Our Gift by Boston Teachers of the School Street Universalist Sunday School
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page 84 of 98 (85%)
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Give me rest till morning bright.
Teach me day by day thy will, With pure love my spirit fill, Till I'm fitted for that rest, In the mansions of the blest. _Eld. B._ It is indeed a very pretty hymn, and I am glad you have learned it so well. I hope you will never forget it. Here comes my teacher; and as it will be ten minutes before the school commences, we shall have time for conversation. Here the teacher drew near and spoke to the boys:-- _Teach._ Good morning, my boys; how do you do, this fine morning? _Eld. B._ Good morning, sir; we are well, I thank you. _Teach._ You are in good season this morning, and I am glad to see that you are. It is so much better to be before our time, than to be a little late. We get along so much better with the business of the school, and have time to converse together. Besides, to be in school at the opening of the exercises, shows that you value and wish to improve its privileges. _Eld. B._ We were talking about the school, and why we go there. I told my brother that I went because I like to go. Will you please to tell us the advantages of attendance on the Sabbath school? _Teach._ I will, my dear boys, so far as I can. It is well to know what |
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