich thy gifts, Almighty King! From thee our public blessings spring;

Extended trade, the fruitful skies,
The treasures liberty bestows,
The endless joys the gospel shows,

All from thy boundless goodness rise. 2 Here commerce spreads the wealthy store, Which pours from every foreign shore;

Science and art their charms display ;
Religion teaches us to raise
Our voices to our Maker's praise,

As truth and conscience point the way. 3 With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs;

Here still may God in mercy reign;

Crown our just counsels with success,
With peace and joy our borders bless,

And all our sacred rights maintain.

HYMN 503. L. M. [#]

Annual Thanksgiving.
1 Great God, let all our tunesul powers

Awake, and sing thy mighty name :
Thy hand rolls on our circling hours,—

The hand from which our being came. 2 Seasons and moons, revolving round

In beauteous order, speak thy praise ;
And years, with smiling mercy crowned,

To thee successive honours raise. 3 To thee we raise the annual song;

To thee the grateful tribute give;
Our God doth still our years prolong,

And midst unnumbered deaths we live. 4 Each changing season on our souls

Its sweetest, kindest influence sheds ;
And every period, as it rolls,

Showers countless blessings on our heads. 5 Our lives, our health, our friends, we owe

All to thy vast, unbounded love;
Ten thousand precious gifts below,

And hope of nobler joys above.

HYMN 504. H. M. [#]

Thanksgiving. 1 To thee, eternal King,

We raise our thankful eyes,

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