40. The Scriptures our Light and Guide. L. M.

51.

When Israel through the desert passed,

A fiery pillar went before,

To guide them through the dreary waste,
And lessen the fatigues they bore.
Such is thy glorious word, O God;
"Tis for our light and guidance given;
It sheds a lustre all abroad,

And points the path to bliss and heaven.

52.

Call to School. 7's & 6's M.

O when the bell is ringing
Upon the Sabbath air,

Our hearts with joy are springing,
To hail our teachers there!
We join the cheerful chorus

Of sweet and solemn praise,
And bless the love that o'er us
Makes happy all our days.
Come hither when the morning

Is hushed and still for prayer;
The slothful's slumber scorning,
Seek thou the Saviour's care.

H. BAGSE

For there's a heartfelt gladness
Which they can only know,
Who, 'mid all joy and sadness,
To our Redeemer go.

Improvement of the Sabbath. L. M.

Assembled in our school once more,
God's gracious blessings we implore:
We meet to learn, and sing, and pray:
May he be with us through this day.

If we attend with humble mind,
And seek instruction, we shall find:
Then, while we hear the sacred page,
O may its truth our hearts engage!

These Sabbath days will soon be o'er,
And we shall come to school no more;
We would not then endure the pain
Of having spent our time in vain.

The Sabbath School. C. M. MRS. E. R. PIERCH.

We've gathered from the fields of life
Within our Father's fold,

Where not a thought of sin or pain

Blends with the joy untold.

We've brought our happy, thankful hearts,
To swell the joyous song,

Which gushes in unceasing praise
Up from the angel throng.

And hark! our Father's voice responds,
"Sing on, ye guileless band;,
Your cheerful notes are clearly heard
Within the spirit land."

So let us keep our heart-strings tuned,
That when our voices rise,
They will not die upon the air,
But swell beyond the skies.

55.

The Chanting Cherubs.

Music's the language of cherubs in glory
Chanting the praise of the Wonderful Child;
Telling in melody Bethlehem's story,

Hymning the triumphs of earth's Undefiled.
Hark! on our ears breaks the many-tongued chorus;
Minstrels celestial in vision we see ;

Winged voices scatter the Saviour's word o'er us,"Suffer little children to come unto me."

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Music binds children to cherubs in glory,
Chanting the blessed One's praises on high;
Catch we their glad strains, repeat we their story;
Back from young lips let the wingéd sounds fly.
Sweetest and best of the words that resounded
From Olivet's Mount, or by Galilee's Sea;
List! he repeats them, by cherubs surrounded, -
"Suffer little children to come unto me."

56.

The Sunday School. L. M.

I love to join the joyful play,
To sport beside the shady pool,
To watch the birds soar far away;
But more I love the Sunday school.

For there I meet my teacher's smile,
And read and learn the holy book;
And O, my heart doth feel the while,
That God is pleased on us to look!

And when we lift to heaven the prayer,
And hymns to our Redeemer raise,
It seems to me that God is there,

To hear us pray, and sing his praise.

While others slight this holy day,
And shun, the gospel's joyful sound,
O, may I cleave to wisdom's way,
And ever in my class be found."

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Prayer in School. C. M.

When in the Sabbath School we pray,
As we are taught to do,

God will not answer what we say,
Unless we feel it too.

Yet foolish thoughts our hearts beguile,
And, when we pray or sing,
We're often thinking, all the while,
About some other thing.

O, let us never, never dare

To act the trifler's part,

Or think that God will hear a prayer
That comes not from the heart!

But if we make his ways our choice,
As holy children do,

Then, while we seek him with our voice,
Our hearts will love him too.

Chorus Song.

H. BACON.

Children all!

Arise at call!

And be singing happily!

Look aright,

What a sight,

Like a range of roses bright;
Or like gay and happy bird,

With his wings by music stirred,

Follow now, as we bow, singing merrily,

Singing merrily, merrily, merrily,

Singing merrily, merrily, merrily.

Follow now, as we bow, singing merrily.

Other than right merrily,

While we keep

All asleep

Passions that would make us weep;

And are ever careful too,

What the path we do pursue.

Follow now, as we bow, singing merrily,
Singing, &c.

59.

Children Exhorted. 8's & 7's M.

Children, hear the melting story

Of the Lamb that once was slain
'Tis the Lord of life and glory:
Shall he plead with you in vain?
O receive him, O receive him,
And salvation now obtain.

Yield no more to sin and folly,
So displeasing in his sight:
Jesus loves the pure and holy;
They alone are his delight:

Seek his favor, seek his favor,
And your hearts to him unite.

All your sins to him confessing
Who is ready to forgive,
Seek the Saviour's richest blessing;
On his precious name believe:
He is waiting, he is waiting,
Will you not his grace receive?

60. The Voice of Jesus heard. C. M. MRS. E. A. BACON.

Jesus, we hear thy gentle voice,

We see thy open arms!

may we to that covert fly,

Nor heed the siren's charms!

Around us lie the flow'ry paths
Of folly and of sin;

Teach us to see the hidden snares,
Ere we shall venture in.

Let not a sunny brow of youth

Be dimmed with sin or care,
Ere we shall seek the living Fount,
And bathe in gladness there.

And O, when any waiting stand
The spirit's home to see,
Teach us to lead the trembier on,
In spotless robes, to Thee.