At every word he spoke,

How much did he rejoice:

O blessed, happy child, to find
The God of heaven so near and kind!

2 If God would speak to me,

And say he was my friend,
How happy should I be,

Oh, how would I attend;

The smallest sin I then would fear,
If God Almighty were so near.

3 And does he never speak?
O yes; for in his word
He bids me come and seek

The God that Samuel heard.
In almost every page I see,
The God of Samuel calls to me.

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4 Like Samuel let me say,
Whene'er I read his word,
Speak, Lord, I would obey
The voice that Samuel heard;"
And when I in this place appear,
Speak, for thy servant waits to hear.

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Invitation to Early Piety.

'Watchman, tell us,' &c.

7's M.

In the Cottage.

1 "LITTLE children, come to me;" This is what the Saviour said; Little children, come and see,

Where those blessed words are read.

2 Thus ye hear the Saviour speak;

"Come ye all, and learn of me,

I am gentle, lowly, meek;"
So should little children be.

3 When our Saviour from above From his Father did descend, Taken in his arms of love,

Children saw in him their friend.

4 Jesus little children blest;

Blest in innocence they are;

Little children, thus caressed,
Praise him in your infant prayer!

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FOLLEN.

Hummel.

Devotion. C. M.

Brattle Street.

1 WHILE Thee we seek, protecting Power! Be our vain wishes stilled;

And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be filled.

2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed,
To thee our thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er our lives has flowed;
That mercy we adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand we see!

Each blessing to our souls more dear,
Because conferred by thee.

4 In every joy that crowns our days,
In every pain we bear,

Our hearts shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

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5 When gladness wings our favored hour,
Thy love our thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
Our souls shall meet thy will.

6 Our lifted eyes, without a tear,

The gathering storm shall see;

Our steadfast hearts shall know no fear;
Those hearts shall rest on thee!

Ballerma.

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Prayer. C. M.

Woodstock.

1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed;

The motion of a hidden fire

That glows within the breast.

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,

The upward glancing of the eye,
When none but God is near.

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;

Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach
The ears of God on high.

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air,

His watchword at the gate of death;
He enters heaven with prayer.

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MONTGOMERY.

Ballerma.

Prayer. C. M.

1 WHEN daily I kneel down to pray
As I am taught to do,
God will not answer what I say,
Unless I feel it too.

2 Some idle play, or childish toy,
Can send my thoughts abroad;
Though it should be my greatest joy
To love and seek the Lord.

Hummel.

3 0, let me never, never dare
To act the trifler's part,

Or think that God will hear a prayer
Which comes not from the heart.

4 But if I make his ways my choice,
As holy children do,

Then while I seek him with my voice,
My heart will love him too.

Sunrise.

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Prayer. P. M.

Belknap, S. S. S. Book.

1 SWEET is the place of praise,
And sweet the hour of prayer!
Gild then thy days with these,-
Their blessings share.

To hold communion sweet with God,
To follow where the Saviour trod,
Are priceless gifts for us to use,—
Never to abuse.

Sweet is the place of praise, &c.

2 When joy is round thy way,
And peace thy breast shall fill,
To God then grateful pray,
And praise him still.

Where'er ye go, where'er ye be,
In all ye feel, in all ye see,
Remember Him who gives ye all-

And leaves the proud to fall.
When joy is round thy way,

&c.

3 Should sorrow be thy lot,
And tears thy path bedew,
Think not that you're forgot,-
God cares for you.