4 Give them access to Jesu's word, HYMN XXXVIII. CHILDREN. 1 COME, let our voice ascend, In one glad song of praise; To God, the God of love, P. M. Our grateful hearts we raise: CONGREGATION. To God alone the praise belongs; CHILDREN. 2 Now we are taught to read CONGREGATION. To God alone the praise is due; CHILDREN. 3 Within these hallow'd walls you. Our wand'ring feet are brought; Where prayer and praise ascend, And heav'nly truths are taught: CONGREGATION. To God alone your praises bring; CHORUS.-CONGREGATION AND CHILDREN. 4 Lord, bid this work of love Be crown'd with meet success: Thus shall the praise resound to Thee, HYMN XXXIX. C. M. 1 HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and pray'r, 2 Thanks for thy word, and for thy day! Thy holy sabbaths more. 3 Thanks that we hear: but oh! impart To each desires sincere, That we may listen with the heart, 4 O Lord! do Thou our spirits take Who canst the wisest wiser make, 5 Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows, And be thy mercy shower'd on those 1 THY throne, O God! in righteousness 2 Thy wisdom fix'd our lowly birth, Still make us, while we dwell on earth, The children of thy care. 3 Thou art our Shepherd, glorious God! Thy little flock behold; And guide us by thy staff and rod, 4 We praise thy name that we are brought To this thy holy place; That we are watch'd, and warn'd, and The children of thy grace. [taught, 5 O may our friends, thy servants here, And they and we in heav'n appear; 1 JESUS, Refuge of my soul, 2 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 3 All my trust on Thee is stay'd, 4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Let the healing streams abound; HYMN XLII. C. M. 1 WHEN We can view our prospect clear To mansions in the skies, We bid farewell to ev'ry fear, And dry our weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against our souls engage, And fiery darts be hurl'd, We then can smile at all their rage, 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall, May we but safely reach our home, Our God! our Heaven! our All! 4 There shall we stay our weary souls HYMN XLIII. C. M. 1 ETERNAL God! we look to Thee; Thine eye alone our wants can see, 2 From path to path we roam for rest, We seek for life among the dead, 3 Alas! by passion's force subdued, 4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Oh! let thy grace supply: The good, unask'd, in mercy grant; |