God of mercy, God of love,
God, in the Gospel of his Son,
God might have made the earth bring forth,
God, thou art good! each perfumed flower,
God moves in a mysterious way,
Go, when the morning shineth,
Great God, and wilt thou condescend,
Great God, accept our songs of praise,
Great God, our Father and our Friend,
Great Source of unexhausted good,
Great God, to thee my voice I raise,
Hail, reviving, joyous Spring,
Hail to the Lord's anointed,
Hark! the deep-toned bell is calling,
Hark! the Sabbath bells are ringing,
Hark, from that glorious world, what songs,
Hark! what mean those holy voices,
Hear ye not a voice from heaven,
How beautiful the setting sun,
How blest the righteous when he dies,
How can those who daily share,
How happy is the child who hears,
How kind, my parents, O, how kind,
How long sometimes a day appears,
How sweet to be allowed to pray,
How sweet the infant song,
How sweetly flowed the Gospel's sound,
How shall the young secure their hearts,
How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest,
Jesus, when a little child,
Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us,
Let the still air rejoice,
Let children come, so Jesus said,
Little children, come to me,.
Lo! the bright, the rosy morning,
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,
Lord! from mortal cares retreating,
Lord, I would own thy tender care,
Lord, what offering shall we bring,
Lord, we come to seek thy blessing,
Maker of the Sabbath day,
My country, 't is of thee,
My Father! cheering name,
My helper God, I bless thy name,
My Maker and my King,
Now in my early days,
Now that my journey 's just begun,
O for a closer walk with God,
O God, our strength, our hope,
O God! thy boundless love we praise,
Oh, our Father, what a treasure,
O, in the morn of life, when youth,.
The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know,
There is a book who runs may read,
There is an unseen power around,
There is a path that leads to God,
There is a stream whose gentle flow,
There's not a leaf within the bower,
There's not a tint that paints the rose,
The season's happy voices,
The seraphs bright are hovering,
The Sunday School, with joy so full,
The Sunday School is open to all,
Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
Thou art, O God, the life and light,
Thy gracious aid, great God, impart,
'Tis by the faith of joys to come,
'Tis summer, glorious summer,
To thee, my God, my days are known,
Turn, turn, the hasty foot aside,
We bless thee for this sacred day,
We come with joy and gladness,
We come in childhood's innocence,
Welcome, welcome, is the greeting,
Welcome, welcome, quiet morning,
We sing thy mercy, God of love,
We sin, whenever we pursue,
We've passed another Sabbath day,
When a foolish thought within,
When all thy mercies, O my God,
What are those soul-reviving strains,
What if a little drop should say,
When children give their hearts to God,
When daily I kneel down to pray,
When, for some little insult given,
When his salvation bringing,
When in my heart rise angry thoughts,
When Jesus left his heavenly throne,
When Jesus Christ was here below,.
When little Samuel woke,
When the morning bells are ringing,
When to the house of God we go,
While Thee we seek, protecting Power,
While verdure clothes the fertile vale,
While with ceaseless course the sun,
Who gave the sun his noonday light,
Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou,
With warm affection let us view,
Ye friends of youth who stand around,
1 OUR FATHER, here again we raise
To thee our morning hymn of praise,
For all the joys thy smiles afford,
This sacred day, thy holy word.
2 We thank thee, Father, that to thee
Again we bend the lowly knee,
That here in peace and prayer we stand,
Upheld by an almighty hand.
3 Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
Keep us from sin and error free;
Thy Sabbaths may we so improve,
As best to win our Father's love.
4 So shall we then, when life shall end
A nobler, holier Sabbath spend ;
Where thy good children all shall be,
Joined in one family with thee.
1 WE come in childhood's innocence.
We come, as children, free!
We offer up, O God! our hearts
In trusting love to thee.
2 Well may we bend, in solemn joy,
At thy bright courts above ;-
Well may the grateful child rejoice,
In such a Father's love.
3 In joy we wake, in peace we sleep,
Safe from all midnight harms
Not folded in an angel's wings,
But in a Father's arms.
4 We come not as the mighty come; Not as the proud we bow;
But as the pure in heart should bend,
Seek we thine altars now.
5" Forbid them not," the Saviour said
In speechless rapture dumb,
We hear the call-we seek thy face-
Father! we come-we come!
Commencing Hymn. 7's M. 61.
1 SAFELY through another week,
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek,
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