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693. L. M. ANONYMOUS.
Sunday Evening. For a Child. 1 AGAIN we've seen the Sabbath day,
And heard of Jesus and of heaven; We thank thee, Father, and we pray
That this day's sins may be forgiven. 2 May all we heard and understood
Be well remembered through the week, And help to make us wise and good, More humble, diligent and meek.
594. C. M. MONTGOMERY
What is Prayer?
Uttered or unexpressed;
That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
The Majesty on high.
In word, and deed, and mind;
Sweet fellowship they find.
The Life, the Truth, the Way,
595. 8 & 78. M. C. WESLEY.
For Domestic Worship. 1 Peace be to this habitation;
Peace to all that dwell therein ;
Peace, the fruit of pardoned sin;
Peace, to worldly minds unknown; Peace divine, that lasts forever;
Peace, that comes from God alone. 2 Jesus, Prince of Peace, be near us;
Fix in all our hearts thy home;
Let thy sacred kingdom come;
Give our favored souls to prove
In the realms of bliss above.
596. C. M.
Watts. Pious Education of Children. Ps. 78. 1 Let children hear the mighty deeds
Which God performed of old;
And which our fathers told.
2 He bids us make his glories known;
His works of power and grace: And we'll convey his wonders down
Through every rising race.
3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons,
And they again to theirs,
May teach them to their heirs.
Their hope securely stands,
But practise his commands.
L. M. Mrs. BARBAULD.
In union sweet, according minds !
What jealous love, what holy fear!
Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin ! 3 Nor shall the glowing flame expire,
When nature droops her sickening fire;
598. L. M.
The Hosanna of Children. Ps. 8. 1 ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,
Through the wide earth thy name is spread;
2 To thee the voices of the young
A monument of honor raise ;
Declare the wonders of thy praise.
To see their great Redeemer's face;
P. M. H. WARE, JUN.
Prayer at Morning and Evening. 1 To prayer, to prayer ! for the morning breaks,
And earth in her Maker's smiles awakes.
Send upward the incense of grateful prayer. 2 To prayer! for the glorious sun is gone,
And the gathering darkness of night comes on.
On the Sea Shore.
Above that dome of sky,
Thy dwelling is on high ;
That thou, my God, art nigh.
2 We hear thy voice when thunders roll
Through the wide fields of air;
Yet still thou art not there.
Who yet is everywhere?
But in the conscious breast,
There does his spirit rest.
And make thy creature blest.
601. L. M. BOWRING.
That hovers round the tired one's head. 2 As calm and cold as mortal clay
When life is fled, earth soundly sleeps,
And darkness rules the ocean deeps. 3 O, then, thy spirit, Lord, anew
Enkindles strength in sleeping men;
And life's sad waste repairs again. 4 Be nature's gentle slumbers mine;
And lead me gently to the last; Until I hear thy voice divine, “Awake! for death's dark night is passed."