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2 Art Thou my Father? canst Thou bear
To hear my poor, imperfect prayer?
Or wilt Thou listen to the praise
That such a feeble one can raise?
3 Art Thou my Father? let me be
A meek, obedient child to Thee;
And try in word, and deed, and thought,
To serve and please Thee as I ought.
4 Art Thou my Father? I'll depend
Upon the care of such a Friend,
And only wish to do and be
Whatever seemeth good to Thee.
5 Art Thou my Father? then, at last,
When all my days on earth are past,
Send down and take me in Thy love,
To be Thy better child above.
Jane Taylor.

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 18.

8.7.

CHILDHOOD'S years are passing o'er us,

Youthful days will soon be done;

Cares and sorrows lie before us,

Hidden dangers, snares unknown.
2 Oh, may He who, meek and lowly,
Trod Himself this vale of woe,
Make us His, and make us holy,
Guard and guide us while we go.
3 Hark! it is the Saviour calling,
"Little children, follow Me!"
Jesus! keep our feet from falling;
Teach us all to follow Thee.
4 Soon we part-it may be never,
Never here to meet again;
Oh to meet in heaven for ever!
Oh, the crown of life to gain !

D. E. Ford.

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 19.

WHI

P.M.

HITHER, pilgrims, are you going,
Going each with staff in hand?

We are going on a journey,

Going at our King's command.
Over hills, and plains, and valleys,
We are going to His palace,
We are going to His palace,

Going to the better land.

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2 Tell us, pilgrims, what you hope for
In that far-off, better land?

Spotless robes, and crowns of glory,
From a Saviour's loving hand.
We shall drink of life's clear river,
We shall dwell with God for ever,
We shall dwell with God for ever,
In that bright, that better land.

3 Pilgrims, may we travel with you,
To that bright and better land?
Come and welcome, come and welcome,
Welcome to our pilgrim band.
Come, oh come, and do not leave us;
Christ is waiting to receive us,
Christ is waiting to receive us,
In that bright, that better land.

WE

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 20.

P.M.

E are marching on, with shield and banner bright,
We will work for God, and battle for the right,
We will praise His name, rejoicing in His might,
And we'll work till Jesus calls.

From the youthful ranks our army we prepare,
As we rally round our blessed standard here,
And the Saviour's cross we early learn to bear,
While we work till Jesus calls.

Then awake, then awake, Happy song, happy song,
Shout for joy, shout for joy, As we gladly march along.
We're marching onward, singing as we go,

To the promised land where living waters flow;
Come and join our ranks as pilgrims here below,
Come and work till Jesus calls.

2 We are marching on: our Captain, ever near,
Will protect us still; His gentle voice we hear.
Let the foe advance, we'll never, never fear,
For we'll work till Jesus calls.

Then awake, awake, our happy, happy song,
We will shout for joy, and gladly march along;
In the Lord of hosts let every heart be strong,
While we work till Jesus calls.

3 We are marching on the strait and narrow way,
That will lead to life and everlasting day,
To the smiling fields that never will decay
But we'll work till Jesus calls.

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We are marching on and pressing towards the prize,
To a glorious crown beyond the glowing skies,
To the radiant fields where pleasure never dies;
And we'll work till Jesus calls.

TUNE-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 99.

LIGHT in the darkness, sailor, day is at hand!

See o'er the foaming billows fair Haven's land.
Drear was the voyage, sailor, now almost o'er;
Safe within the life-boat, sailor, pull for the shore.
Pull for the shore, sailor, pull for the shore !
Heed not the rolling waves, but bend to the oar;
Safe in the life-boat, sailor, cling to self no more!

P.M.

Leave the poor old stranded wreck and pull for the shore.

2 Trust in the life-boat, sailor, all else will fail; Stronger the surges dash and fiercer the gale:

Heed not the stormy winds, though loudly they roar :
Watch the "Bright and Morning Star," and pull for the shore

3 Bright gleams the morning, sailor, uplift the eye;
Clouds and darkness disappearing, glory is nigh!
Safe in the life-boat, sailor; sing evermore,
'Glory, glory, hallelujah!" Pull for the shore.

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TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 22.

KIND words can never die :

Cherished and blest,

God knows how deep they lie
Stored in the breast;

Like childhood's simple rhymes,
Said o'er a thousand times-
Aye in all years and climes,
Distant and near:

Kind words can never die,
No, never die !

2 Sweet thoughts can never die;
Though like the flowers,

Their brightest hues may fly,
In wintry hours:

But when the gentle dew

Gives them their charms anew,

With many an added hue

They bloom again.

Sweet thoughts can never die,

No, never die !

P. P. Bliss.

P.M.

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3 Our souls can never die;
Though in the tomb

We all may have to lie,

Wrapped in its gloom.
What though the flesh decay!
Souls pass in peace away,
Live through eternal day
With Christ above.

Our souls can never die,
No, never die !

Miss Abby Hutchinson.

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 23.

H, worship the King, all glorious above;

10.11.

Oh, gratefully sing His power and His love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendour, and girded with praise.
2 Oh, tell of His might, oh, sing of His grace,

Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space;
His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
3 The earth, with its store of wonders untold,
Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old;
Hath stablished it fast, by a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.
4 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
5 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end!
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!
Sir R. Grant (Tr.)

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TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 24.

LET us, with a gladsome mind,

Praise the Lord, for He is kind :

For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

2 He, with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light:

3 All things living He doth feed,
His full hand supplies their need:
4 All our wants He doth supply,
Loves to hear our humble cry:

7's.

While heaven and earth their praises bring--
God is love!

Let every soul from sin awake,

Each in his heart sweet music make,
And sweetly sing for Jesus' sake-
God is love!

2 Oh, tell to earth's remotest bound-
God is love!

In Christ is full redemption found-
God is love!

His blood can cleanse our sins away;
His Spirit turns our night to day,
And leads our souls with joy to say-
God is love!

3 How happy is our portion here-
God is love!

His promises our spirits cheer—

God is love!

4 What though my heart and flesh shall fail-
God is love!

Through Christ I shall o'er death prevail—
God is love!

E'en Jordan's swell I will not fear,
For Jesus will be with me there,
My soul above the waves to bear-

God is love!

M. E Stanley.

P.M.

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 26.
WEETLY sing, sweetly sing
Praises to our heavenly King;

SWE

Let us raise, let us raise

High our notes of praise.

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