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GOODNESS OF GOD IN HIS WORKS. 32,

5 There's not a plant or flower below,
But makes thy glories known;

And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne.

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Goodness of God in his works. C. M.

Ballerma.

1 THERE's not a tint that paints the rose,"
Or decks the lily fair,

Or streaks the humblest flower that grows,
But God has placed it there.

2 There's not of grass a simple blade,
Or leaf of lowliest mien,

Where heavenly skill is not displayed,
And heavenly wisdom seen.

3 There's not a star whose twinkling light
Illumes the spreading earth;

There's not a cloud, or dark, or bright,
But mercy gave it birth.

4 Then wake, my soul, and sing his name,
-And all his praise rehearse,

Who spread abroad earth's glorious frame,
And made the universe.

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Wilmot.

1 PRAISE to God; oh! let us raise
From our hearts a song of praise;
Of that goodness let us sing

Whence our lives and blessings spring.

2 Praise to Ilim who made the light,
Praise to Him who gave us sight!

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Praise to Him who formed the ear!
Will He not his children hear?

3 Praise Him for our happy hours,
Praise Him for our various powers,
For these thoughts that soar above,
For these hearts he made for love.-

4 For the voice He placed within,
Bearing witness when we sin;
Praise to Him whose tender care
Keeps the watchful guardian there.

5 Praise the mercy, that did send
Jesus for our guide and friend;
Praise Him, every heart and voice,
Him who makes the world rejoice.

Medfield.

God our best friend.

C. M.

Mrs. Follen.

1 It was my heavenly Father's love
Brought every being forth;
He made the shining worlds above,
And every thing on earth.

2 Each lovely flower, the smallest fly,
The sea, the waterfall,

The bright green fields, the clear blue sky,— "T is God that made them all.

3 He gave me all my friends, and taught
My heart to love them well,

And he bestowed the power of thought,
And speech my thoughts to tell.

4 My father and my mother dear,-
He is their father too;

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CHILD'S EVENING HYMN.

He bids me all their precepts hear,
And all they teach me, do.

5 God sees and hears me all the day,
And mid the darkest night;
He views me when I disobey,
And when I act aright.

6 He guards me with a parent's care
When I am all alone;

My hymns of praise, my humble
He hears them every one.

prayer,

7 God hears what I am saying now:
Oh! what a wondrous thought!
My heavenly Father, teach me how
To love thee as I ought.

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A Child's Evening Hymn.

Clarendon.

C. M.

Mrs. Follen.

1 How beautiful the setting sun!
The clouds how bright and gay!
The stars appearing one by one,
How beautiful are they!

2 And when the moon climbs up the sky,
And sheds her gentle light,
And hangs her crystal lamp on high,
How beautiful is night!

3 And can it be I am possessed
Of something brighter far?

Glows there a light within this breast,
Outshining every star?

4 Yes, should the sun and stars turn pale,
The mountains melt away,

This flame within shall never fail,
But live in endless day.

5 This is the soul that God has given,-
Sin may its lustre dim;

While goodness bears it up to heaven,
And leads it back to him.

God our Shepherd.

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Portuguese Hymn.

11's M.

Montgomery.

1 THE Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I

know;

I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow;
Restores me when wandering, redeems when
oppressed.

2 Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray,

Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay, No harm can befal, with my Comforter near.

3 In the midst of affliction, my table is spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er;

With perfume and oil thou anointest my head; O what shall I ask of thy Providence more?

4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, Still follow my steps, till I meet thee above; I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod, Through the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love.

1 WHILST Thee I seek, protecting Power! Be my vain wishes stilled;

And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be filled.

2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed,
To thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed;
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!

Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by thee.

4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,

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My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

5 When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye without a tear

The gathering storm shall see;
My stedfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart shall rest on thee!

1 PRAISE the Lord! ye heavens, adore him; Praise him, angels in the height;