HYMNS.

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EARLY PIETY-INVITATIONS.

COME

O come, and let us worship.

ME, let us join the hosts above,
Now in our youthful days;
Remember our Creator's love,
And lisp our Father's praise.

2 His majesty will not despise
The day of feeble things:
Grateful the songs of children rise,
And please the King of kings.

3 He loves to be remember'd thus,
And honour'd for his grace;
Out of the mouths of babes like us,
His wisdom perfects praise.

C. M.

4 Glory to God, and praise, and power, Honour and thanks be given!

Children and cherubim adore

The Lord of earth and heaven.

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Christ's invitation.

C. M.

UR Saviour bids the children come;
He bids us come to Him;

OUR

And, as in other days, he spreads
His arms to take us in.

2 Forever blessed be his name;
No earthly love like his!

O may it draw our hearts to him,
And to the world of bliss!

3 There may we come at last, to sing
In nobler strains his praise;

And join the little ones, who stand
Before our Father's face.

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S. M.

Come to Jesus.

OME to the mercy-seat-
Come to the place of

prayer: Come, little children, to His feet, In whom ye live and are!

2 Come to your God in prayer---Come to your Saviour now

While youthful skies are bright and fair, on your brow.

And health

3 Come in the name of Him
Who all your sorrows bore--
Who ever lives to pardon sin,
And will be sought by prayer.

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MOTIVES TO EARLY PIETY.

I am to live forever.

C. M.

HE sun that lights the world shall fade,
The stars shall pass away;

But I, a child, immortal made,

Shall witness their decay.

2 Yes, I shall live when they are dead,
Though now so bright they shine;
When earth, and all it holds, are fled,
Eternity is mine.

3 For I shall never, never die,
While God himself remains;
But either live in heaven on high,
Or bound in hell in chains.

4 If heaven and hell ne'er pass away,
To Christ O let me flee;

If pain be hard for one short day,
What must forever be !

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Thou, God, seest me.

ALMIGHTY God, thy piercing of ni

C. M.

Strikes through the shades of night,
And our most secret actions lie
All open to thy sight.

2 There's not a sin that we commit,
Nor wicked word we say,
But in thy dreadful book 'tis writ,
Against the judgment-day.

3 And must the crimes that I have done
Be read and publish'd there?
Be all exposed before the sun,
While men and angels hear?
4 Lord, at thy foot ashamed I lie;
Upward I dare not look;

Pardon my sins before I die,

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And blot them from thy book.

Death approaches.

L. M.

HERE is an hour when I must die, Nor do I know how soon 'twill come, A thousand children, young as I,

Are call'd by death to hear their doom. 2 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.