4 Toil on, toil on; thou soon shalt find

For labour rest, for exile home;
Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice-

The midnight peal, “Behold, I come." 291. For Sunday or Charity Schools. C.M. 1 BLEST

is the man whose heart expands At melting pity's call, And the rich blessings of whose hands,

Like heavenly manna fall.
2 Children our kind protection claim,

And God will well approve,
When infants learn to lisp His name,

And their Creator love.
3 Be ours the bliss, in wisdom's way,

To guide untutored youth,
And lead the mind that went astray,

To virtue and to truth.
4 Almighty God, Thine influence shed,

To aid this good design;
The honours of Thy name be spread,

And all the glory Thine. 292 Brotherly Love.

S.M.
BLEST be the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love,
The fellowship of kindred minds

Is like to that above.

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2 Before our Father's throne,

We pour our ardent prayers ;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,

Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes ;

Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows

The sympathizing tear. 4 When we asunder part,

It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be join'd in heart,

And hope to meet again. 5 This glorious hope revives

Our courage by the way;.
While each in expectation lives,

And longs to see the day. 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,

And sin, we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign

Through all eternity. 293.

The Accepted Time. S.M.
TO-MORROW, Lord, is Thine,

Lodged in Thy sovereign hand ;
And if its sun arise and shine,

It shines by Thy command. 2 The present moment flies,

And bears our lives away ;

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O make Thy servants truly wise,

That they may live to-day. 3 Since on this winged hour

Eternity is hung,
Waken, by Thy almighty power,

The aged and the young.
4 One thing demands our care ;

O, be it still pursued ;
Lest, slighted once, the season fair

Should never be renewed !

IX. SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 294. New Year.

P.M. COME let us anew

Our journey pursue,

Roll round with the year,
And never stand still till the Master appear.

His adorable will
Let us gladly fulll ;

And our talents improve,
By the patience of hope, and the labour of love.

Our life is a dream,
Our time as a stream

Glides swiftly away,
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay:

The arrow is flown,
The moment is gone,

The millennial year
Rushes on to our view, and eternity's near.

3

O that each in the day
Of His coming may say,

I have fought my way through,
I have finished the work Thou didst give me

to do."
Oh that each, from his Lord,
May receive the glad word,

“ Well and faithfully done;
Enter into My joy, and sit down on My throne.'
295. Opening or Close of the Year. L.M.
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GI
REAT God! we sing that mighty hand,

By which supported still we stand;
The opening year Thy mercy shows;

That mercy crowns it till it close.
2 By day, by night, at home, abroad,

Still are we guarded by our God;
By His incessant bounty fed,

By His unerring counsel led.
3 With grateful hearts the past we own;

The future, all to us unknown,
We to Thy guardian-care commit,

And peaceful leave before Thy feet.
4 In scenes exalted or depressed,

Thou art our joy, and Thou our rest;

Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, 1

Adored through all our changing days.
5 When death shall interrupt these songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues,

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Our helper God, in whom we trust,

In better worlds our souls shall boast. 296. Close of the Year.

L.M. My helper God! I bless His name;

The same His power, His grace the same; The tokens of His friendly care

Open, and crown, and close the year. 2 I, 'midst ten thousand dangers stand,

Supported by His guardian hand,
And see, when I survey my ways,

Ten thousand monuments of praise. 3 Thus far His arm hath led me on;

Thus far I make His mercy known;
And, while I tread this desert land,

New mercies shall new songs demand. 4 My grateful soul, on Jordan's shore,

Shall raise one sacred pillar more';
Then bear, in His bright courts above,
Inscriptions of immortal love.

On the Death of a Teacher. C.M. 1 WHAT though the arm of conquering death,

Doth God's own house invade,What though the teacher and the friend

Be numbered with the dead ;-
2 Though earthly teachers dwell in dust,

The aged and the young,-
The watchful eye in darkness closed,

And mute the instructive tongue ;

297.