CATECHISM: HYMNS FOR CHILDREN.

Ten thousand voices seem to cry,

God made us all, and God is good The sun that keeps his trackless way, And downward pours his golden flood, Night's sparkling hosts, all seem to say In accents clear, that God is good. The merry birds prolong the strain, Their song with every spring renew'd; And balmy air, and falling rain,

Each softly whispers, God is good. I hear it in the rushing breeze;

The hills that have for ages stood, The echoing sky and roaring seas, All swell the chorus, God is good. Yes, God is good, all nature says, By God's own hand with speech endued;

And man, in louder nates of praise, Should sing for joy that God is good. For all thy gifts we bless thee, Lord; But chiefly for our heavenly food; Thy pardoning grace, thy quickening

word,

These prompt our song that God is good.( b)

436 I SING the almighty power of

God,

That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies.

Lord, how thy wonders are display'd Where'er I turn my eye; If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky. There's not a plant nor flower below But makes thy glories known; And clouds arise, and tempests blow By order from thy throne. His hand is my perpetual guard; He keeps me with his eye: Why should I, then, forget the Lord, Who is for ever nigh?( c)

437 HOLY Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou mine;

Mine, to tell me whence I came; Mine, to teach me what I am. Mine, to chide me when I rove; Mine; to show a Saviour's love; Mine, art thou to guide my feet; Mine, to judge, condemn, acquit. Mine, to comfort in distress, If the Holy Spirit bless; Mine, to show by living faith Man can triumph over death. Mine, to tell of joys to come, Light and life beyond the tomb; Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine. G

438 ONE there is above all others,

how he loves!

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His is love beyond a brother's, O how he loves!

Earthly friends may fail or leave us, One day soothe, the next day grieve us, But this Friend will ne'er deceive us, O how he loves!

Tis eternal life to know him,

O how he loves!

Think, O think how much we owe hims O how he loves!

With his precious blood he bought us, In the wilderness he sought us, To his fold he safely brought us, O how he loves!

We have found a friend in Jesus, O how he loves!

' Tis his great delight to bless us, O how he loves!

How our hearts delight to hear him Bid us dwell in safety near him: Why should we distrust or fear him?

O how he loves!

Through his name we are forgiven, O how he loves!

Backward shall our foes be driven,

O how he loves!

I sing the wisdom that ordain'd

The sun to rule the day;

The moon shines full at his command, 439 THERE'S& Friend for litt's

And all the stars obey.

Best of blessings he'll provide us, Nought but good shall e'er betide us, Safe to glory he will guide us, O how he loves!( x)

children Above the bright blue sky; A Friend who never changeth, Whose love can never die. Unlike our friends by nature, Who change with changing years, This Friend is always worthy

The precious name he bears. There's a rest for little children Above the bright blue sky: For those who love the Saviour, And Abba Father cry. A rest from every trouble, From sin and danger free, Where every little pilgrim Shall rest eternally.

Above the bright blue sky, Where Jesus reigns in glory, A home of peace and joy; No home on earth is like it, Nor can with it compare, For every one is happy,

Nor can be happier there. There's a crown for little children Above the bright blue sky, And all who look to Jesus

Shall wear it by- and- by. A crown of brightest glory, Which he will then bestow On those who found his favour, And loved ham here below.