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5 Attend me through my youthful way, Whatever be my lot;

And when I'm feeble, old and grey,
O Lord, forsake me not.


956 We are orphans and fatherless.



-Lam. 5, 3.

OD of our fathers, Guide and Friend
Of those who gave us birth,

O may Thy grace on us descend;
Poor orphans, left on earth,-

2 Left in a world, our parents owned
A world of sin and woe;

The grace they needed they have found; That grace on us bestow.

3 To keep us safe from sin and snares, They sought Thee day by day;

Lord, send an answer to their prayers, Now they have ceased to pray.

4 Faith in the Saviour soothes the smart Of life's severest pain;


Noughtless sustained our parents' heart, And this can ours sustain.

5 Our wants, our weakness, we confess; Our souls to Thee commend ;The Father of the fatherless,

The friendless orphan's Friend.

6 Do Thou whate'er we need provide;
And when temptation lowers,
O keep us near to Thee, our Guide,
Our father's Friend, and ours.

7 So shall we safely reach our home,
And there our kindred own,
Where sin and sorrow never come,
And farewells are unknown.


957 The land that is very far off.—Isa,



33, 17.

HERE is a happy land,
Far, far away,

Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day.

O how they sweetly sing
Worthy is our Saviour King;
Loud let His praises ring,
Praise, praise for aye.

2 Come to this happy land,
Come, come away;

Why will ye doubting stand-
Why still delay?

Oh! we shall happy be,
When from sin and sorrow free
Lord, we shall live with Thee
Blest, blest for aye.

3 Bright in that happy land
Beams every eye-
Kept by a Father's hand
Love cannot die.

On then to glory run;

Be a crown and kingdom won,
And bright above the sun
We reign for aye.

958 4 better country, that is, an kea- ̧


venly.-Heb. 11, 10.

EVERY morning the red sun

Rises warm and bright,

But the evening cometh on,

And the dark cold night: There's a bright land far away, Where tis never-ending day.

2 Every spring the sweet young flowers
Open fresh and gay;

Till the chilly autumn hours
Wither them away:

There's a land we have not seen,
Where the trees are always green.

3 Little birds sing songs of praise
All the summer long;

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But in colder shorter days

They forget their song:

There's a place where angels sing
Ceaseless praises to their King.

4 Christ our Lord is ever near

Those who follow Him; But we cannot see Him here, For our eyes are dim:

There's a happy, glorious place
Where men always see His face.
5 Who shall go to that fair land?
All who love the right;

Holy children there shall stand,
In their robes of white:

For that heaven so bright and blest,
Is our everlasting rest.


959 Suffer the little children to come

unto Me.-Mark 10,,14.

1 CHILDREN'S voices high in heaven
Makesweet music round thethrone;
Them, the King of Kings hath given
Glory lasting as His own:

Lord, it was Thy mercy free,
Suffered them to come to Thee.

2 We would think of them to-day,
And their everlasting song;
We would sing as blest as they,
In the spirit-land ere long:
Lord, let us Thy children be,-
Suffer us to come to Thee.

3 Now to come with loving mind,
Simple faith and earnest prayer,
Seeking Thy dear cross, to find
Full and free salvation there:
Lamb of God! our Saviour be,
Suffer us to come to Thee.

4 Lord, we come! be Thou our guide
Through life's dark and troubled way
And when trained and sanctified,
Raise us to the perfect day :
Then in heaven Thy words shall be,
"Suffer them to come to Me."


960 These were redeemed from among



men.-Rev. 14, 4.

HAPPY land! O happy land!
Where saints and angels dwell;
We long to join that glorious band,
And all their anthems swell.
But every voice in yonder throng
On earth has breathed a prayer;
No lips untaught may join that song,
Or learn the music there.

2 Thou heavenly Friend! Thou heavenly Friend!

O hear us when we pray!

Now let Thy pardoning grace descend,
And take our sins away.

Be all our fresh, our youthful days,
To Thy blest service given;

Then we shall meet to sing Thy praise,
A ransomed band in heaven.


961 And washed us from our sins in

His own blood.-Rev. 1, 5.

1 AROUND the throne of God in heaven

Thousands of children stand:

Children whose sins are all forgiven,
A holy happy band,

Singing, Glory, glory, glory.

2 What brought them to that world above,'
That heaven so bright and fair,
Where all is peace and joy and love ?-
How came those children there?
Singing, Glory, glory, glory.

S Because the Saviour shed His blood
To wash away their sin,

Bathed in that pure and precious flood,
Behold them white and clean;

Singing, Glory, glory, glory.

4 On earth they sought their Saviour's
On earth they loved His name: [grace,
So now they see His blessed face,
And stand before the Lamb;

Singing, Glory, glory, glory.


962 They shall come from the east and

from the west.-Luke 18, 29.

1 WHO are they whose little feet,

Passing life's dark journey through, Now have reached that heavenly seat, They have ever kept in view? "I from Greenland's frozen land;" "I from India's sultry plain;" "I from Afric's barren strand;' "I from islands of the main:"2 All our earthly journey past, Every tear and pain gone by;

Here together met at last,
At the portal of the sky.

Each the welcome "Come" awaits,
Conquerors over death and sin,
Lift your heads, ye golden gates'
Let the little travellers in!



963 Pray without ceasing.-1 Thess.



5, 17.

O when the morning shineth,
Go when the noon is bright,
Go when the eve declineth,
Go in the hush of night:
Go with pure mind and feeling,
Cast every fear away,

And in thy chamber kneeling,
Do thou in secret pray.

3 Remember all who love thee,
All who are loved by thee;
Pray too for those who hate thee,
If any such there be:

Then for thyself in meekness

A blessing humbly claim,
And link with each petition
Thy great Redeemer's name.

3 But if tis e'er denied thee
In solitude to pray,-

Should holy thoughts come o'er thee
When friends are round thy way;

E'en then the silent breathing,
The spirit raised above,

Will reach the throne of glory,
Of mercy, truth, and love.

4 Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness,
Before His footstool fall:-
Remember in thy gladness
His love who gave thee all,
Oh, not a joy or blessing
With this can we compare,
The power that has been given i
To pour our souls in prayer.

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