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5 Praise His mercy, that did send
Jesus for our guide and friend :
Praise and Prayer for Children, 148th M. 1 ABOVE the clear blue sky,
A In heaven's bright abode ;
On earth receiveth praise,
To us Thy babes impart,
The Attributes of God. c.m. IT SING the mighty power of God,
1 That made the mountains rise;
And built the lofty skies.
The sun to rule the day;
And all the stars obey.
3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That fill'd the earth with food :
And then pronounc'd them good.
Where'er I turn mine eyes ;
Or gaze upon the skies.
But makes Thy glories known;
By order from Thy throne.
He keeps me with His eye;
Who is for ever nigh?
The Love of God.
U And this poor world of ours,
And deck the earth with flowers ;
Nor bird that cleaves the air, But tells, in accent holy,
His kindness and His care.
2 He bids the sun to warm us,
And light the path we tread;
He guards our welcome bed :
And sends our daily food, His love denies us nothing
His wisdom deemeth good.
3 The Bible, too, He sends us,
That tells how Jesus came, Whose word can save and cleanse us
From guilt, and sin, and shame; Oh! may God's mercies move us
To serve Him with our powers; For, oh! how He must love us,
And this poor world of ours.
The Praise of Children. 78. I THIS shall be the children's cry,
I Praise the Lord, the Lord most high;
Praise the Lord, the Lord of all ! 2 Praise Him, all ye hosts above,
In the Paradise of love;
Ocean's hallelujahs flow;
Rivers roll in praise along.
And His wonders by the old;
Here in hymns of praise unite.
Excellent His Name alone;
b. The Father in Heaven. L.M. 1 AREAT God, and wilt Thou condescend
U To be my Father and my Friend ?
2 Art Thou my Father? canst Thou bear
To hear my poor imperfect prayer ?
3 Art Thou my Father? let me be
A meek obedient child to Thee;
4 Art Thou my Father? then at last,
When all my days on earth are past,
Prayer. 1 TORD, before Thy throne we bend,
Once again we worship Thee; Let Thy Spirit now descend, Suffer us to come to Thee.
2 Suffer us to come and learn,
Lighten our beclouded eyes;
3 Whither else should sinners go,
Frail and impotent as we?