With these, Thy heavenly gifts afford,
Thy Son-Thy Spirit-and Thy word,
Thy word to teach, our wayward youth,
Thy pure commandments, God of Truth.

Thy Spirit, to dispel the night
Of sin, and error, God of Light!
Thy Son, to raise our minds above
This world's affections, God of Love.

For all the good Thy grace imparts
What shall we give Thee?—take our hearts,
Oh! seal them by Thy power divine,
In life, or death, for ever Thine!

HYMN 211.

WHEN Jesus left His Father's throne,
He chose an humble birth,
Like us, unhonoured, and unknown,
He came to dwell on earth.

Like Him, may we be found below
In wisdom's paths of peace,
Like Him, in grace, and knowledge grow,
As years, and strength increase.

Jesus passed by the rich, and great,

For men of low degree,

He sanctified our parents' state,

For poor, like them, was He.

Sweet were His words, and kind His look,
As mothers round Him pressed;
Their infants in His arms He took,
And on His bosom blest.

Safe from the world's alluring charms,
Beneath His watchful eye,
Thus, in the circle of His arms,
May we for ever lie.

When Jesus into Salem rode,

The children sang around,

For joy they plucked the palms, and strewed Their garments on the ground.

Hosanna! our glad voices raise,

Hosanna! to our King!

Should we forget our Saviour's praise,
The stones themselves would sing.

HYMN 212.

By cool Siloam's shady rill,

How sweet the lily grows!

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

Lo! such the child, whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod;

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God!

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,

Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,
And stormy passion's rage!

O Thou, whose infant feet were found
Within Thy Father's shrine;

Whose years, with changeless virtue crown'd,
Were all alike Divine.

Dependent on Thy bounteous breath,
We seek Thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still Thine own.

HYMN 213.

ABASHED be all the boast of age!
Be hoary learning dumb!
Expounder of the mystic page,

Behold an Infant come!

Oh wisdom, whose unfading power,
Beside th' Eternal stood,

To frame, in nature's earliest hour,
The land, the sky, the flood:

Yet didst not Thou disdain awhile
An infant form to wear,

To bless Thy mother with a smile,
And lisp Thy falter'd prayer.

But in Thy Father's own abode,
With Israel's elders round,
Conversing high, with Israel's God,
Thy chiefest joy was found.

So may our youth adore Thy name !
And, Saviour, deign to bless
With fostering grace, the timid flame
Of early holiness!

HYMN 214.

AROUND the throne of God in heaven

Thousands of children stand,
Children, whose sins are all forgiven,
A holy, happy band.

In flowing robes of spotless white,
See every one arrayed,
Dwelling in everlasting light,

And joys that never fade..

What brought them to that world above, That heav'n, so bright, and fair, Where all is peace, and joy, and love, How came those children there?

Because the Saviour shed His blood
To wash away their sin,
Bathed in that precious, purple flood,
Behold them white, and clean.

On earth they sought their Saviour's grace,
On earth they loved His name;
So now they see His loving face,
And stand before the Lamb.

HYMN 215.

FAR from my heavenly home,
Far from my Father's breast,
Fainting, I cry, blest Spirit, come
And speed me to my rest!

Upon the willows long,

My harp has silent hung;
How should I sing a cheerful song,
Till Thou inspire my tongue?

My spirit homeward turns,

And fain would thither flee,
My heart, O Zion, droops, and yearns,
When I remember Thee.

To Thee, to Thee, I press,

A dark and toilsome road, When shall I pass the wilderness, And find my home in God.