you ihful hearts to cheer. Our youth-ful hearts to cheer.

2. Thanks to the God of heaven-
Kind guardian of our race-
For all the favors given,
Beneath his smiling face:

For health, and strength, and reason,
And friendship unalloyed;
And every pleasant season
In Sunday-schools enjoyed.

8. Thanks for the kind protection
God's arm has throwu around;
And for that sweet affection,
He causes to abound,

In those who'er watching o'er us,
With many an anxious sigh,
Are seeking to allure us

To peace and heavenly joy.

4. May God, with many a blessing,
Reward their toil and care;

And hear them while addressing
His throne in fervent prayer;
And may his love constraining,
Our youthful spirits bow;
And grace, for ever reigning,

Our inmost souls endow.

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HYMN. "How sweet to be allowed to pray." C. M.

1. How sweet to be allowed to pray, Το

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God, the Holy One, With filial love and

trust to say,

O God, thy will be done.

2. We in these sacred words can find
A cure for every ill;

They calm and soothe the troubled mind,
And bid all care be still.

3. O, let that will, which gave me breath
And an immortal soul,

In joy or grief, in life or death,
My every wish control.

4. O, teach my heart the blessed way
To imitate thy Son!

Teach me, O God, in truth to pray,
"Thy will, not mine, be done.'

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ARLINGTON. C. M.

DR. ARNE.

1. To Sun-day School! to Sun-day School! Come,

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children, haste a - way; Be ear - ly at the

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Sun-day School, And never cause de lay.

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2. To Sunday School! to Sunday School!
Mind all you do and say;

Good children at the Sunday School
Will listen, learn, obey.

3. To Sunday School! to Sunday School!
It is the place of praise;

With heart and voice, at Sunday School,
Your hymns in concert raise.

4. To Sunday School! to Sunday School!
It is the place of prayer;

Think, while you pray at Sunday School,
That God beholds you there.

Pity reigneth in thy bosom, Kindness reigneth o'er thy heart, Gentle Never wea-ry of well-doing, Nev-er fear-ful of the end, Claiming INST.

D.O. AL FINE, with FULL CHORUS.
RALL.

tho'ts a lone can sway thee, Judgment hath in thee no part. all man-kind as brothers, Thou dost all mankind be

CRES.

friend.