Poems.
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Go seek Time's storied urn,
Remove the dust of ages,
And thou wilt truly learn,
Sadness hath marked its pages.
Remove the dust of ages,
And thou wilt truly learn,
Sadness hath marked its pages.
FOR A SUNDAY SCHOOL.
Almighty God! before thy throne,
With thankful hearts we bow;
Be pleased to bless this little band,
And smile upon us now.
With thankful hearts we bow;
Be pleased to bless this little band,
And smile upon us now.
Thy goodness formed us from the dust,
Thy hand upholds us still
Oh, may we ever in thee trust,
And love thy holy will.
Thy hand upholds us still
Oh, may we ever in thee trust,
And love thy holy will.
And as from week to week we meet
Within this house of prayer,
To ask thy blessing for us all,
Thy great, protecting care.
Within this house of prayer,
To ask thy blessing for us all,
Thy great, protecting care.
May every little bosom swell
With pure and fervent love,
And grateful incense from each heart,
Rise to thy throne above.
With pure and fervent love,
And grateful incense from each heart,
Rise to thy throne above.
