364. 7s & 6s.

1. WHEN shall the voice of singing Flow joyfully along?

When hill and valley, ringing

With one triumphant song,
Proclaim the contest ended,
And Him who once was slain
Again to earth descended
In righteousness to reign?

2. Then from the craggy mountains
The sacred shout shall fly,
And shady vales and fountains
Shall echo the reply;

High tower and lowly dwelling
Shall send the chorus round,

All hallelujah swelling,

In one eternal sound!

365. L. M.

1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run,

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

2. To him shall endless prayer be made,
And endless praises crown his head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With every morning sacrifice;

3. People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.

4. Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honours to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud amen

ANNIVERSARY.

366. 8s.

1. PRESERVED by thine almighty power,
O Lord, our Maker, Saviour, King,
And brought to see this happy hour,
We come thy praises here to sing.
CHORUS.

Happy day, happy day!

Here in thy courts we'll gladly stay,
And at thy footstool humbly pray
That thou wouldst take our sins away.
Happy day, happy day,

When Christ shall wash our sins away!

2. We praise thee for thy constant care,
For life preserved, for mercies given:
Oh, may we still those mercies share,
And taste the joys of sins forgiven!
3. We praise thee for the joyful news

Of pardon through a Saviour's blood:
O Lord, incline our hearts to choose
The way to happiness and God.

4. And when on earth our days are done,

Graut, Lord, that we at length may join, Teachers and scholars, round thy throne The song of Moses and the Lamb.

367. 11s.

1. THE Sunday-school army has gather'd once

more;

Its numbers are greater than ever before;

Its banners are spread, and shall never be furl'd,

Till the Prince of salvation has conquer'd the world.

CHORUS.

Sing! sing! for the army is on its bright

way

To the homes of the blest and the mansions

of day.

2. We fight against evil and battle with wrong. Our sword is the Bible, both trusty and strong; Our watchword is Prayer, and Faith is our shield,

And never, no. never to our foes will we yield.

3. In the midst of our conflicts we'll think of

the Lord,

Who died on the cross, and from death was restored,

To save us from sin, and to give us a place With the angels who always behold his bright face.

4. To Jesus, our Captain, Hosannas we raise, And join with our teachers in singing his praise;

His soldiers we are, and his soldiers will be Till we lay down our armour and death sets us free.

368. 6s & 7s.

1. COME, join our celebration
With hallow'd songs of joy,
And on this bright occasion
Your sweetest notes employ;
Parents and friends invited,
And teachers, now are here,
In purpose all united

Our youthful hearts to cheer.

2. Thanks to the God of heaven,
Kind guardian of our race,
For all the favours given

Beneath his smiling face,-
For health and strength and reason,
And friendship unalloy'd,
And every pleasant season
In Sunday-schools enjoy'd.
Come, join, &c.

3. Thanks for the kind protection
God's arm has thrown around,
And for that sweet affection
He causes to abound

In those who're watching o'er us
With many an anxious sigh,
And seeking to restore us
To peace and heavenly joy.
Come, join, &c.

4. May God with many a blessing
Reward their toil and care,
And hear them while addressing
His throne in fervent prayer.

And may his love, constraining,
Our youthful spirits bow;
And grace forever reigning
Our inmost souls endow.
Come, join, &c.

369. 7s & 6s.

1. TO-DAY we come with singing
And gladness in our breast,
Our blooming offerings bringing,
For God has greatly blest.
We spread our flowing banners,
And lift our voices high,
Our hymns and glad Hosannas
Resounding through the sky.

2. We come with exultation,
A joyful, happy band,
Proclaiming free salvation
To children of our land.
Loud ring the glowing anthem!
Oh, shout, "A Saviour slain !"
And let the mountains echo
The glories of his name.

3. Our souls be fill'd with gladness:
Let rapture swell the breast;
Ten thousand hearts are beating
For children in the West.
Shout, shout, ye saints, in triumph!
The Conqueror comes to reign;

Let earth exalt her Saviour

And bless Immanuel's name.