70 JERUSALEM, my happy home, Name ever dear to me,
When shall my labours have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?
When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?
Apostles, Martyrs, Prophets, there
Around my Saviour stand;
And all I love in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
Jerusalem, my happy home,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my labours have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?
O Christ, do Thou my soul prepare
For that bright home of love;
That I may see Thee and adore,
With all Thy saints above.
GLORY to the Father give,
God, in Whom we move and live :
Children's prayers He deigns to hear,
Children's songs delight His ear.
Glory to the Son we bring,
Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King.
Children, raise your sweetest strain
To the Lamb, for He was slain.
Glory to the Holy Ghost!
Be this day a Pentecost;
Children's minds may He inspire,
Touch their tongues with holy fire.
Glory in the highest be
To the blessed Trinity;
For the gospel from above,
For the word that "God is love."
LET us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for He is kind:
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
He, with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light:
For His mercies shall endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.
All things living He doth feed;
His full hand supplies their need:
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
He hath, with a piteous eye,
Looked upon our misery:
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Let us, then, with gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for He is kind:
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
73 THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
The unwearied sun, from day to day,
Doth his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;
While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets, in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice, nor sound,
Amidst their radiant orbs be found;
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
"The Hand that made us is divine."
74 THOU art the Way: to Thee alone
From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek,
Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee.
Thou art the Truth: Thy word alone
Sound wisdom can impart ;
Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart.
Thou art the Life: the rending tomb
Proclaims Thy conquering arm;
And those who put their trust in Thee,
Nor death nor hell shall harm.
Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life:
Grant us that Way to know,
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.
75 COME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
"Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
"To be exalted thus ;"
"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For He was slain for us."
Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine;
And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.
Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise.
The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
CHILDHOOD's years are passing o'er us,
Youthful days will soon be gone;
Cares and sorrows lie before us,
Hidden dangers, snares unknown.
O may He who, meek and lowly,
Trod Himself this vale of woe,
Make us His, and make us holy,
Guard and guide us while we go.
Hark, it is the Saviour calling,
'Little children, follow me;
Jesus, keep our feet from falling,
Teach us all to follow Thee.
Soon we part-it may be never,
Never here to meet again;
O to meet in heaven for ever!
O the crown of life to gain!
SAVIOUR, like a shepherd lead us,
Much we need Thy tender care;
In Thy pleasant pastures feed us,
For our use Thy folds prepare;
Blessed Jesus,
Thou hast bought us, Thine we are.
We are Thine, do Thou befriend us,
Be the guardian of our way;
Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us,
Seek us when we go astray;
Hear young children when they pray.
Thou hast promised to receive us,
Poor and sinful though we be;
Thou hast mercy to relieve us,
Grace to cleanse, and power to free.
Blessed Jesus,
Let us early turn to Thee.
Early let us seek Thy favour,
Early let us do Thy will;
Holy Lord, our only Saviour,
With Thy grace our bosoms fill;
Blessed Jesus,
Thou hast loved us, love us still.
CHILDREN'S Voices high in heaven,
Make sweet music round the throne;
Them the King of kings hath given
Glory lasting as His own;
Lord, it was Thy mercy free,
Suffered them to come to Thee.
We would think of them to-day,
And their everlasting song;
We would sing, as blest as they,
In the heavenly land ere long:
Lord, let us Thy children be,
Suffer us to come to Thee.
Now to come, with loving mind,
Simple faith and earnest prayer,
Seeking Thy dear cross, to find
Full and free salvation there:
Lamb of God, our Saviour be,
Suffer us to come to Thee.
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