CATECHISM: HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. Oh, dearly, dearly has He loved,

And we must love Him too, And trust in His redeeming blood, And try His works to do. Amen. 484 I SING the almighty power of

God,

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

I sing the wisdom that ordain'd The sun to rule the day; The moon shines full at His command, And all the stars obey.

Lord, how Thy wonders are display'd Where'er 1 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? Amen.

485 YES, God is good; in earth and sky, [ wood,

From ocean depths and spreading 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,

[ say

to

These prompt our song that God is good. Amen.

Thy wisdom and love hid the seed in the earth, [ secret birth, And watch'd o'er its growth from its Once mantled with snows from the wintry blast,[ heard at last. Till the call of the springtide was

Thine, Lord, were the dews and the showers of heaven, ( given; So eagerly long'd for, so lovingly The breath of the morning, the sun­( of June. The sweetness of May, and the glory Thou dwellest in beauty no tongus can express,

shine of noon,

HYMN FOR A FLOWER SERVICE. 486¹ THINE, Lord, are the blossoms of forest and field, And the loveliest gems which the gar­dens yield, [ of the glen The heath of the uplands, the ferns And the flowers that gladden the dwellings of men.

The beauty and glory of Holiness; But the flowers are glimpses of Thes and Thine, [ ness shine. Wherein tender gleams of Thy good­

We meet in Thy temple to worship and pray [ dren to- day:

But we think of Thy suffering chil­Grant, Lord, that these gifts of Thy bounty may shed ( bed. The glow of Thy smiles on their weary We offer Thee, Lord, in these fruits and flowers

No fabric of man's, no fashion of curs; But Thy need in Thy needy ones here

we see,

And now of Thine own have we given Thee. Amen.

487 HOLY Bible, book divine,

Night's sparkling hosts, all seem 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 notes of praise, Should sing for joy that God is good. For all Thy gifts we bless Thee, Lord; But chiefly for our heavenly food;

GRACE BEFORE AND AFTER MEAT.

Thy pardoning grace, Thy quickening 488 BE present at our table, Lord,

Be

Precious treasure, thou art 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. Amen.

adored;

Bless these Thy gifts and grant that we May feast in Paradise with Thee.

Amen. We thank Thee, Lord, for this our food,

For life, and health, and every good: May manna to our souls be given, The

bread of life sent down from

heaven. Amien,