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The love of worldly pleasures
Is not the love for me;
The soul needs richer treasures,
We find them, Lord, in thee.
All low enjoyments I resign,
My soul is fill'd with love divine;
Love endless, boundless, free,
O that's the love for me.
The crown that worldlings covet,
- Is not the crown for me;
Though princes now may love it,
- At last 'twill worthless be.
But there's a crown for christian strifo,
A fadeless crown, the crown of life,
Bright through eternity,
· O that's the crown for me.
The hope of earthly glory
Is not the hope for me:
To live in song and story,
! What better should I be?
But there's a hope of endless bliss,
The hope to dwell where Jesus is, '.
From sin and sorrow free,
O that's the hope for me.
Lord, thou hast won. C. P. M.
Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield, My
If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll, And
heart, by mighty grace compell’d, Surrenders all to thee; lightnings flash to blast my soul, I still had stubborn been
Against thy terrors long I strove, But who can stand aBut mercy has my heart subdued, A bleeding Saviour
BENEFIT OF RELIGIOUS INSTRUCTION.
Teachers and Children.
Now let our hearts unite to raise
A cheerful anthem to his praise,
Our Father, God above;
Let music, as sweet incense, rise,
In grateful accents, to the skies,
A chant of joy and love!
Thus brought before our Father's face,
May we display each childlike grace
To his heart-searching view!
· O, help us, Father, to fulfil
Thy wise and ever-gracious will,
In all we say or do.
We thank thee, Father, if our care,
Blest by thy answers to our prayer,
Hath reared this flock for thee:
O, be thy blessing on them yet!
0, may these fond hearts ne'er forget
How much they owe to thee!
How vicious, wretched, might we be,
If growing up from infancy
In Christian truth untaught!
But now devoted, Lord, to thee,
In faith, and love, and purity.
How happy is our lot!
Teachers and Children.
Then, with united heart and voice,
In thy loved presence we rejoice,
And thus our prayers ascend :
O, when we all appear above,
May'st thou confirm our mutual love,
And all find thee their Friend'!
Music- God save the king."
My country 1 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty
of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died ! Land of the
pilgrim's pride! From every mountain-side, Let freedom ring.
My native country! thee
Land of the noble free-
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills,
My heart with rapture thrills,
Like that above.
Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake,
Let all that breathe partake,
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.
Our fathers' God! to thee
Author of liberty!
To thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King!
Let the still air rejoice,
Be every youthful voice
Blended in one:
While we renew our strain
To him, with joy, again,
Who sends the evening rain,
And morning sun.
His hand in beauty gives
Each flower and plant that lives,
Each sunny rill;
Springs ! which our footsteps meet, -
Fountains ! our lips to greet,-
Waters! whose taste is sweet,
On rock and bill.
Each summer bird that sings
Drinks from dear Nature's springs
Her early dewi
And the refreshing shower
Falls on each herb and flower,
Giving it life and power,
Fragrant and new.
So let each faithful child
Drink of this fountain mild,
From early youth ;
Then shall the song we raiso
Be heard in future days,
Ours be the pleasant ways