4 While we thus thy name adore,
And thy healing grace implore,
Blest Instructor! bow thine ear;
God our strength! propitious hear.

MERRICK.

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Commencing Hymn. 7's M.

'Watchman, tell us,' &c.

In the Cottage.

1 SUPPLIANT, lo! thy children bend,
Father, for thy blessing now;
Thou canst teach us, guide, defend,-
We are weak, Almighty thou.

2 With the peace thy word imparts,
Be the taught and teacher blest,
In their lives, and on their hearts,
Father, be thy laws imprest.

3 Pour into each longing mind

Light and knowledge from above;
Charity for all mankind-
Trusting faith, enduring love.

4 Here, in joy's triumphant day,
Still may grateful hearts arise,
Bright with rapture's kindling ray,
Purely, fondly to the skies.

5 Here, in sorrow's chastening hour,
May thy word its light diffuse;
Fresh'ning as the vernal shower,
Peaceful as the silent dews.

6 Grant us spirits lowly, pure,
Errors pardon'd, sins forgiven;
Humble trust, obedience sure,
Love to man, and faith to heaven.

T. GRAY, JR.

Arlington.

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Morning Hymn. C. M.

Peterboro,

1 ONCE more the light of day I see;
Lord, with it let me raise

My heart and voice in song to thee,
Of gratitude and praise.

2 The sky-lark from its lowly nest
Hath soar'd into the sky,
And by its joyous song express'd
Unconscious praise on high.

3 My feeble voice and faltering tone
No tuneful tribute bring;

But thou canst in my heart make known
What bird can never sing.

4 Instruct me, then, to lift my heart
To thee in praise and prayer;
And love and gratitude impart,
For every good I share.

5 Thus let me, Lord, confess the debt
I owe thee day by day;
Nor e'er at night or morn forget
To thee, O God! to pray.

B. BARTON.

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Morning Hymn. 8 & 7's M.

Greenville.

Morning Sorg.
1 WHEN the morning bells are ringing,
To the chapel we repair,
Where our voices join in singing,
And our hearts unite in prayer.

2 Thanks to God for his protection,
While in helpless sleep we lay;
When in darkness his direction
Brought us to this holy day.

3 Let us all, with firm endeavor,
In our duties now engage;
We shall gain our Father's favor,
Bending o'er his sacred page.

4 There the lessons he has taught us,
Will our hearts and minds improve;
And the blessings he has sent us
Wake a strong and filial love.

R. W. BAYLEY.

Ballerma.

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Morning Hymn. C. M.

Woodstock.

1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light,
Awakes the kindling ray;
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

2 O, what a night was that which wrapped
The heathen world in gloom!

O, what a sun, which broke this day
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,

Which scatters blessings froin its wings
To nations yet unborn.

MRS. BARBAULD

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Sabbath School Hour. 8 & 7's M.

Greenville. 1 HARK! the Sabbath bells are ringing! Let us haste without delay;

Hark! the Sabbath; S. S. Minstrel.

Prayers of thousands now are winging
Up to heaven their silent way.

2 'Tis an hour of happy meeting,

We have met for praise and prayer;
But the hour is short and fleeting;
Let us then be early there.

3 Keep we not the teachers waiting,
While we tarry by the way;
Nor disturb the school reciting;
'Tis the holy Sabbath day.

4 Children, haste; the bells are ringing,
And the day is bright and fair;
Thousands now are joined in singing,
Thousands too in solemn prayer.

ANON.

Home.

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The Sabbath. 11's M.

Frederick.

Hinton.

1 How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest; The day of the week which surely I love best; The morning my Saviour arose from the tomb, And took from the grave all its terror and gloom.

2 O let me be thankful and prayerful to-day, And not spend a moment in trifling or play;

Remembering these seasons were graciously

given,

To teach me to pray, and prepare me for heaven.

3 In the house of my God, in his presence and fear, When I worship to-day, may it all be sincere ; In the school where l learn, may I do it with care, And be grateful to those who watch over me there.

4 Instruct me, my Saviour;-a child though I be, I am not too young to be noticed by thee;' Renew all my heart, keep me firm in thy ways; I would love thee, and serve thee, and give thee the praise.

ANON.

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Sabbath Morning. P. M.

"Call of the Bell;" S. S. Minstrel.
1 HARK! the deep-toned beli is calling!
"Come! O come!"

Weary ones, where'er you wander,
"Hither come!"

Louder now and deeper pealing,
On the heart that voice is stealing,
"Come, nor longer roam."

2 Now again its tones are pealing,
"Come, O come!"

In the Sunday School now kneeling,
"Seek thy home!"

Come, and round the altar bending,
Love the place where God, descending.
Calls the spirit home.