THE TRINITY. SUNDAY SCHOOL HYMN. OUR Father, if indeed thou art The Father and the Friend Of those who with a lowly heart Before thy footstool bend, Hear us, Almighty and All-wise, And bless our infant years, And sanctify our childish joys, And dry our childish tears! Dear Saviour, if thy smile of old To little ones was given, If children such as we behold Thy Father's face in heaven, 1842. Thy gentle deed, thy gracious word Help us to bear in mind, And make us like thyself, O Lord, Holy and good and kind! Blest Spirit, if to thee belongs The morning of our days, If from young lips and stammering tongues Come! let us now thine influence prove, Our guide and guardian be, That we may know, obey and love The Father, Son, and Thee! THE TOMB OF JESUS. COME, see the place where Jesus lies! The last sad rite is done! With aching hearts and weeping eyes, The faithful few are gone. They washed with tears each bloody trace, Then spread the napkin o'er his face, By the sealed stone with grounded spears The guards their vigil keep : They wist not other eyes than theirs Watch o'er the Saviour's sleep. All Heaven above, all Hell beneath Bright hope and blank dismay— Look on, to see if grisly Death Can hold his mighty prey. Now, grisly Death, thy powers combine! Yet needs there stronger arm than thine To keep the Lord of Life. 'Tis done! O Death, thy Victor-guest O Grave, thou place of blessed rest January, 1843. G G SUNDAY SCHOOL HYMN. LET thy Spirit, Lord, descending, Rest upon each youthful heart; May his grace, this work attending, Heavenly life and love impart ! Let thy presence go before us Spread thy sheltering pinions o'er us, Oh thou good and gracious Father, Oh thou gentle Shepherd, gather With thine arm each helpless lamb! |