GOD MADE THEM ALL. ALL things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The LORD GOD made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colors, He made their tiny wings. The rich man in his castle, The purple-headed mountain, The cold wind in the winter, He made them every one. THE GREEN PASTURES. 93 THE GREEN PASTURES. I WALKED in a field of fresh clover this morn, And under the hedge ran a clear water-brook, And when I remember the beautiful psalm, If I drink of the waters so peaceful and still, A place in His sheepfold to me He will give. The lambs are at peace in the fields when they play; The long summer's day in contentment they spend; But happier I, if in God's holy way, I try to walk always, with CHRIST for my friend. M. L. DUNCAN. A MORNING HYMN. My Father, I thank Thee for sleep, I thank Thee for stooping to keep An infant from being distressed; O how can a poor little infant repay Thy fatherly kindness by night and by day! My voice would be lisping Thy praise, And fit me to see Thee above; For JESUS said, "Let little children come nigh; As long as Thou seest it right, That here upon earth I should stay, I pray Thee to guard me by night, And help me to serve Thee by day; That when all the days of my life shall have pass'd, I may worship Thee better in heaven, at last. JANE TAYLOR. THE EYES OF THE ANGELS. 95 THE EYES OF THE ANGELS. A little girl was disappointed when her mother told her what the stars were. She said," I thought they were the eyes of the angels." "MOTHER, what are those little things, That twinkle from the skies?" "The stars, my child." "I thought, mother, They were the angels' eyes. "They look down on me, so like yours, As beautiful and mild; When, by my crib you used to sit, "And, always, when I shut my eyes, I felt so safe: because I knew BISHOP DOANE. THE HEAVENLY DOVE. THERE sitteth a Dove so white and fair, And she listeth how, to JESUS CHRIST, Lightly she spreads her friendly wings, And unto the Father in heaven she bears And back she comes from heaven's gate, From the Father in heaven, who hears her speak, Then, children, lift up a pious prayer, It hears whatever you say, That Heavenly Dove, so white and fair, MISS F. BREMER. |