A Hymn, For The Use Of The Sunday School At Olney.

Hear, Lord, the song of praise and prayer In heaven thy dwelling-place, From infants made the public care, And taught to seek thy face. Thanks for thy word and for thy day, And grant us, we implore, Never to waste in sinful play Thy holy Sabbaths more. Thanks that we hear'but O! impart To each desires sincere, That we may listen with our heart, And learn as well as hear. For if vain thoughts the mind engage Of older far than we, What hope, that, at our heedless age, Our minds should e'er be free? Much hope, if thou our spirits take Under thy gracious sway, Who canst the wisest wiser make, And babes as wise as they. Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows, A sun that ne'er declines, And be thy mercies shower'd on those Who placed us where it shines.