PARENTS AND CHILDREN.

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D'From any secure enclosure's bound,

EAR Saviour, if these lambs should stray

And, lured by worldly joys away,

Among the thoughtless crowd be found: 2 Remember still that they are Thine, That Thy dear sacred name they bear; Think that the seal of love divine, The sign of cov'nant grace they wear. 3 In all their erring, sinful years,

Oh, let them ne'er forgotten be;
Remember all the prayers and tears
Which made them consecrate to Thee.
4 And when these lips no more can pray,
These eyes can weep for them no more,
Turn Thou their feet from folly's way,
The wand'rers to Thy fold restore.

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(REAT Saviour, who didst condescend Young children in Thine arms t' embrace, Still prove Thyself the infants' friend,

Baptize them with Thy cleansing grace.
2 Whilst in the slippery paths of youth,
Be Thou their Guardian and their Guide,
That they, directed by Thy truth,

May never from Thy precepts slide.
3 To love Thy word their hearts incline,
To understand it, light impart;
O Saviour, consecrate them Thine,
Take full possession of their heart.

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OD of mercy, hear our prayer,

G For the children Thou hast given,

Let them all Thy blessings share,

Grace on earth and bliss in heaven. 2 Cleanse their souls from ev'ry stain, Through the Saviour's precious blood; Let them all be born again,

And be reconciled to God.

3 For this mercy, Lord, we cry;
Bend Thine ever-gracious ear;
While on Thee our souls rely,
Hear our prayer, in mercy hear.

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B'How sweet the lily grows;

Y cool Siloam's shady rill

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How sweet the breath beneath the hill
Of Sharon's dewy rose;

And such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,
Whose secret heart with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.

2 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay;

The rose that blooms beneath the hill

Must shortly fade away;

And soon, too soon, the wintry hour

Of man's maturer age

May shake the soul with sorrow's power,
And stormy passion's rage.

3 O Thou, whose infancy was found
With heavenly rays to shine,

Whose years, with changeless virtue crown'd,

Were all alike divine

Dependent on Thy bounteous breath,

We seek Thy grace alone;

In childhood, manhood, and in death,
To keep us still Thine own.

FAMILY WORSHIP.

MORNING HYMNS.

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may Thy praise

Employ my noblest powers,

Whose goodness lengthens out my days,
And fills the circling hours!
2 Preserved by Thine Almighty arm,
I pass the shades of night,
Serene and safe from ev'ry harm,
And see returning light.

3 Oh, let the same Almighty care
My waking hours attend;
From ev'ry trespass, ev'ry snare,
My heedless steps defend.

4 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days;
And let Thy goodness fill my soul
With gratitude and praise.

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LORD, in the morning Thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;

To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye;

2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone
To plead for all His saints,
Presenting at His Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight,
Nor dwell at Thy right hand.

4 But to Thy house will I resort,
To taste Thy mercies there;
I will frequent Thy holy court,
And worship in Thy fear.

5 Oh, may Thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;
Make ev'ry path of duty straight
And plain before my face.

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EE how the rising sun

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Pursues his shining way,

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And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,
With ev'ry bright'ning ray.

2 Thus would my rising soul
Its heavenly parent sing,
And to its great Original
The humble tribute bring.

3 Serene I laid me down

Beneath His guardian care;
I slept, and I awoke, and found
My kind Preserver near!

4 My life I would anew
Devote, O Lord, to Thee,

And in Thy blesséd presence spend
A long eternity.

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E lift our hearts to Thee,
O Day-star from on high!
The sun itself is but Thy shade,
Yet cheers both earth and sky.

2 Oh, let Thy rising beams

The night of sin disperse,
The mists of error and of vice
Which shade the universe!

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3 How beauteous nature now!
How dark and sad before!
With joy we view the pleasing change,
And nature's God adore.

4 Oh, may no gloomy crime
Pollute the rising day;

May Jesus' blood, like morning dew,
Wash all our stains away.

5 To God, the Father, Son,
And Spirit, One in Three,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall for ever be.

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Y God, how endless is Thy love!
Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new,
And morning mercies from above
Gently descend like early dew.

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