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3 He shall defend, and guide thy course
Through life's uncertain sea,
Of blest eternity.
With peace and pleasure crown'd : The honey wears no sting, no thorns
Are in the roses found. 5 Then seek the Lord betimes, and choose,
The ways of heav'nly truth :
Than a religious youth.
42. Prayer for Divine Guidance. (S. M.) 1 N OW, in my early days,
| Teach me thy will to know; O God, thy sanctifying grace
Betimes on me bestow.
The object of thy care;
And fly from ev'ry snare. 3 My heart to folly prone,
Renew by pow'r divine ; Unite it to thyself alone,
And make me wholly thine. 4 O let thy word of grace,
My warmest thoughts employ;
To what thy laws impart,
Be my whole soul inclin'd ;
And sanctify my mind.
By these to cleanse his way;
That leads to endless day.
243. Early Piety. Matt. xii. 20. (L. M.) 1 HOW soft the words my Saviour speak
11 How kind the promises he makes! A bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor will he quench the smoking flax. 2 The humble poor be won't despise,
Nor on the contrite sinner frown:
He quickly sends salvation down. 3 When piety in early minds,
Like tender buds, begins to shoot ;
And ripens blossoms into fruit.
In all the sorrows they endure;
His promise is for ever sure.
Between the powers of grace and sin;
6 Though press'd with fears on every side,
They know not how the strife may end;
To Youth. (P. M.)
LEND your ear, ye youthful tribe,
To guide your wand’ring way!-
She leads to endless day. 2 If you obediently regard, Her dictates, she a sure reward,
Will in the end confer! What heav'nly bliss does she unfold! . To rubies and the choicest gold,
Her merchandise prefer.
Relief from guilt and sin:
Your youthful hearts to win. 4 How full of pleasantness her ways! Her paths how full of peace! Her praise
Is sung by every friend;
5 The Scriptures read, nor sball you miss The road to life and happiness :
There Wisdom's voice is heard.
And share the rich reward. 6 Be true, benevolent, and pure, Patiently suffer, and endure
The chastning of the Lord :
In heav'n your great reward.
BIRTH DAY. 245. A Birth Day Hymn. (P. M.) 1 T MY Ebenezer raise,
1 To my kind Redeemer's praise ; With a grateful heart I own,
Hitherto thy help I've known.
Well I know concerns me not;
Father, let thy will be mine ;
Fruits of thy paternal love.
5 Let my few remaining days,
Be directed to thy praise ;
Shall be tranquil and serene.
For a Birth Day. (P. M.)
1 NOD of my life, to thee
U My cheerful soul I raise,
And still prolongs my days:
And bless the day, that I was born. 2 A clod of living earth,
I glorify thy name,
And all my blessings came;
Let all that is within me praise. 3 My soul, and all its powers,
Thine, wholly thine, shall be ;
I consecrate to thee;