2 Who taught the busy bee to fly
Among the sweetest herbs and flowers,
And lay her store of honey by,
Providing food for winter hours?
3 Who taught the little ant the way
Her narrow hole so well to bore,
And through the pleasant summer's day
To gather up her winter's store?
4 'Twas God who taught them all the way,
And gave these little creatures skill:
He teaches children, if they pray,
To know and do His holy will.
1 OUR God is good, and He is great,
Around His throne the angels wait ;
He made the sun with beams so bright;
He made the moon which shines by night;
The glittering skies that look so fair,
With every star that sparkles there.
2 The mountains and the rocks He made,
And all the hills in order laid;
He pour'd the water in the seas,
He made the grass, the herbs, the trees:
The valleys and the fields so fair,
every flower that blossoms there.
3 The lion and the tiger bold,
The sheep and cattle of the fold,
The little birds that sweetly sing,
The insect with its beauteous wing,
The fishes-all we see that's fair
Or good, He made, and placed them there.
1 HARK! the little birds are singing
Gaily in the summer sky;
Are they not their praises bringing
To the God who dwells on high?
2 Yes! to Him, who feeds them ever,
Glad and cheerful songs they raise;
But the little birds can never
Bring their Maker worthy praise.
3 We have souls, and we can raise Him
Thanks for all the good He gives ;
We with voice and heart can praise Him,
And can serve Him in our lives.
4 For our God to us has given
Blessings more than we can tell;
And we hope at last, in heaven,
Evermore with Christ to dwell.
5 Oh, then, we indeed should give Him
All our heart and all our praise;
We should try to love and serve Him,
And obey Him all our days.
6 Give us, Lord, Thy grace and blessing,
Grateful children now to be;
And we'll praise Thee without ceasing
Now and through eternity.
1 THERE's not a leaf within the bower,
There's not a bird upon the tree,
There's not a dew-drop on the flower,
But bears the impress, Lord, of Thee.
2 Thy hand the varied leaf design'd,
And gave the bird its thrilling tone;
Thy power the dewdrop's tints combined,
Till like the diamond's blaze they shone.
3 Yes! dew drops, leaves, and buds, and all,—
The smallest like the greatest things;
The sea's vast space, the earth's wide ball,
Alike proclaim the King of kings.
4 But man alone to bounteous heaven Thanksgiving's conscious strains can raise ; To favour'd man alone 'tis given
To join the heavenly host in praise.
1 COME, child, look upwards to the sky;
Behold the sun and moon!
Th' expanse of stars that sparkle high
To cheer the midnight gloom.
2 Come, child, and now behold the earth
In varied beauty stand;
The product view of six days' birth,
How wondrous and how grand!
3 The fields, the meadows, and the plain,
The little laughing hills,
The waters, too, the mighty main,
The rivers and the rills.
4 Come, then, behold them all, and
How came these things to be, Which stand before whichever way
I turn myself to see?
5 'Twas God who made the earth and sea, To whom the angels bow;
'Twas God who made both thee and me, The God who sees us now.
1 TWINKLE, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
2 When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
3 Then the traveller, in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see which way to go
you did not twinkle so.
4 In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye
Until the sun is in the sky.
5 As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
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