4. Help me to watch and pray
And on thyself rely,

Assured, if I my trust betray,
I shall forever die.

294. L. M.

1. WE are but young; yet we may sing
The praises of our heavenly King:
He made the earth, the sea, the sky,
And all the starry worlds on high.

2. We are but young; yet we must die;
Perhaps our latter end is nigh:
Lord, may we early seek thy grace,
And find in Christ a hiding-place.

3. We are but young; we need a guide:
Jesus, in thee we would confide;
Oh, lead us in the path of truth,
Protect and bless our helpless youth.

4. We are but young; yet God has shed
Unnumber'd blessings on our head;
Then let our youth and riper days
Be all devoted to his praise.

295. L. M.

1. THERE is a God who reigns above,

The Lord of heaven and earth and seas

I fear his wrath, I ask his love,

And with my lips I sing his praise.

2. There is a law which he hath made, To teach us all what we must do;

And his commands must be obey'd,
For they are holy, just and true.

3. There is an hour when I must die,

Nor do I know how soon 'twill come: Thousands of children young as I

Are call'd by death to hear their doom.

4. Let me improve the hours I have,
Before the day of grace is fled:
There's no repentance in the grave,
Nor pardon offer'd to the dead.

296. C. M.

1. LORD, I would own thy tender care,
And all thy love to me;
The food I eat, the clothes I wear,
Are all bestow'd by thee.

2. And thou preservest me from death
And dangers every hour;

I cannot draw another breath
Unless thou give the power.

3. My health and friends and parents dear To me by God are given;

I have not any blessings here

But what are sent from heaven.

4. Such goodness, Lord, and constant care A child can ne'er repay;

But may it be my daily prayer

To love thee and obey.

297. C. M.

1. WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love and praise.

2. Unnumber'd comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flow'd.

3. When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.

5. Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue,
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

298. 6s. 6 lines.

1. GREAT Shepherd of the sheep,
Who all thy flock doth keep,
Leading by waters calm,

Do thou my footsteps guide,
To follow by thy side,

Make me thy little lamb.

2. I fear I may be torn
By many a sharp-set thorn,
As far from thee I stray;
My weary feet may bleed
For rough are paths which lead
Out of thy pleasant way.

3. But when the road is long,
Thy tender arm, and strong,
The weary one will bear;
And thou wilt wash me clean,
And lead to pastures green,
Where all the flowers are fair,

4. Till, from the soil of sin
Cleansed and made pure within,
Dear Saviour, whose I am,
Thou bringest me in love,
To thy sweet fold above,

A little snow-white lamb.

1. How blest the righteous when he dies,
When sinks a weary soul to rest!
How mildly beam the closing eyes!
How gently heaves the expiring breast!

2. So fades a summer cloud away,

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, So gently shuts the eye of day,

So dies a wave along the shore.

3. A holy quiet reigns around,

A calm which life nor death destroys; Nothing disturbs that peace profound Which his unfetter'd soul enjoys.

4. Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, Where lights and shades alternate dwell! How bright the unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world! farewell!

5. Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies; While heaven and earth combine to say, "How blest the righteous when he dies

300. L. M.

1. ASLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep!
From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturb'd repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes.

2. Asleep in Jesus! Oh, how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet!
With holy confidence to sing
That Death has lost his cruel sting.

3. Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest!

Whose waking is supremely blest;
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
That manifests the Saviour's power.