cheer-i-ly, cheer-i-ly, sing La, la.When we can roam in cheer-i-ly, cheer-i-ly, sing La, la. And fine in all the cheer-i-ly, cheer-i-ly, sing La, la. And wake a joyous

126 Why have we lips, if not to sing? L.M.

From the Sabbath School Lute-by permission.

Why were our curious bodies made,
And every part in order laid?
Why, but that each of us might stand,
A living wonder of his hand?

Why have we souls, if not to know
The God from whom our mercies flow?
Sure, this can never be our lot,

Like senseless brutes to know him not!
Then lift the heart and voice to sing
The honors of our heavenly King;
And in your lives display the grace,
That circles all our feeble race.

THE HALLOWED PLACE.

What glorious truths float round us here,
Within this sacred house of prayer!
They mingle with the pealing bell,
And with the stately organ's swell.

Our dear Redeemer died for all,
The dweller of the hut and hall;
None are too lowly for his love,
None are too high to mount above.

Oh let us think, from day to day,
While, treading on our busy way,
We meet our brother scarred with sin,
Our blessed Saviour died for him.

And grateful should our spirits be,
He blessed such little ones as we;
High may our feeble voices rise,
To blend with notes beyond the skies.

THE PRIVILEGES OF YOUTH.

We are but young, yet we may sing
The praises of our heavenly King;
His children live beneath his eye,
And children's thoughts can soar on high.

We are but young, but here in youth
We learn the words of Christian truth;
Christ is to us the life, the way,-
O, let us all his words obey!

We are but young, -we need a guide,
In Jesus would our souls confide;
O, lead us in the paths of truth,
Protect and bless our helpless youth!

We are but young, yet God has shed
Unnumbered blessings on our head;
Then let our youth and riper days
Be all devoted to his praise.

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Music from Juvenile Singing School-by permission.
Allegro. Chorus.

oft-en as the Sabbath comes, AFor this we joy-ful leave our homes, A

Duet.

to school

to school }}'Tis there we learn the

Chorus.

holy truth, That safely guides the feet of youth, A

way to school, away to school, Away, a-way to school.

'Tis there we sweet enjoyment find,
Away, away to school!
And friendly teachers, ever kind,

Away, away to school!
The sportive bird, on airy wing,
Is not than we a happier thing,
Away, away to school!

We would that all our mates would shout,
Away, away to school!

We know the joy they lose without,

Away, away to school!

O could they look within each heart,
They'd see how glad the pulses start,
Away, away to school!

We'll think no more of idle play,
Away, away to school!

But thoughtful there the season stay,

Away, away to school!

And future time the thought will bring,

How joyfully we all did sing,

Away, away to school!