2 The Bible! the Bible! blest volume of truth,
How sweetly it smiles on the season of youth!
It bids us seek early the pearl of great price,
Ere th' heart is enslaved in the bondage of vice.
3 The Bible! the Bible! we hail it with joy;
Its truths and its glories our tongues shall employ;
We'll sing of its triumphs, we'll tell of its worth,
And send its glad tidings afar o'er the earth.
4 The Bible! the Bible! the valleys shall ring,
And hill-tops re-echo the notes that we sing;
Our banners, inscribed with its precepts and rules
Shall long wave in triumph, the joy of our schools.

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The Light-Ship. 11s. The Light-Ship! how welcome the beacon to me, When wild was the tempest, and dark was the sea; It soothed my sad spirit's tumultuous fear, And told me the haven I longed for was near. 2 How blest was the beacon! how lovely it seemed, As its watch-fires of crimson unceasingly gleamed! Sweet assurance of safety in moments of calm, And in seasons of peril a safeguard from harm. 3 0, would that while sailing on life's stormy sea, The Star of Religion my beacon might be, To warn me of danger, to soothe me in fear, And tell me the haven I long for is near.

125 How sweet is the Sabbath. 11s.

109

1 How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest, The day of the week which I ought to love best; The morning the Saviour arose from the tomb, And took from the grave all its terror and gloom. 2 O let me be thoughtful and prayerful to-day, And not spend a moment in trifling or play; Remembering these seasons were graciously given To teach me to seek, and prepare me for, heaven. 3 In the house of my God, in his presence and fear, While I worship to-day may my heart be sincere ; In the school while I learn, may I listen with care, And be grateful to those who watch over me there. 4 Instruct me, my Saviour, for thine would I be, Nor am I too young to be noticed by thee; Renew all my heart, keep me firm in thy ways, I would love thee, and serve thee, and give thee the praise. The Lord's Prayer. 11s.

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1 Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name; May thy kingdom holy, on earth be the same; O, give to us daily our portion of bread; It is from thy bounty that all must be fed. 2 Forgive our transgressions, and teach us to know That humble compassion which pardons each foe; Keep us from temptation, from weakness and sin, | And thine be the glory forever, Amen.

127 Hark! to the Christmas bells.
2 They tell of the manger's lowly bed,
Where the holy Babe was found,-
Where the straw alone upheld his head
From the cold and hoof-trod ground.
Poor and humble was the shelter there,
For our God's anointed Son;
But bright as the regions of upper air
Was the glorious meed he won.

3 Descending to give a world of gloom
A radiance forever bright,

Then sank to the dark and shrouding tomb,
That all might live in light.

Then let every young and grateful voice
In this Sabbath School arise;

And let every heart in his praise rejoice
Till it reaches the vaulted skies.
Mrs. Esling.

C. M.

Tune," Cross and Crown." 1 How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin? Thy word the choicest rules imparts To keep the conscience clean.

2 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light,
That guides us all the day,

And through the dangers of the night,
A lamp to lead our way.

3 Thy precepts make us truly wise;
We hate the sinner's road :

We hate our own vain thoughts that rise, But love thy law, O God!

4 Thy word is everlasting truth:
How pure is every page!

That holy book shall guide our youth,
And well support our age.