Now you're in the gallery, SONG IV. See the pretty humming bee, In the dew-bespangled meadow Hark, how merry Robert's whistling, Joins the chorus-bow, wow, wow. SONG V. Very little things are we; Just like little pretty lambs Of our much-lov'd Infant School. In the winter, when 'tis mild, SONG VI. March, march, march to the play-ground, Hands behind, orderly, upright, and cheerfully; S Boys, S Boys, Left foot and right foot, so keep the step carefully. No naughty words we'll say ; Girls. Quarrel, nor fight, but run round the trees, and sing; Love one another, Like sister and brother, And haste into school, when our Teacher the bell shall ring. March, march, march, &c. SONG VII. See, how happy we are here! Friends so kind, and Teachers dear; Free from envy, care, and strife, Is not our's a happy life? Let us keep this rule in mind, Left foot, right foot, hands behind ; Then, how pretty it will be, Marching to the gallery. AN INFANT'S SONG, OR MARCH. We are happy when at school, First. Little children, little children, Second. We should all be good at home, To our parents, to our parents; What they tell us we should bring,- To our parents, to our parents. NATIONAL HYMN. God save William, our King, May he the people bless, And rule in righteousness, Wealth, peace, and godliness; God save the King. And when we breathe a pray'r, May heav'n her life befriend, Immortal bliss her end; God save the Queen. And when this life shall cease, God save the King and Queen. Then freed from earthly care, God save the King and Queen. HYMN. Here we suffer grief and pain; CHORUS. O! that will be joyful! When we meet to part no more! All who love the Lord below, When they die to Heaven will go, And sing with saints above. O! that will be joyful! &c. Little Children will be there, Who have sought the Lord by pray'r, O! that will be joyful! &c. Teachers, too, shall meet above, O! that will be joyful! &c. O! how happy we shall be! O! that will be joyful! &c. There we all shall sing with joy, In praising Christ the Lord. O! that will be joyful! &c. Sunday, &c. Р God shall wipe away all tears, O! that will be joyful! &c. None have seen, nor ear hath heard, O! that will be joyful! &c. Let us all then watch and pray, Then it will be joyful! &c. THE ALARMED CAPTIVE BIRD. O you foolish fluttering thing, Come try and be joyful, Rest awhile and stand upright, And be at rest and ease. O then you'll be joyful, &c. Who made you that neat round head, And sends the seed on which you 're fed, From fields so far away? Come sing and be joyful, &c, Who, too, made that nice sharp beak, Which you use from week to week, To peck your daily food? Do sing and be joyful, &c. O! what bright and sparkling eyes, Away from naughty boys. O won't you be joyful, &c. |