3 But, ah, we have wandered, as sheep, from thy fold, And the hearts of thy children through sin have grown cold, Though young we have err'd, and would humbly implore The mercy we need, that we wander no more. 4 We own we are guilty-but Jesus has died And shall we, when pleading his name, be denied? Ah no, thou hast promised that plea thou wilt heed, And through thy free grace make us children indeed. 5 Yet awhile 'tis thy will that on earth we remain Exposed to dark trial, temptation, and pain; Yet here but as pilgrims and strangers we roam, For if thou art our Father, then heaven is our home. 6 Yes, there shall we gather around the glad throne With angels, and wearing robes bright as their own, Where the praise of thy children shall rise with out rest To Father, Son, Spirit-one God ever blest. 286 CHILDREN AND SABBATH SCHOOLS. 325 Children's Praise to the Trinity. 1 GLORY to the Father give, God, in whom we move and live; Children's prayers he deigns to hear; 2 Glory to the Son we bring, Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King, 3 Glory to the Holy Ghost, All our minds may he inspire,- 4 Glory in the highest be For the Gospel from above, For the word that "God is love." 7s. 326" of such is the Kingdom of Heaven." C. M. (with Chorus.) 1 AROUND the throne of God in heaven Thousands of children stand, Children whose sins are all forgiven, Glory be to God on high. 2 In flowing robes of spotless white, Glory be to God on high. 3 What brought them to that world above, That heaven so bright and fair, Where all is peace, and joy, and love,- Glory be to God on high. 4 Because the Saviour shed his blood To wash away their sin, Bathed in that pure and precious flood, Behold them white and clean: Singing-Glory, glory, Glory be to God on high. 5 On earth they sought the Saviour's grace, On earth they loved his name; So now they see his blesséd face, And stand before the Lamb: Singing-Glory, glory, Glory be to God on high. 327 "Wilt thou Bless us?" 8s & 6. 1 ONCE around the Saviour pressing, 2 While our fresh, young lips are singing, 3 To our childish voices, blending 4 Hear, dear Jesus, for we're praying, 5 All along our pathway growing, Keep our hands their thorns from knowing- 6 Only love's pure blossoms grasping; To our hearts the dear cross clasping- 328 Children's Song of the Happy Land. 6s, 4s & 7. 1 THERE is a happy land, Far, far away, Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright, as day; O, how they sweetly sing, 2 Come to that happy land,- Why will ye doubting stand, O, we shall happy be, When from sin and sorrow free; 3 Bright in that happy land, Beams every eye; Kept by a Father's hand, Love cannot die: |