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Holy Trinity, be nigh:
1 JESUS, tender Shepherd, hear me,
"Thy sleep shall be sweet."
2 Through this day Thy hand has led me,
3 Let my sins be all forgiven;
Bless the friends I love so well;
"Blessed are they that keep My ways."
1 HAPPY would it be for me,
In the morning of my youth,
2 May I anxious be to know
More of Thee, and things above;
3 Lord, forbid the tempter's wiles
Save me from whate'er defiles,-
4 Let Thy will in me be done;
Let Thy sacred will be mine;
"He careth for you."
COME, let us join the hosts above,
Now in our youngest days;
And sing our Father's praise.
? His majesty will not despise,
Grateful the songs of children rise,
8 He loves to be remembered thus,
4 Glory to God, and praise and power,
as my infant's lips can speak
Thus should my heart Thy favour seek,
2 In childhood's following years, my tongue
And this the expressive, humble song,
3 From every sin that wounds the heart,
Or bid the tempter else depart:
4 When, with life's heavy load opprest,
5 O let me, on the bed of death,
"I thank Thee, and praise Thee."
LORD, I would own Thy tender care,
And all Thy love to me;
The food I eat, the clothes I wear,
2 'Tis Thou preservest me from death
I cannot draw another breath,
3 My health, and friends, and parents dear,
I have not any blessing here,
But what is sent from heaven.
4 Such goodness, Lord, and constant care,
"The Lord is faithful."
1 NOW that my journey's just begun,
I'll stay before I further run,
2 What sorrows may my steps attend,
But, if the Lord will be my Friend,
8 If all my earthly friends should die,
4 If I am rich, He'll guard my heart,
And make me willing to impart
5 If I am poor, He can supply
6 And, Lord, whatever grief or ill
Make me submissive to Thy will,
7 Attend me through my youthful way,
And when I'm feeble, old, and grey,
"Lead me, and guide me."
OD of mercy, throned on high,
2 Young and erring travellers, we
HAPPY the child whose youngest years
Who hates the sinner's path, and fears
2 When we devote our youth to God,
A flower, when offered in the bud,
8 'Twill save us from a thousand snares
Grace will preserve our following years,
4 To Thee, Almighty God, to Thee,
"Twill please us to look back and see
5 Let the sweet work of prayer and praise
Thus we're prepared for longer days,
"The time is short."
1 COR. vii. 29.
1 ERE childhood ripen into youth,
To learn the sacred word of truth,
Swiftly our moments haste away,
8 While many children ne'er are taught
We bless the Lord that we are brought
4 Give us, dear Jesus, ears to hear,
In trouble, may we find Thee near,-
5 Then safely, through life's rugged road,
"Lead me in the way everlasting."
1 HOW long sometimes a day appears,
And weeks-how long are they?
2 But months and years are passing by,
For day by day, as minutes fly,
3 Days, months, and years must have an end:
"Twill always have as long to spend,
4 Great God, we children cannot tell
"David, My servant shall be king
David, whose psalms have so often been
But only a shepherd boy, when he was young,
2 He tended his flocks on the pastures by day,
3 For while he sat watching his sheep in the fold, To guard them from danger abroad,
It then was his greatest delight, we are told,
To think on the works of the Lord.