4 But while thus our hearts rejoice, 65 8th P. M. 87, 87, 47. A blessing sought for the Sunday-school. HOU, who didst with love and blessing, Still a Saviour's love expressing, Now the babes of Zion see; That would bring them up for thee. 2 Smile upon our weak endeavour, Train, O! train them for the sky: Plunder Zion's nursery. 3 Lord, with humble fervour bending, Guide the young inquirer's feet. 66 MISSIONARY. 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. Meeting for charity. ITTLE rain-drops feed the rill; Rills to meet the brooklet glide; Brooks the broader rivers fill; Rivers swell the ocean's tide. 2 So the dew-drops gather'd here, 67 7th P. M. 8 lines 7s. Children at the gate of heaven. LITTLE travellers, Zionward, Each one entering into rest, Gives the crowns his followers win- 2 Who are they whose little feet, "I from Greenland's frozen land;" "I from Afric's barren sand;" 3 "All our earthly journey past, At the portal of the sky! 2 Hark! I hear the piteous scream! Frightful monsters seize their prey; Or the dark and bloody stream Bears the struggling child away. 3 Fainter now, and fainter still, 4 Send, O send the Bible there, 69 Missionary meeting. L. M. ESUS! in Christian love we meet, To bring an off'ring to thy feet; All in their hand some talent bear, And lay it humbly, freely there. 2 Yes, for thy gospel's cause, with joy, Our hands, our hearts, we would employ : O smile upon us, from above, That bless'd may be our work of love. 3 Then let us feel thy presence near, 70 A DEATH AND FUNERALS. Death of a scholar. L. M. MOURNING class, a vacant seat, Tell us that one we loved to meet, Will join our youthful throng no more Till all these changing scenes are o'er. 2 No more that voice we loved to hear 3 That welcome face, that sparkling eye, 4 God tells us, by this mournful death, 71 W 8th P. M. 87, 87, 47. Death of a scholar. HERE we oft have met in gladness, Slowly now, with tearful sadness, On this holy Sabbath-day. 2 One we loved has left our number Hear us, Saviour, Thou hast blest the lonely tomb. 3 Through its dark and narrow portal Like a sunbeam from the west, And the grave thenceforth was blest. 4 By the light that thus was given All our night with joy illume. 5 From our circle, little brother, Join with them the sacred lay. 72 6th P. M. 6 lines 7s. The early dead. HILDREN, like the early flower, Pass away in childhood's hour, Spirits gone away to God! 2 Oft along the busy street, Weep that death has laid them low; |