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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.

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.

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 say

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

If 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.


1 The sun had risen, the air was sweet,

And brightly shone the dew,
And cheerful sounds and busy feet

Pass’d the lone meadows through ;
And waving, like a flowery sea

Of gay and spiral bloom,
The hay-fields rippled merrily

In beauty and perfume.
2 I saw the early mowers pass

Along that pleasant dell,
And rank on rank the shining grass

Around them quickly fell:
I look’d, and far and wide at noon

The fallen flowers were spread,
And all, as rose the evening moon,

Beneath the scythe were dead. 3 “ All flesh is grass,” the Scriptures say,

And so we truly find;
Cut down, as in a summer's day,

Are all of human kind;
Some, while the morning still is fair,

Taken in earliest prime;
Some, mid-day's heat and burden bear,

But all laid low in time!

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