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Oh! love the Lord! who, from thy birth

To life's last moment, naught denies, And after death commands the earth

To yield the spirit to the skies.

P. M.

13.

TRUTH AND KNOWLEDGE.

(School Hymn.)

There is many a flower on the pathway of life,

The eye of the pilgrim to cheer, But what flower is so fragrant, so sweet and

so fair, As the flower of truth blooming here

Here in the garden of truth?

There is many a treasure, full precious and

bright, Delighting the heart and the mind, But what treasure so fair, in its worth to

compare, With the treasure which here we may find

Knowledge, the purest of gold ?

Then blessed be these halls, where religion's

bright flame Shines clear and undimmed in its glow; In the day when we prosper, to guide us

aright, Our comfort in sorrow and woe

Here may it dwell evermore.

F. A.

14.

WE GIVE THANKS.

(School Hymn.)

For the sunshine and the rainfall,

And the golden fruit and grain, For the thousand gifts of Nature

We return our thanks again.

For our parents and our teachers

They the patient and the wise, Who enrich our mind with knowledge,

All our hearts in thanks arise.

We give thanks, and we will pay them

With our future deeds on earth, We will show our grateful feelings

By our lives of nobler worth.

F. A.

15.

PRAISE YE THE LORD.

Praise ye the Lord! for it is good

His mighty acts to magnify,
And make those mercies understood,
His hand delights to multiply.

Praise ye the Lord !

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Break forth, O Israel ! into song,

Let hymns ascend to heaven's vault; No sweeter task hath mortal tongue, Than its Creator to exalt.

Praise ye the rd!

The firmament's bright starry wall

Shall tremblingly vibrate the sound,
When with a trumpet ye extol
A God who doth in grace abound.

Praise ye the Lord !

Let hallelujah loudly rise!

Let hallelujah softly fall!
Until on angel lips it dies,
As they unto each other call,

Praise ye the Lord !

P. M.

16.

THE LORD OF HEAVEN.

The Lord of heaven reigns,

Eternal and sublime; All limit He disdains

Of power, space, or time.

Though ages take their flight,

No change in Him it makes, Whose raiment is the light,

Whose voice in thunder speaks.

Stars, with His essence fraught,

In harmony unite,
To praise the Hand that wrought

The orbs of day and night.

As ocean ebbs and flows,

Swayed by its viewless guide, In tempest or repose,

God still is glorified.

O Lord ! let me not fail

In trials of the soul; Let perfect faith prevail,

And pious self-control.

Desert not Thy frail charge,

But with a father's care My heart and mind enlarge,

To bear and to forbear.

P. M.

17.

WITHIN THY TEMPLE.

O God! within Thy temple-walls,

Light my spirit seems, and free, Regardless of those worldly calls,

That withdraw it oft from Thee. Faith to the proudest whispers : Here

Riches are but righteous deeds, And he who dries a human tear,

Ne'er to mercy vainly pleads.

Can sorrow at Thy altar raise

The voice of lamentation ?
Oh no! its plaint is changed to praise,

Regret, to resignation.
To naught all human evil shrinks,

Where revelation showeth
That God each soul to heaven links,

Which ne'er in trust foregoeth.

Oh! brightest, most benignant boon,

Above all others rated :
With Thee, Creator, to commune

In temples consecrated;

That when life's boundary is past,

More glorious still appears; Since sanctuary, we at last,

Find in celestial spheres.

P. M.

18.

THE LIFE AND LIGHT.

Thou art, O God, the life and light

Of all this wondrous world we see: Its glow by day, its smile by night

Are but reflections caught from Thee. Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine. When day, with farewell beam, delays

Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze

Through golden vistas into heaven,Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine. When youthful spring around us breathes,

Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh; And every flower the summer wreathes

Is born beneath Thy kindling eye: Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.

T. M.

19.

I LIFT MINE EYES.

(Psalm 121.)
I lift mine eyes unto the hills,

And to the boundless sky,
Thro' all life's sad and varied ills,

Our help is from on high.

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