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6 This scene will all my labors end ;

This road conduct on high; With comfort I'll review the past,

And triumph though I die.

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C. M.

MERRICK. Dangers of Youth. 1 PLACED on the verge of youth, my

mind Life's opening scene surveyed; I viewed its ills of various kinds,

Afflicted and afraid.
2 But chief my fear the dangers moved

That virtue's path inclose;
My heart the wise pursuit approved,

But 0, what toils oppose! 3 For see, while yet her unknown ways

With doubtful step I tread,
A hostile world its terrors raise,

Its snares delusive spread.
4 O how shall I, with heart prepared,

Those terrors learn to meet ?
How from the thousand snares to guard

My inexperienced feet?
5 Let faith suppress each rising fear,

Each anxious doubt exclude ;
My Maker's will has placed me here,

A Maker wise and good. 6 He to my every trial knows

Its just restraint to give ;
Attentive to behold my woes,
And faithful to relieve.

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ANONYMOUS

God's Word a sure Guide for Youth.

1 The morn of life, how fair and gay!

How cheering and how new! What hopes illume each opening day,

And brighten every view!
2 Youth's ardent mind, with joy elate,

Elastic and sincere,
Suspects no ills that may await,

Nor yields a thought to fear.
3 But slippery is the path they tread

In pleasure's dangerous way;
A thousand snares around them spread,

And oft their feet betray. 4 How shall they, then, their course pursue

Through life's uncertain road? What friendly hand will point their view

To duty and to God?
5 In God's own word the way is sure,

And clear to every eye ;
It leads us in a path secure

To brighter worlds on high.
6 O be this word our constant guide,

Our steadfast hope and trust !
This ne'er can fail, though all beside

Shall mingle with the dust.

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*FAWCETT. *How shall a Young Man cleanse his Way?' Ps. 119. 1 With humble heart and tongue,

Great God! to thee we pray ;
O make us learn whilst we are young,

How we may cleanse our way.
2 Now in our early days,

Teach us thy will to know;
O God, thy sanctifying grace

Betimes on us bestow.
3 Make us, unguarded youth,

The objects of thy care;
Help us to choose the way of truth,

And fly from every snare.
4 Our hearts, to folly prone,

Renew by power divine ;
Unite them to thyself alone,

And make us wholly thine.
5 O let the word of grace

Our warmest thoughts employ ;
Be this, through all our following days,

Our treasure and our joy.
6 To what thy laws impart,

Be all our souls inclined;
O let them dwell within our heart,

And sanctify our mind.

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*WATTS.

Advantages of Early Piety. 1 HAPPY is he whose early years

Receive instruction well;
Who hates the sinner's path, and fears

The road that leads to hell.
2 Our youth, devoted to the Lord,

Is pleasing in his eyes ;
A flower, when offered in the bud,

Is no vain sacrifice.
3 'Tis easier work, if we begin

To fear the Lord betimes;
While sinners who grow old in sin,

Are hardened in their crimes. 4 It saves us from a thousand fears,

To mind religion young;
With joy it crowns succeeding years,

And renders virtue strong.
5 To thee, almighty God! to thee

Our hearts we now resign; 'Twill please us to look back and see

That our whole lives were thine. 6 We'll do thy work, we'll speak thy praise,

Whilst we have life and breath; Thus we're prepared for longer days,

Or fit for early death.

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ANONYMOUS.

'Remeinber thy Creator.'

In life's gay morn, when sprightly youth

With generous ardor glows,
And shines in all the fairest charms

That beauty can disclose ;
2 Deep on thy soul-before its powers

Are yet by vice enslaved,-
Be thy Creator's lofty name

And character engraved.
3 For soon the shades of grief may

cloud The sunshine of thy days; And cares and woes, an endless round,

Encompass all thy ways.
4 Soon may thy heart the woes of age

In mournful groans deplore,
And sadly muse on former joys,

That now return no more. 5 True wisdom, early sought and gained,

In age will give thee rest;
O then, improve the morn of life,

To make its evening blest !

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*HEBER.
'Forgive, and thou shalt be Forgiven.'
1 0 God! my sins are manifold,

Against my life they cry,
And all my guilty deeds foregone,
Up to thy temple fly;

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