2 Praise to Jehovah! His name be adored! Praise the Creator! rejoice in the Lord! Great is His power, beyond estimation; But greater His goodness, which gives life its worth; His goodness is shown in the work of creation; And love to our Maker His love should call forth. 8's. M. Praise to Jehovah! His name be adored! 30. "I will bless Thy name for ever and ever." 1 Blessed be Thy name forever, Thou of life the Guard and Giver! 2 Thou canst give the balm of gladness 3 Thou who slumberest not nor sleepest, C. M. 31. *ALICE CARY. "What wilt Thou have me to do?" 1 Dear Father, take me to Thy love, That I may know Thy peace,-above, 2 O, I can trust Him who provides Whose hand the world upholds and guides, 3 For the same hand that smites with pain, And sends the wintry snows, Will mould the frozen clod again 4 My soul is melted by that love, I can but cry, my Lord and God, "Pray without ceasing." 1 Go, when the morning shineth, 2 O, not a joy nor blessing "We know not what we should pray for as we ought." P. M. 1 Lord, teach us how to pray, 2 Thy holy Spirit send. Our bosoms to inspire; Then shall our praise to Thee ascend, With pure and warm desire. 34. *MRS. C. M. Sawyer "Lord, teach us to pray." 1 Brothers, sisters, when the morning Through our casement-Oh, then kneeling, 2 When the light of day is waning, 3 When her lips, fond caresses, 4 Let us pray that on the morrow, God will shield our hearts from sorrow, He is kind, and He will hear us, When we pray! C. M. GOD IN NATURE. 35. *ALICE CARY. "The kingdom of God is within you." 1 O God, we see and feel Thy might, The strong wind's breath, the tender light 2 But life, with what we call its laws, 3 We falter, when we try to seek The world which these conceal, We stammer, when we fain would speak 4 We pray not now, for Thee to give S. M. 36. *MRS. H. J. LEWIS. "The Lord hath made all things." 1 On the blue, tranquil sea, 2 The song of every bird That makes the woods rejoice, L. M. 3 The mountains grand and still, The sparkling of the tiniest rill, 4 The holy hush of night, That moves the soul to prayer, 5 Since all to Thee we owe, "My son, give me thine heart." 1 Give me thy heart, O thoughtless youth, Ere hope grow dim, ere life be drear! More dear to sense, more fair to sight! 3 Come to me now! The crown I press 4 Come to me now! This hour, decide,— |