Sunday scholars should be heedful
Of the blessings they enjoy;
God will send them more when needful
And will all their wants supply.
Oh, we love our Sabbath duty,
'Tis our pleasure and delight;
In the school we see such beauty
As is charming to our sight.
Praise and prayer are there delightful,
Joining in one happy throng:
And to serve the Lord is rightful,
In a loud triumphant song.
3 Then let scholars and let teachers,
All unite to serve the Lord;
While He sends us faithful preachers,
Let us hearken to His word:
So whenever death shall meet us-
Having served the Lord with fear-
Then in heaven our friends will greet us,
To the joys for ever there.
"The house-be blessed for ever."
2 Sam. vii. 29.
bless our Sunday School,
Increase our Sunday School,
God bless our School.
Send down Thy grace divine,
May every child be Thine,
And love all hearts entwine,
God bless our School.
2 All our dear teachers bless,
Oh grant them large success
In winning souls.
May they encouraged be,
And oft around them see
Their labours crown'd by Thee-
God bless our School.
2 So may our school increase,
In knowledge, love, and peace
God bless our School.
And when death's arrows fly
And useful teachers die,
Their places still supply-
God bless our School.
"They seek a country."
Heb. xi. 14.
1 FROM Egypt lately come,
Where death and darkness reign,
We seek our new, our better home,
Where we our rest shall gain.
We are on our way to God. 2 To Canaan's sacred bound
We haste with songs of joy;
Where peace and liberty are found,
And sweets that never cloy.
3 Our toils and conflicts cease
On Canaan's happy shore;
We there shall dwell in endless peace,
And never hunger more. Hallelujah, &c.
4 There in celestial strains,
Enraptured myriads sing;
There love in every bosom reigns,
For God himself is king.
5 We soon shall join the throng, Their pleasures we shall share : And sing the everlasting song,
With all the ransomed there. Hallelujah, &c.
"Unto you is born a Saviour."
1 WHILE shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The Angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.
2 "Fear not," said he; for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind;
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind."
3 "To you in David's town this day,
Is born of David's line,
A Saviour who is Christ the Lord,
And this shall be the sign.
4 "The heavenly babe you there shall find
To human view displayed,
All meanly wrapped in swathing bands,
And in a manger laid."
5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith
Appeared a shining throng
Of Angels praising God, who thus
Addressed their joyful song:
6 "All glory be to God on high,
And on the earth be peace;
Good-will henceforth from heaven to men,
Begin and never cease.'
"Behold I bring you good tidings."
CHRISTIANS, awake! salute the happy morn,
Whereon the Saviour of mankind was born;
Rise to adore the mystery of love,
Which hosts of angels chanted from above;
With them the joyful tidings first begun,
Of God incarnate and the virgin's son.
2 Then to the watchful shepherds it was told,
Who heard the angelic herald's voice, "Behold!
I bring glad tidings of a Saviour's birth,
To you and all the nations upon earth,
This day has God fulfilled His promised word,
This day is born a Saviour-Christ the Lord.
3 He spake; and straightway the celestial choir
In hymns of joy unknown before, conspire;
The praises of redeeming love they sang,
And heaven's whole crb with alleluias rang;
God's highest glory was their anthem still-
Peace upon earth, and unto men good will.
4 To Bethlehem straight the enlightened shepherds
To see the wonders God had wrought for man; [ran
Then to their flocks, still praising God, return,
And their glad hearts with holy rapture burn;
To all the joyful tidings they proclaim,
The first apostles of the Saviour's name.
5 Oh, may we keep, and ponder in our mind
God's wondrous love in saving lost mankind;
Then may we hope, the angelic hosts among,
To join, redeemed, a glad, triumphant throng;
Saved by His love, incessant we shall sing
Eternal praise to heaven's almighty King.
"Glory to God in the highest."
HARK! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King, Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled."
2 Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies:
With th' angelic host proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem."
3 Veil 1 in flesh, the Godhead see;
Hail th' incarnate Deity;
Plessed as man with men to dwell-
Jes our Emmanuel.
4 Hail the heaven-born Prince of peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings.
Risen with healing in His wings.
5 Sing we then with angels-sing,
Glory to the new-born king;
Glory in the highest heaven,
Peace on earth, and man forgiven.
"God is good."
Ps. lxxiii, 1
ES, God is good; in earth and sky,
From ocean depths and spreading wood,
Ten thousand voices seem to cry,-
God made us all, and God is good.
2 The sun that keeps his trackless way,
And downward pours his golden flood,
Night's sparkling hosts, all seem to say,
In accents clear, that God is good.
3 The merry birds prolong the strain,
Their song with every spring renewed;
And balmy air, and falling rain,
Each softly whisper,-God is good.
4 I hear it in the rushing breeze;
The hills that have for ages stood,
The echoing sky and roaring seas,
All swell the chorus,-God is good.
5 Yes, God is good, all nature says,
By God's own hand with speech endued;
And man, in louder notes of praise,
Should sing for joy that God is good.
6 For all Thy gifts we bless Thee, Lord,
But chiefly for our heavenly food,
Thy pardoning grace, Thy quickening word;
These prompt our song, that God is good.
2 Though we are but life beginning,
We have hearts with evil filled,
Yet we may, like others sinning,
Like them too be reconciled;
God of mercy,
Save and bless each little child.
3 Save us through our Saviour's merits,
Making us on Him depend;
Save us by Thy Holy Spirit,
And preserve us to the end;
Trusting, loving,
Thee, our best and truest friend.
"There they crucified Him."
Luke xxiii. 33.
THERE is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.
We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains He had to bear;
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.
3 He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.
4 There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.
5 0 dearly, dearly has He loved,
And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.
565 "The love of Christ, which passeth knowledge."
TELL me the Old, Old Story of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the Story simply, as to a little child,
For I am weak and weary, and helpless and defiled.
Tell me the Old, Old Story, of Jesus and His love, 2 Tell me the Story slowly, that I may take it inThat wonderful redemption, God's remedy for sin. Tell me the Story often, for I forget so soon; The "early dew "of morning has passed away at noon. 290
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