3 Art thou my Father?-I'll depend
Upon the care of such a friend;
And only wish to do and be
Whatever seemeth good to thee.

4 Art thou my Father?-Then, at last,
When all my days on earth are past,
Send down, and take me, in thy love,
To be thy better child above.

ANON.

Hebron.

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Goodness of God. L. M.

Bonnie Doon.

1 ALMIGHTY God, by thy great power,
I hail again the morning hour;

How fair the green fields meet my eyes!
How sweet the birds sing in the skies!

2 How fresh appear the hills and trees! And O! how pure the morning breeze! I bless thy love in all I see,

For were not these things made for me?

3 Not me alone-for thou hast given Thy good to all beneath the heaven; And I rejoice that others share

The gift, the blessing, and the prayer.

4 And though a child and weak I be,
yet may bend myself to thee,
And join my feeble voice to raise
A simple hymn of grateful praise.

ANON.

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Goodness of God. L. M.

Bonnie Doon.

Hebron.

1 GOD, thou art good! each perfumed flower,
The smiling fields, the dark green wood,
The insect fluttering for an hour,-
All things proclaim that God is good.

2 I hear it in the rushing wind;
The hills that have for ages stood;
And clouds with golden colors lined,
Are all repeating, God is good.

3 Each little rill, that many a year
Has the same verdant path pursued,
And every bird, in accents clear,
Joins in the song that God is good,

4 And countless are the blazing stars,
That sing his praise with light renewed;
The rising sun each day declares,
In rays of glory, God is good.

5 The moon that walks in brightness, says,
That God is good! and we, endued

With power to speak our Maker's praise,
Will still repeat that God is good.

FOLLEN.

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Ydolem.

Goodness of God. C. M.

Hummel.

1 THERE's not a tint that paints the rose,

Or decks the lily fair,

Or streaks the humblest flower that grows,
But God has plac'd it there.

2 There's not of grass a simple blade,
Or leaf of lowliest mien,

Where heavenly skill is not displayed,
And heavenly wisdom seen.

3 There's not a star whose twinkling light
Illumes the spreading earth;

There's not a cloud, or dark, or bright,
But mercy gave it birth.

4 Then wake, my soul, and sing his name,
And all his praise rehearse,

Who spread abroad earth's glorious frame,
And made the universe.

Mear.

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Goodness of God. C. M.

Peterboro'.

1 LORD, I would own thy tender care,
And all thy love to me;

The food I eat, the clothes I wear,
Are all bestow'd by thee.

2 'Tis thou preservest me from death
And dangers every hour:

I cannot draw another breath,
Unless thou giv'st the power.

3 My health, and friends, and parents dear,
To me by God are given;

I have not any blessings here,

But what are sent from heaven.

4 Such goodness, Lord, and constant care,
A child can ne'er repay;

But may it be my daily prayer
To love thee and obey.

WATTS.

Ydolem.

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Goodness of God.

C. M.

Ballerma.

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 To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd
To form themselves in prayer.

3 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.

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

Ganges.

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God is Love. 8, 8, 6's M.

Coolidge, S. S. S. B.

1 O GOD! thy boundless love we praise;
How bright on high its glories blaze!
How sweetly bloom below!

It streams from thine eternal throne;
Through heaven its joys forever run,
And o'er the earth they flow.

2 'Tis love that paints the purple morn, And bids the clouds in air upborne,

GOD'S POWER AND PRESENCE.

Their genial drops distil:
In every vernal beam it glows,

And breathes in every gale that blows,
And glides in every rill.

3 It robes in cheerful green the ground,
And pours its flowery beauties round,
Whose sweets perfume the gale;
Its bounties richly spread the plain,
The blushing fruit, the golden grain,
And smiles in every vale.

4 But in thy word we see it shine
With grace and glories more divine,
Proclaiming sins forgiven;

There faith, bright cherub, points the way
To realms of everlasting day,

And opens all her heaven.

5 Then let the love that makes us blest,
With cheerful praise inspire our breast,
And ardent gratitude ;;

And all our thoughts and passions tend
To thee, our Father and our Friend,
Our soul's eternal good.

ANON.

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God's Power and Presence. 61. L. M.

Eaton.

Brighton.

1 THOU art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,

Are but reflections caught from thee.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.