. The Sunday school speaker; or, Exercises for anniversaries and celebrations, consisting of addresses, dialogues, recitations, Bible class lessons, hymns, etc., adapted to the various subjects to which Sabbath school efforts are directed . g, would lisp thy naise, Encouraged by thy word. The golden orb that lights the day, Thy loftier glory shows,And stars may yield an humble ray To speak thy gloi-y too. Thus, while the aged own thy love, And pay their vows to children feel our bosoms move, To praise thy mercy free. Twas mercy reignd when God appeard, Yeild in our natures form ;Twas m
. The Sunday school speaker; or, Exercises for anniversaries and celebrations, consisting of addresses, dialogues, recitations, Bible class lessons, hymns, etc., adapted to the various subjects to which Sabbath school efforts are directed . g, would lisp thy naise, Encouraged by thy word. The golden orb that lights the day, Thy loftier glory shows,And stars may yield an humble ray To speak thy gloi-y too. Thus, while the aged own thy love, And pay their vows to children feel our bosoms move, To praise thy mercy free. Twas mercy reignd when God appeard, Yeild in our natures form ;Twas mercy smild on children dear, And led them to thine arms. And sure thy mercy formd the school. Where we thy Sabbaths thou dost smile—where thou dost rule, The childs unchanging RECITATIONS BY BOYS. Thy mercy taught those hearts to pray,And guide our youthful minds, Where we may learn thy pleasant ways,And wisdoms treasures find. 0 may thy mercy ever bless Our parents—teachers—friends— The Sabbath ever yield them rest,And peace their days attend. May they with us, when life shall close,Tell thy great ^lercy given; When in the grave our forms repose,0 may we meet in heaven ! •J2T rtuJ limWrnliUllllIIIP^. MONODY ON THE DEATH 0F REV. MELVILLE B. COX, MLS-SIONARY TO LIBERIA. [Whose words, in view of the probabiHty of his dying in Africa,were, Let thousands fall before Africa be given up.] [To be spoken by a Boy.] 0 WEEP, Salem weep! oer the darkness en-shrouding,The land where thy herald so lately displayedThe pennant of peace, while the tribes the bright day-star that dawnd ontheir shade. Weep, Salem weep! while the ocean-waveheaving,Comjgs freighted with moaning from parents and children their hamlets areleaving,To weep that the white man who lovd them3no RECITATIOXS BY BOYS. 129 From tliG home of his youth,—from the land of his love, To the place of the stranger he fearlessly sped, By the ipure love
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