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SUNDAY SCHOOL FESTIVAL, 1839.
Most High! most Mighty! and most Great! We bend around Thy throne,Thy guardian care to supplicate, Thy guardian love to own.
We come with feeble, faltering feet: Be Thou, O God! our strength;And to Thy holier mercy seat, Conduct our steps at length.
Bid the rich dews of grace divine Descend on each young head;And o'er each heart, Thy chosen shrine, Their gracious influence shed.
For her, we drop love's silent tear,— So late the bright and fair!May she not, though unseen, be near, Unheard, to join our prayer?
And when no more our wandering feet Shall tread time's wave-washed shore,O! may Thy parted children meet Where love shall weep no more.
