CHILDREN. 4 Lord of all, our hearts' oblation We would come, with all the nation, TEACHERS AND CHILDREN. Praise to thee, O Lord, for ever! 358 Gcd seen in his Works and Word. C. M 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 3 But if the things by nature taught How high should rise our raptured thought, Who learn the word of God! 4 To us he speaks, from morning's cell, 5 To us he speaks, he guides our choice 6 To us he speaks, and we in praise 359 THE Christ the Source of Blessings. C. M IE moon and planets, while they run Receive their lustres from the sun, 2 Angels and saints on earth, alone, From him that sits upon the throne, 3 0 Sun of righteousness, impart 4 Still may we, Lord, drawn by thy love, Round thee, our sun, perpetual move; 1 360 L. M. NOT by the brazen trumpet's voice, But the sweet skylark's early lay 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 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. 361 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; 2 Stars in their yearly rounds return, And to eternity might burn; We are not for one hour the same. 3 Spring flowers renew their wild perfume, The stars like flowers, have but their day, A living and immortal soul! 5 Great God! when time shall end his flight, 1 2 362 God's Works praise him. S. M. TEN thousand different flowers To thee sweet offerings bear; The fields on every side, The glorious sun, the rolling tide, 3 But trees, and fields, and skies, 4 5 These living hearts of ours The blossom of ten thousand flowers While earth itself decays, O tune them all to sing thy praise VARIOUS OCCASIONS AND SUBJECTS. 363 Birth-day. 7's. 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; 4 Bless me now I am a child, Bless this birth-day, Lord, to me; SONGS of praise the angels sang, Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, 7's. |