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. 1 MY son, know thou the Lord, Seek his protecting care by night, 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, 4 But if thou leave thy God, Nor choose the path to heav'n; 1 COME, let us now forget our mirth, 2 Our pleasures here will soon be pastOur brightest joys decay; But pleasures there for ever last, 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, 5 Then let us love and serve the Lord, And we shall gain this great reward, 2 Religion should our thoughts engage, 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, 3 Eternity!-how near it rolls! Count the vast value of your souls! 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. 112 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, 2 Make an unguarded youth The object of thy care; Help me to choose the way of truth, 3 My heart, to folly prone, And make me wholly thine. 4 Oh, let thy word of grace My warmest thoughts employ; Be this, through all my foll'wing days, 5 To what thy laws impart, Be my whole soul inclin'd; Oh, let them dwell within my heart, 6 May thy young servant learn, 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, 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 5 He sees the struggles that prevail 6 Though press'd with fears on every side, 1 WHILST thee I seek, protecting Power! Be my vain wishes still'd; And may this consecrated hour 2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd, 3 In each event of life, how clear Each blessing to my soul most dear, 4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days, My heart shall find delight in praise, 5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour, My lifted eye, without a tear, My steadfast heart shall know no fear; 115 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, 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. 116 HYMN. L. M. Crucifixion to the World. 1 WHEN I survey the wond'rous cross, 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, |