2 Our feeble voice and childish thought
Can never praise thee as they ought;
Nor can our lips by words express
The tribute of our thankfulness.
3 But thou, O Lord, in ancient days,
From children hast perfected praise,
And still thy condescending love
Will childhood's gratitude approve.

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Prayer and praise.

L.M.

THOU, whom high archangels praise,
Whose glory shines with brightest rays,

To thee our grateful hymns we tune,
For none can sing thy praise too soon.
20 may thy grace be all our joy,
Let gratitude our tongues employ,
And lead young children, frail and weak,
Thy praise to sing, thy face to seek.
3 Deny us not our earnest prayer,
That we may all thy favour share;
Be led to each good work and word,
As faithful servants of the Lord.

4 And bless our teachers, parents, friends;
And grant, where'er thy name extends,
That heathen children, too, may bring
Their songs of praise to Israel's king.

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Invitation to praise.

C. M.

COME. let us join the hosts above,
Now in our youthful days;

Remember our Creator's love,
And lisp our Father's praise.

2 His majesty will not despise
The day of feeble things;
Grateful the songs of children rise,
And please the King of kings.

3 He loves to be remembered thus,
And honoured for his grace;
Out of the mouths of babes like us
His wisdom calls forth praise.
Glory to God, and praise and power,
Honour and thanks be given!
Children and cherubim adore
The Lord of earth and heaven.

C. M.

19 Praise from a renewed heart. ITO thee, my Shepherd and my Lord, A grateful song I'll raise;

Oh let the feeblest of thy flock
Attempt to speak thy praise.

2 But how shall childhood's tongue express A subject so divine?

How shall we love thee as we ought,
Or praise a love like thine?

3 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe
To this amazing love;

Ten thousand thousand comforts here,
And nobler bliss above.

4 To thee my trembling spirit flies,
With sin and grief oppressed;
Thy gentle voice dispels my fears,
And lulls my cares to rest.

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Prayer and praise.

C. M.

HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and prayer
In heaven, thy dwelling place,"

From children made thy gracious care,
And taught to seek thy face.

2 Thanks for thy word and for thy day;
And help us, we implore,

That we may never waste in play
Thy holy Sabbath more.

3 Thanks that we hear; but oh! impart
To each, desire sincere

That we may listen with our heart,
And learn as well as hear.

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HU

Infant praise.

UMBLE praises, holy Jesus,
Infant voices raise to Thee;
In thy arms, O Lord, receive us,
Suffer us thy lambs to be.

2 Blessed Saviour! thou hast bidden
Babes like us to come to thee;
Once by thy disciples chidden,
Thou didst bless such ones as we.
3 Thanks to thee, who treely gave us
Thy exalted Son to die;

From eternal death to save us;
Glory be to God on high!

22 Hosannas in the temple

WH

8.7.

C. M.

HEN Jesus to the temple came,
The voice of praise was heard;
The little children owned his claim,
And in his train appeared.

2 Hosannas made the temple ring,
For many tongues agreed:
Hosanna to the heavenly King!
To David's promised seed.

30 let those scenes be now renewed,
Where children lisp thy praise!
Thou art as powerful and as good
As in the former days.

4 Dwell by thy Spirit in our hearts,
And this will loose our tongues;
The love that heavenly truth imparts
Will animate our songs.

23 Children praising the Saviour. C. M. HOSANNAS were by children sung

When Jesus was on earth;

Then surely we are not too young
To sound his praises forth.

2 The Lord is great, the Lord is good;
He feeds us from his store

With earthly and with heavenly food;
We'll praise him evermore.

3 We thank him for his gracious word;
We thank him for his love;
We'll sing the praises of our Lord,
Who reigns in heaven above.

IIVE thanks to God most high,

G The universal Lord;

The sovereign King of kings;
And be his grace adored.

P.M.

Thy inercy, Lord, And ever sure
Shall still endure,

Abides thy word.

2 How mighty is his hand!

What wonders hath he done! He formed the earth and seas,

And spread the heavens alone.

His power and grace

Are still the same;

3 He saw the nations lie, All perishing in sin,

And let his name

Have endless praise.

And pitied the sad state

The ruined world was in.

Thy mercy, Lord, And ever sure

Shall still endure,

Abides thy word.

4. He sent his only Son

To save us from our wo, From Satan, sin, and death, And every hurtful foe.

His power and grace And let his name

2

3

Are still the same,

Have endless praise

Praise for the Sabbath.

S. M.

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THE Sabbath of the Lord,

The Sabbath is our day;

For then we read and hear God's word,
We learn to praise and pray.

That day with songs we bless,
It hath the light of seven,

When Christ, the Sun of Righteousness,
Shines on our path to heaven.

Ours is the Sabbath-school;
Its lessons may we prize,
And grow by every gospel rule
Unto salvation wise.

So all our lives below,

In wisdom's pleasant ways,
The fruits of Sabbath-schools will show
The bliss of Sabbath-days.

5 Lord of the Sabbath! send

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Prosperity and peace,

Till tasks and teaching here shall end,
Tongues fail, and knowledge cease;

Then heaven itself shall be

One Sabbath-school above, And undisturbed eternity, One Sabbath-day of love.