2 Thanks for thy light so free, Causing our eyes to see Thy truth and grace; Love, that dispels our fear, Mercy, to sinners dear, Life, dying souls to cheer, For all our race. 3 Thanks, that on hearts like ours Thy loving kindness showers Knowledge divine; O let its influence be Fruitful in works for thee, Causing in purity Our lives to shine. 4 Bless this our childhood band, And let us ever stand Truthful and strong; Christians in deed and love, Such as thou wilt approve, Till we in worlds above Thy praise prolong! 754. 7s. & 6s. M. S. S. Choir. The Same. 1 When, his salvation bringing, To Zion Jesus came, The children all stood singing Hosanna to his name. Nor did their zeal offend him, But, as he rode along, He bade them still attend him, And smiled to hear their song. 2 And since the Lord retaineth His love for children still, Though now as king he reigneth On Zion's heavenly hill, We'll flock around his banner, Who sits upon the throne; And cry aloud, "Hosanna To David's royal Son." 3 For should we fail proclaiming Our great Redeemer's praise, The stones, our silence shaming, Might well hosanna raise. But shall we only render The tribute of our words? No! while our hearts are tender, They, too, shall be the Lord's. 755. 7s. & 6s. M. Boston S. S. H. Book. Anniversary of Independence. 1 We come with joy and gladness To breathe our songs of praise, Nor let one note of sadness Be mingled in our lays; For 'tis a hallowed story, This theme of freedom's birth: Our fathers' deeds of glory Are echoed round the earth. 2 The sound is waxing stronger, And thrones and nations hear-- Proud men shall rule no longer, For God the Lord is near: And he will crush oppression, And raise the humble mind, And give the earth's possession Among the good and kind. 3 And then shall sink the mountains Where pride and power are crowned, And peace, like gentle fountains, Shall shed its pureness round. O God! we would adore thee, And in thy shadow rest; Our fathers bowed before thee, And trusted and were blest. 756. 8s. & 7s. M. Horne. Autumn Warnings. 1 See the leaves around us falling, Dry and withered, to the ground; Thus to thoughtless mortals calling, In a sad and solemn sound:-- 2 "Youth, on length of days presuming, Who the paths of pleasure tread,-- View us, late in beauty blooming, Numbered now among the dead. 3 "What though yet no losses grieve you, Gay with health and many a grace, Let not cloudless skies deceive you: Summer gives to autumn place."