4 O may thy Spirit. tcach, And make my heart receive, C. M. Who rul'st the world above; Of gratitude and love. Our carly vows we'll pay; We'll thank thee for the day. To us his word has given; A certain path to heaven. 4 Stretch out, O Lord, thy gracious hand, To guide our erring youth ; Where dwells eternal truth. 9. S. M. Wc every good receive ; And by thy grace we live. 2 Thy pitying eye beheld! How wo in darkness lay; That we might read and pray. 30 let us greatly prize These kind instructions given; That guides our fect to heaven. 4 O may thy Spirit bless This learning to our good; The favour of their God. 5 May we and they at las:, At thy right hand appear ; All meet in glory there. 10. C. M. How good are all his ways! Come, sound aloud his praise. 2 Sing, to the honour of his name, How a poor suff'rer cried, Nor was iny suit denied. 3 I told the Lord my sore distress, With heavy groans and tears ; And silenc'd all my fears. Come, learn his pleasant ways, C. M. ALMIGHTY God, while earth and hear'n Thy pow'r and skill proclaim, Wilt thuu permit a child to sing The honour of thy name? The early dawn of op'ning life Has prov'd thy guardian care ; And may I through my future years, Thy grace and goodness sharo. 3 Now may I give myself to thec, And in thy name confide; C. M. And all thy love to me; Are all bestow'd by thee. 2 'Tis thou preservest me from death And dangers ev'ry hour; Unless thou give the pow'r. 3 My health, and friends, and parerts dear, To me by God are givin; But what is sent from heav'n. 4 Such goodness, Lord, and constant care, A child can ne'er repay : To love theo and obey. 13. L. M. Through ev'ry land by cv'ry tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word ; Till suns shall rise and set no more. 3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring, In songs of praise divinoly sing ; 4 In op'ry land begin the song; To ev'ry land the strains belong; C. M. Is thine exalted name! Let men and babes proclaim. The moon that rules the night, And stars that well adorn the sky, Those moving worlds of light: 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, That dwells so far below, That thou shouldst visit him with grace, And love his nature so. Is thine exalted nane ! C. M. Whose mercy knows no end; To him our cheerful voices raise, Nur Father, and our Friend. N |