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He maketh His sun to rise on the evil and the good. -Matt. 5. 45.

1 THE beautiful bright sunshine,

That smiles on all below,

The waving trees, the cool, soft breeze,

The rippling streams that flow,

The shadows on the hill- sides,

The many- tinted flowers, O God! how fair Thy loving care

Has made this earth of ours.

2 The beautiful affections

That gather round our way,

The joys that rise from household ties, And deepen day by day:

The tender love that guards us Whenever danger lowers,

O God! how fair Thy loving care Has made this earth of ours.

3 But brighter is the shining,

And tenderer is the love, And purer still, the joys which fill The unseen home above ,­The home where all His children Shall sing with fuller powers, " O God! how fair Thy loving care Has made this heaven of ours." " 9

B. PAUL NEWMAN.

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All Thy works shall praise Thee.- Psa. 145. 10.

1 ALL things praise Thee- Lord most high, Heaven and earth, and sea and sky, All were for Thy glory made, That Thy greatness thus displayed Should all worship bring to Thee;

All things praise Thee:-Lord, may we.

2 All things praise Thee- night to night Sings in silent hymns of light; All things praise Thee- day to day Chants Thy power in burning ray; Time and space are praising Thee, All things praise Thee:-Lord, may we.

3 All things praise Thee- high and low, Rain, and dew, and seven- hued bow, Crimson sunset, fleecy cloud, Rippling stream, and tempest loud, Summer, winter, all to Thee Glory render:-Lord, may we.

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4 All things praise Thee- Heaven's high

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Rings with melody divine; Lowly bending at Thy feet, Seraph and archangel meet; This their highest bliss to be Ever praising:-Lord, may we.

5 All things praise Thee- gracious Lord, Great Creator, Powerful Word, Omnipresent Spirit, now

At Thy feet we bumbly bow; Lift our hearts in praise to Thee; All things praise Thee:-Lord, may we. G. W. CONDER.

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Thy statutes have been my songs in the house of my pilgrimage.- Psa. 119. 54.

1 SING with a tuneful spirit,

Sing with a cheerful lay, Praise to thy great Creator, While on thy pilgrim way. Sing when the birds are waking, Sing with the morning light, Sing in the noontide's golden beam, Sing in the hush of night.

2 Sing when the heart is troubled, Sing when the hours are long, Sing when the storm- cloud gathers: Sweet is the voice of song. Sing when the sky is darkest

Sing when the thunders roll; Sing in a land where rest remains­Rest for the weary soul.

3 Sing in the vale of shadows, Sing in the hour of death,

And when the eyes are closing,

Sing with the latest breath.

Sing when the heart's deep longings Cease on the other shore;

Then with the countless numbers, Sing on for evermore.

FANNY J. CROSBY

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The earth is full of Thy riches.- Psa. 104. 24

1 PRAISE, O praise our God and King, Hymns of adoration sing:

For His mercies shall endure, Ever faithful. ever sure.