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2 Oh! if we have forgotten Thee,

Or disobeyed Thy holy will,
Thou who dost every spirit see,

Wilt Thou forgive and love us still ? 3 Forgive, and help us, more and more

To be the children of Thy love;
That when our earthly days are o’er,

We still may dwell with Thee above.
65.
Sabbati Schools.

8.7. SABBATH Schools are England's glory,

Let them spread on every hand;
They send forth a Saviour's story,

To the thousands of our land :
Sunday scholars should be heedful

Of the blessings they enjoy;
God will send them more when needful,

And will all their wants supply. 2 Let us love our sabbath duty,

As a pleasure and delight;
Finding in our school such beauty

As is charming to the sight.
Praise and prayer are there delightful,

Joining in one happy throng;
And to serve the Lord is rightful,

In a loud triumphant song.
3 Then let scholars and let

teachers, All unite to serve the Lord ;

While He sends us faithful preachers,

Let us hearken to his word;
So whenever death shall meet us-

Having served the Lord with fear-
Then in heaven our friends will greet us,

To the joys for ever there. 66. National Anthem.

P.M. 1 GOD bless our Sunday schools,

Increase our Sunday schools;

God bless our schools.
On them in mercy shine,
May every child be Thine,
And love all hearts entwine;

God bless our schools.
2 Our teachers likewise bless,
And give them large success,

In winning souls.
May they encouraged be,
And ever may they see
Their labours crowned by Thee;

God bless our schools.
3 So may our schools increase,
In knowledge, love, and grace,

God bless our schools.
And while death's arrows fly,
And honoured teachers die,
May others still arise;

God bless our schools.

V. MORNING AND EVENING,

67.

78.

Morning.
1
NOW the dreary night is done

Comes again the glorious sun,
Crimson clouds, and silver white,

Wait upon his breaking light. 2 Saviour ! to Thy cottage home

Once the daylight used to come;
Thou hast ofttimes seen it break

Brightly o’er that eastern lake. 3 Thou wast meek and undefiled,

Make me holy too, and mild ;
Thou didst foil the tempter's power,

Help me in temptation's hour.
4 Thou didst love Thy mother here,

Make me gentle, kind, and dear;
Thou wast subject to her word,

Teach me to obey, O Lord.
5 Fretful feelings, passion, pride,

Never did with Thee abide ;
Make me watch myself to-day

That they lead me not astray.
6 With Thee, Lord, I would arise,

To Thee look with opening eyes,
All the day be at Thy side,
Saviour, Pattern, King, and Guide.

MORN

68. Morning Song

6.5. 1

amid the mountains'
Lovely solitude,
Gushing streams and fountains,

Murmur “ God is good!”
2 Now the glad sun breaking,

Pours a golden flood;
Deepest vales awaking,

Echo “ God is good!”
3 Hymns of praise are ringing

Through the leafy woud !
Songsters sweetly singing,

Warble “God is good!'
4 Wake and join the chorus,

Man, with soul endued !
He whose smile is o'er us,

God, our God is good! 69. Morning.

C.M.
My God, who makes the sun to know

His proper hour to rise,
And, to give light to all below,

Dost send him round the skies.

2 When from the chambers of the east

His morning race begins,
He never tires, nor stops to rest,

But round the world he shines.

3 So, like the sun, may I fulfil

The business of the day;
Begin my work betimes, and still

March on my heavenly way.
4 Give me, O Lord, Thy early grace,

Nor let my soul complain,
That the young morning of my days

Has all been spent in vain. 70. Morning.

P.M. 1 UNTO Him who guards us sleeping,

And by day,
From a thousand dangers keeping,

Guards our way;
Unto Him who makes His dwelling,
In the heav'n of light excelling,
Angels tongues His glory telling,

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Let us pray.

2 At the birth of rosy morning,

Fresh and gay,
When the sun the noon adorning,

Spreads his ray;
When the day's bright hours are ending,
Shades of night again descending,
Humbly at His footstool bending,

Let us pray.
3 For the bread our bodies feeding,

Day by day;
For the grace our souls are needing,

Lest we stray;