4. Oh, may we feel a Saviour's love,
To him our souls commend,

Who left his glorious home above,
To be the children's Friend.

5. Lord, draw our youthful hearts to thee,
And, when this life shall end,

Raise us to live above the sky
With thee, the children's Friend.

101. 11s.

1. In the far better land of glory and light The ransom'd are singing in garments of white,

The harpers are harping, and all the bright train

Sing the song of Redemption,-The Lamb that was slain.

2. Like the sound of the sea swells their chorus of praise,

Round the star-circled crown of the Ancient of Days,

And thrones and dominions re-echo the strain

Of Glory eternal to Him that was slain.

3. Dear Saviour, may we, with our voices so faint,

Sing the chorus celestial with angel and saint? Yes! yes! we will sing, and thine ear we will gain

With the song of Redemption,-The Lamb that was slain.

4. Now children and teachers and friends all unite

In a loud Hallelujah with the ransom'd in light;

To Jesus we'll sing that melodious strain, The song of Redemption,-The Lamb that was slain.

109. 8s, 7s & 4s.

1. SAVIOUR, like a shepherd lead us:
Much we need thy tender care;
In thy pleasant pastures feed us,
For our use thy folds prepare.
Blessed Jesus!

Thou hast bought us, thine we are.

2. We are thine: do thou befriend us,
Be the guardian of our way;
Keep thy flock, from sin defend us,
Seek us when we go astray.

Blessed Jesus!

Hear young children when they pray.

3. Thou hast promised to receive us,
Poor and sinful though we be;
Thou hast mercy to relieve us,
Grace to cleanse, and power to free.
Blessed Jesus!

Let us early turn to thee.

4. Early let us seek thy favour,
Early let us do thy will;
Holy Lord, our only Saviour,
With thy grace our bosom fill.
Blessed Jesus!

Thou hast loved us, love us still.

1. HAPPY, Saviour, would I be,
If I could but trust in thee!
Trust thy wisdom me to guide,
Trust thy goodness to provide.

2. Trust thy saving love and power,
Trust thee every day and hour;
Trust in sickness, trust in health,
Trust in poverty and wealth.

3. Trust in joy, and trust in grief,
Trust thy promise for relief;
Trust thy blood to cleanse my soul,
Trust thy grace to make me whole.

4. Trust thee living, dying too,
Trust thee all my journey through;
Trust thee, till my feet shall be
Planted on the crystal sea.

111. 8s, 7s & 4s.

1. SAVIOUR, at thy footstool bending,
We, a youthful band, appear;
May our grateful songs, ascending,
Reach and please thy gracious ear.
Thus to praise thee

Make and keep our hearts sincere.

2. No harsh words of indignation
Drive this little flock from thee;
Gentle is thy invitation:

"Suffer them to come to me."
Dearest Saviour,

Let us each thy kingdom see.

3. Take us, then, thou kind protector,
Keep us by thy watchful care;
Be our Shepherd, Friend, Director;
In thy arms of mercy bear,
Guide to glory:

We shall dwell in safety there.

112. 8s & 7s.

1. SAVIOUR, Source of every blessing,
Tune my heart to grateful lays;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for ceaseless songs of praise.

2. Teach me some melodious measure.
Sung by raptured saints above;
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While I sing redeeming love.

3. Thou didst seek me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
Thou, to save my soul from danger,
Didst redeem me with thy blood.

4. By thy hand restored, defended,
Safe through life thus far I've come;
Safe, O Lord, when life is ended,
Bring me to my heavenly home.

113. L. M.

1. I KNOW that my Redeemer lives:
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, he lives, who once was dead,
He lives, my ever-living Head.

2. He lives to bless me with his love,
He lives to plead for me above,
He lives my hungry soul to feed,
He lives to help in time of need.

3. He lives to silence all my fears,
He lives to wipe away my tears,
He lives to calm my troubled heart,
He lives, all blessings to impart.

4. He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, my Jesus, still the same;
Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives,
I know that my Redeemer lives!

HOLY SPIRIT.

114. C.M.

1. COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2. Look, how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys!
Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys.

3. In vain we tune our formal songs;
In vain we strive to rise;

Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.