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3 The lion and the tiger bold,
The sheep and cattle of the fold,
THANKS FOR MERCIES.
1 HARK! the little birds are singing
Gaily in the summer sky;
To the God who dwells on high ? 2 Yes ! to Him, who feeds them ever,
Glad and cheerful songs they raise ;
Bring their Maker worthy praise. 3 We have souls, and we can raise Him
Thanks for all the good He gives ;
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 ;
Now and through eternity.
1 THERE 's not a leaf within the bower,
There's not a bird upon the tree,
But bears the impress, Lord, of Thee.
2 Thy hand the varied leaf design’d,
And gave the bird its thrilling tone;.
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.
But man eriving's Cone Ptis gives vraise
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.
Behold the sun and moon !
To cheer the midnight gloom.
In varied beauty stand ;
How wondrous and how grand !
The little laughing hills,
The rivers and the rills.
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.
When he nothing shines upon,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. 3 Then the traveller, in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark ;
If you did not twinkle so.
And often through my curtains peep,
Until the sun is in the sky.
Lights the traveller in the dark,
ALL FLESH IS GRASS.
1 The sun had risen, the air was sweet,
And brightly shone the dew,
Pass’d the lone meadows through ;
Of gay and spiral bloom,
In beauty and perfume.
Along that pleasant dell,
Around them quickly fell:
The fallen flowers were spread,
Beneath the scythe were dead. 3 “ All flesh is grass,” the Scriptures say,
And so we truly find;
Are all of human kind;
Taken in earliest prime;
But all laid low in time!