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3 While taught thy word of truth, May we that word receive;

And when we hear of Jesus' name,

In that blest name believe!

4 O, let us never tread

The broad, destructive road,

But trace those holy paths which lead To glory, and to God.

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1 MY son, know thou the Lord,
Thy father's God obey:

Seek his protecting care by night,
His guardian hand by day.

2 Call, while he may be found,

And seek him while he's near; Serve him with all thy heart and mind, And worship him with fear.

3 If thou wilt seek his face,

His ear will hear thy cry;

Then shalt thou find his mercy sure,
His grace forever nigh.

4 But if thou leave thy God,

Nor choose the path to heav'n;
Then shalt thou perish in thy sins,
And never be forgiv'n.

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1 COME, let us now forget our mirth,
And think that we must die;
What are our best delights on earth,
Compar'd with those on high!.

2 Our pleasures here will soon be pastOur brightest joys decay;

But pleasures there for ever last,
And cannot fade away.

3 Here sins and sorrows we deplore,

With many cares distrest;

But there the mourners weep no more, And there the weary rest.

4 Our dearest friends, when death shall call, At once must hence depart;

But there we hope to meet them all,
And never, never part.

5 Then let us love and serve the Lord,
With all our youthful pow'rs;

And we shall gain this great reward,
This glory shall be ours.

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2 Religion should our thoughts engage,
Amidst our youthful bloom;
"Twill fit us for declining age,
And for the awful tomb.

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1 YE lovely bands of blooming youth, Warn'd by the voice of heav'nly truth, Now yield to Christ your youthful prime, With all your talents and your time.

2 Think on your end, nor thoughtless say, "I'll put far off the evil day;"

Ah! not a moment's in your pow'r,
And death stands ready at the door.

3 Eternity!-how near it rolls!

Count the vast value of your souls!
Beware! and count the awful cost,
What they have gain'd whose souls are lost.

4 Pride, sinful pleasures, lusts and snares, Beset your hearts, your eyes, your ears— Take the alarm-the danger fly! "Lord! save me," be your earnest cry.

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HYMN. S. M.

Prayer of a Youth. Ps. cxix. 9.

1 WITH humble heart and tongue,

My God, to thee I pray;

Oh, make me learn, while I am young,
How I may cleanse my way.

2 Make an unguarded youth

The object of thy care;

Help me to choose the way of truth,
And fly from every snare.

3 My heart, to folly prone,
Renew by power divine;
Unite it to thyself alone,

And make me wholly thine.

4 Oh, let thy word of grace

My warmest thoughts employ;

Be this, through all my foll'wing days,
My treasure and my joy.

5 To what thy laws impart,

Be my whole soul inclin'd;

Oh, let them dwell within my heart,
And sanctify my mind.

6 May thy young servant learn,
By these to cleanse his way;
And may I here the path discern
That leads to endless day.

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1 HOW soft the words my Saviour speaks! How kind the promises he makes!

A bruised reed he never breaks,

Nor will he quench the smoking flax.

2 The humble poor he won't despise,
Nor on the contrite sinner frown;
His ear is open to their cries,
He quickly sends salvation down.

3 When piety, in early minds,

Like tender buds, begins to shoot,

He guards the plants from threat'ning winds, And ripens blossoms into fruit.

4 With humble souls he bears a part
In all the sorrows they endure;
Tender and gracious is his heart,
His promise is for ever sure.

5 He sees the struggles that prevail
Between the powers of grace and sin;
He kindly listens while they tell
The bitter pangs they feel within.

6 Though press'd with fears on every side,
They know not how the strife may end
Yet he will soon the cause decide,
And judgment unto vict'ry send.

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1 WHILST thee I seek, protecting Power! Be my vain wishes still'd;

And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.

2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd,
To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd,
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!

Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.

4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days,
In ev'ry pain I bear,

My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in pray'r.

5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r,
My soul shall meet thy will.

My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gath'ring storm shall see;

My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on thee.

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HYMN. 8s, 7's, and 4's.

God, the Pilgrim's Guide. 1 GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty; Hold me with thy pow'rful hand: Bread of heaven,

Feed me till I want no more.

2 Open, Lord, the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,
Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliv❜rer,

Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Death of death, and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side: Songs of praises

I will ever give to thee.

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HYMN. L. M.

Crucifixion to the World.

1 WHEN I survey the wond'rous cross,
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were the wide realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

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