GOD THE FATHER: PROVIDENCE.

3 I was not born a little slave,

To labour in the sun; Wishing I were but in the grave, And all my labour done.

4 I was not born without a home,

Nor in some broken shed;

Like some poor children taught to roam, beg their daily bread.

5 My God, I thank Thee, who hast planned

A better lot for me;

And placed me in this happy land,

Where I can hear of Thee.

A. AND J. TAYLOR.

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My mouth shall praise Thee with joyful lips.­Psa. 63. 5.

1 LET ev'ry heart rejoice and sing;

Let choral anthems rise;

Let old and young together bring

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To God their sacrifice.

For He is good; the Lord is good, And kind are all His ways; With songs and honours sounding

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The Lord Jehovah praise; While the rocks and the rills, While the vales and the hills,

A glorious anthem raise, Let all prolong their grateful song, And the God of our fathers praise.

2 He bids the sun to rise and set;

In heaven His power is known; And earth subdued to Him shall yet Bow low before His throne. For He is good, etc.

H. S. WASHBURN.

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Consider the lilies.- Matt. 6. 28. 1 I KNOW who makes the daisies, And paints them starry bright; I know who clothes the lilies, So sweet, and soft, and white: And surely needful raiment

He will for me provide, Who know Him as my Jesus, And in His love confide.

2 I know who feeds the sparrow, And robin, red and gay:

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I know who makes the skylark Soar up to greet the day: And me much more He cares for, And feeds with daily bread, Whom He has taught to love Him, And trust what He has said.

3 The daisy and the lily

Obey Him all they can; The robin and the skylark

Fulfil His perfect plan: And I, to whom are given

A heart, and mind, and will, Must try to serve Him better, And all His laws fulfil.

4 The daisies, they must perish, The lark and robin die; But I shall live for ever,

Above the bright blue sky: Dear Jesus, Thou wilt help me To love Thee more and more, Until in heaven I see Thee, Am like Thee, and adore.

NEWMAN HALL.

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Thou shalt remember all the way which the Lord Thy God led thee.- Deut. 8. 2.

1 WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.

2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed.

3 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.

4 Through every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds The glorious theme renew.

5 Through all eternity to Thee A joyful song I'll raise; But oh! eternity's too short To utter all Thy praise.

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