2. 'Twill save us from a thousand snares

To mind religion young,
Grace will preserve our following years,

And make our virtues strong. 3 To thee, Almighty God, to thee,

Our childhood we resign; 'Twill please us to look back and see

That our whole lives were thine.
4 O let the work of prayer and praise,

Employ my youngest breath:
Thus I'm prepar'd for longer days,

Or fit for early death.

106.

C. M. High in the shining courts above,

God reigns the sov'reign king, And angels round his throne of love, Loud

hallelujahs sing. 2 He sees where children's hearts unite,

And form a social band; And Jesus ever takes delight

To guide them with his hand. 3 Oh! did the young around, but know

How great their pleasures are ; They would each sinful joy forego,

And seek such bliss to share.

107.

S. M. Le little children learn

God's holy name to praise : And with the eye of faith discern

The guardian of their days. 2 Let morning, noon, and night,

With every act proclaim, That God's their first, their chief delight,

And Christ their only aim. 3 Let love of peace and joy,

The spring of life engage; Nor let earth’s vanities destroy The hope of riper age. 108.

C. M.
There is a path that leads to God;

All others go astray;
Narrow, but pleasant is the road,

And Christians love the way. 2 It leads straight through this world of sin;

And dangers must be past;
But those who boldly walk therein

Will come to heaven at last. 3 While the broad road where thousands go,

Lies near, and opens fair ; And many turn aside, I know,

To walk with sinners there.

4 But, lest my feeble steps should slide

Or wander from thy way,
Lord, condescend to be my guide,

And I shall never stray.

TIME UNCERTAIN.

109.

S. M.
My life's a narrow span,

A short uncertain day,
And if I reach the

age
of

man,
It soon will pass away.
2 I may, for aught I know,

This hour the summons hear, That calls me where the wicked go,

Or where the saints appear. 3 Teach me with all my heart,

Thy mercy to embrace,
And now from ev'ry sin depart,

To seize the time of grace. of My soul from ruin save,

And clcanso my ev'ry stain ; Then shall I triumph o'or the grave,

And paradise regain.

110.

C. M.
Swift, as the winged arrow flies,

My time is hast'ning on;
Quick, as the lightning from the skies,

My wasting moments run.
2 My follios past, O God, forgive ;

My ev'ry sin subdue ;
And teach me henceforth how to live,

With glory in my view.
3 'Twere better I had not been born,

Than live without thy fear;
For they are wretched and forlorn,

Who have their portion here. 4 0! let thy Spirit lead me still,

Along the happy road;
Conform me to thy holy will,
My father and my God!
111.

C. M.
And now another hour is past,

Of kind instruction given;
And this, perhaps, may be the last,

On this side hell or heaven. 2 And is it so? How dread the thought,

And yet indeed how true!
If I could feel it as I ought

This day, what should I do?

3 Oh! surely prize it more and more,

And pray that God would give
A death of gain, if life be o'er,

And blessing if I live.

112.

S. M.
Dear youth, repeat his praise,

Whose mercies are so great,
Whoso anger is so slow to rise,

So ready to abate.

2 The pity of the Lord,

To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel :

He knows our feeble frame.

3 Our days are as the grass,

Or like the morning flower; If one sharp wind sweep o'er the field,

It withers in an hour.

4 But thy compassions, Lord,

To ondless years endure, And children, young as we, may find

Thy word of promise sure.