3 The lion and the tiger bold, Or good, He made, and placed them there. THANKS FOR MERCIES. 1 HARK! the little birds are singing 2 Yes! to Him, who feeds them ever, Bring their Maker worthy praise. 3 We have souls, and we can raise Him 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 6 Give us, Lord, Thy grace and blessing, And we'll praise Thee without ceasing CREATION'S PRAISE. 1 THERE's not a leaf within the bower, There's not a dew-drop on the flower, 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, 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. CREATION. 1 COME, child, look upwards to the sky; Th' expanse of stars that sparkle high 2 Come, child, and now behold the earth The product view of six days' birth, 3 The fields, the meadows, and the plain, The waters, too, the mighty main, The rivers and the rills. 4 Come, then, behold them all, and say 5 'Twas God who made the earth and sea, 'Twas God who made both thee and me, The God who sees us now. THE STAR. 1 TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, 2 When the blazing sun is gone, your 3 Then the traveller, in the dark, 4 In the dark blue sky you keep, 5 As your bright and tiny spark ALL FLESH IS GRASS. 1 THE sun had risen, the air was sweet, 2 I saw the early mowers pass And rank on rank the shining grass I look'd, and far and wide at noon 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! |