4 Toil on, toil on; thou soon shalt find For labour rest, for exile home; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voiceThe midnight peal, "Behold, I come." 291. For Sunday or Charity Schools. 1 C.M. BLEST is the man whose heart expands And the rich blessings of whose hands, 2 Children our kind protection claim, When infants learn to lisp His name, 3 Be ours the bliss, in wisdom's way, And lead the mind that went astray, 4 Almighty God, Thine influence shed, The honours of Thy name be spread, 292. Brotherly Love. 1 BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love, S.M. 2 Before, our Father's throne, 3 We share our mutual woes; 4 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain; 5 This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way;. 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, And perfect love and friendship reign 293. 1 The Accepted Time. S.M. O make Thy servants truly wise, 3 Since on this winged hour Waken, by Thy almighty power, 4 One thing demands our care; Lest, slighted once, the season fair IX. SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 294. New Year. 1 COME 2 let us anew Our journey pursue, Roll round with the year, P.M. And never stand still till the Master appear. Let us gladly fulfil; And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labour of love. Our time as a stream And the fugitive moment refuses to stay: The arrow is flown, The moment is gone, The millennial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity's near. 3 O that each in the day Of His coming may say, "I have fought my way through, I have finished the work Thou didst give me Oh that each, from his Lord, Enter into My joy, and sit down on My throne.' 295. Opening or Close of the Year. L.M. 1 GREAT God! we sing that mighty hand, 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 3 With grateful hearts the past we own; Our helper God, in whom we trust, In better worlds our souls shall boast. 296. Close of the Year. MY helper God! I bless His name; L.M. The same His power, His grace the same; The tokens of His friendly care Open, and crown, and close the year. 297. On the Death of a Teacher. C.M. 1 WHAT though the arm of conquering death, Doth God's own house invade, What though the teacher and the friend 2 Though earthly teachers dwell in dust, The watchful eye in darkness closed, |