II.

How great His pow'r is, none can tell,
Nor think how large His grace;
Not men below, nor saints that dwell
On high, before His face.

III.

Not angels that stand round the Lord Can search His secret will;

But they perform His heav'nly word, And sing His praises still.

IV.

Then let me join this holy train,
And my first off'rings bring;
Th' eternal God will not disdain
To hear an infant sing.

V.

My heart resolves, my tongue obeys, And angels shall rejoice

To hear their mighty Maker's praise Sound from a feeble voice.

4

Slow

HEAVEN AND HELL.
Tune, "Shirland."

There is be - - yond

the sky

There is a dreadful Hell,

And everlasting pains :

There sinners must with Devils dwell
In darkness, fire, and chains.

Can such a Child as I

Escape this wretched end?
And may I hope, whene'er I die,
I shall to Heav'n ascend?

Then will I read and pray,
While I have life and breath;
Lest I should be cut off to-day,
And sent t' eternal death.

Who it is that reigns above?

Yes, 'tis God, who made the Earth;
God, who gave us infants birth ;
God, who gives us all our joys;
God, who loves us, little boys;
God, who sends the pleasant breeze,
Blowing soft through flow'rs and trees:

Oh! then always serve and love
The great God that reigns above.

F

Suffer us Thy Lambs to be.

Blessed Jesus, Thou hast bidden
Babes like us to come to Thee;
Though by thy disciples chidden,
Thou didst tell them not to flee.

Gracious God! we humbly thank Thee,
Thou didst give thy Son to die;
Us from eternal death to free:
Glory be to God on high.

Saviour! condescend to feed us;
Richly let thy mercy flow:
Send thy Spirit, blessed Jesus;

Light and life on us bestow.

O! I would learn them all the day,

I'm

sure I

love them more than play.

II.

When I'm grown up-yes, quite in age,
Still I shall love his pleasant page—
Still I shall love the songs I sung,

That taught me good when I was young.