God is in heaven!-may I go
To thank Him for His care?
Not yet; but love Him here below,
And He will see it there.

God is in heaven !-may I pray
То go there when I die?

Yes; love Him, seek Him, and one day
He'll call thee to the sky.

Mrs. Gilbert, née Ann Taylor (died 1866).

7

WE

'HEN o'er earth is breaking
Rosy light, and fair,

Morn afar proclaimeth
Sweetly,-God is there.

When the spring is wreathing
Flowers rich and rare,
On each leaf is written,-
Nature's God is there.

When the storm is howling
Through the midnight air,
Fearfully its thunder

Tells us,-God is there.

All the wide world's treasures,

Rich, or grand, or fair,

In each feature beareth

Graven,-God is there.

Brooklyn (America) Sunday School Hymn Book, 1860.

L.M.

ANGELS' HYMN, 156. OLD HUNDREDTH, 164.

8 AMONG the deepest shades of night,

Can there be One who sees my way?
Yes; God is like a shining light,
That turns the darkness into day.

When every eye around me sleeps,
May I not sin without control ?
No;
for a constant watch He keeps
On every thought of every soul.

If I could find some cave unknown,
Where human feet have never trod,
Yet there I could not be alone:
On every side there would be God.

He smiles in heaven, He frowns in hell,
He fills the air, the earth, the sea;
I must within His presence dwell,
I cannot from His anger flee.

Yet I
may
flee: He shows me where;
To Jesus Christ He bids me fly;
And while I seek for pardon there,
There's only mercy in His eye.

9 LET

Mrs. Gilbert, née Ann Taylor (died 1866).

77.

DURHAM, 71. JEWRY, 74.

ET us with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for He is kind:

Let us sound His name abroad,

For of gods, He is the God.

He, with all commanding might,

Filled the new-made world with light:

He the golden-tressèd sun,

All day caused his course to run:

And the moon to shine by night,
With her spangled sisters bright:

All things living He doth feed,
His full hand supplies their need:

All our wants He doth supply,
Loves to hear our humble cry.

He His chosen race did bless
In the wasteful wilderness.

He of old our fathers blest,
Led them to the land of rest.

He hath, with a piteous eye,
Looked upon our misery:

His own Son He sent to die,
Us to raise to joys on high.

Let us, then, with gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for He is kind.

Chorus. For His mercies shall endure,

Ever faithful ever sure.

John Milton, 1623 (died 1674).

77. JEWRY, 74. PERCIVAL'S, 76.

10 PRAISE, oh praise our God and King,

Hymns of adoration sing:

Praise Him that He made the sun
Day by day his course to run:
And the silver moon by night,
Shining with her gentle light:
Praise Him that He gave the rain
To mature the swelling grain:

And hath bid the fruitful field
Crops of precious increase yield:

Praise Him for our harvest store;
He hath filled the garner-floor:

And for richer food than this,
Pledge of everlasting bliss:
Glory to our bounteous King!
Glory let creation sing:

Chorus. For His mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker, Bart., 1861.

76. 76. CLARABELLA, 102. PHILOMEL, 51.

11 Ho
How dearly God must love us,

And this poor world of ours,

To spread blue skies above us,
And deck the earth with flowers.
There's not a weed so lowly,
Nor bird that cleaves the air,
But tells, in accents holy,

His kindness and His care.

He bids the sun to warm us,
And light the path we tread;
At night, lest aught should harm us,
He guards our welcome bed.
He gives our needful clothing,
And sends our daily food;
His love denies us nothing
His wisdom deemeth good.
The Bible, too, He sends us,
That tells how Jesus came,
Whose word can save and cleanse us
From guilt and sin and shame.
Oh may God's mercies move us
To serve Him with our powers;
For oh, how He must love us,

And this poor world of ours!

Samuel William Partridge (1841).

65. 65. ST. CLOTHILDE, 17.

12 MORN amid the mountains,

Lovely solitude!

Gushing streams and fountains,
Murmur, God is good.

Now the glad sun breaking,
Pours a golden flood;
Deepest vales awaking,
Echo, God is good.

Hymns of praise are ringing,
Through the leafy wood;
Songsters, sweetly singing,
Warble, God is good.

Wake and join the chorus,
Child with soul endued;
He whose smile is o'er us,
God, our God is good.

65.65.

Dr. Lowell Mason, 1853.

ST. CECILIA, 16.

13 SEE the flowers strewed,

NEE the shining dewdrops

Proving, as they sparkle,
God is ever good.

See the morning sunbeams
Lighting up the wood,
Silently proclaiming,

God is ever good.

Hear the mountain streamlet

In the solitude,
With its ripple saying,
God is ever good.