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GOD SEES ME.

He knows each word I mean to speak, before the word is spoken;

He knows the thoughts within my heart, although I give

no token.

When I am naughty, then I grieve my Heavenly Father's

love;

And, every time I really try, he helps me from above. Whatever I may do,

Wherever I may be,

Although I see him not,
Yet God sees me.

I have kind and tender parents; I have many loving friends:

But none love me as God loves me; and all that's good

he sends.

I will walk as God shall lead me, while the sun is in the

sky;

And lay me down, and sleep in peace, beneath his watchful eye.

Whatever I may do,

Wherever I may be,
Although I see him not,
Yet God sees me.

HYMNS FOR YOUNG CHILDREN.

GOD'S CARE.

GOD LOVES ME.

GOD cares for every little child

That on this large earth liveth:

He gives them homes and food and clothes;
And more than these God giveth;

He gives them all their loving friends;
He gives each child its mother;

He gives them all the happiness
Of loving one another;

He makes the earth all beautiful;
He makes thine eyes to see;
And touch and hearing, taste and smell,
He gives them all to thee.

What can a little child give God?
From his bright heavens above

The great God smiles, and reaches down

To take his children's love.

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HYMNS FOR YOUNG CHILDREN.

GOD'S CARE.

WHAT secret hand, at morning light,

Softly unseals mine eye,

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GOD IS GOOD.

Draws back the curtain of the night,
And opens earth and sky?

'Tis thine, my God, the same that kept

My resting hours from harm;
No ill came nigh me, for I slept
Beneath the Almighty's arm.

'Tis thine my daily bread that brings,
Like manna scattered round,
And clothes me, as the lily springs
In beauty from the ground.

In death's dark valley though I stray,
"T would there my steps attend,
Guide with the staff my lonely way,
And with the rod defend.

May that sure hand uphold me still
Through life's uncertain race,

To bring me to thy holy hill,
And to thy dwelling-place.

MONTGOMERY.

GOD IS GOOD.

GOD is good! each perfumed flower,
The smiling fields, the dark green wood,

GOD IS GOOD.

The insect, fluttering for an hour,-
All things proclaim that God is good.

I hear it in each breath of wind;

Hills that have for ages stood,

And clouds, with gold and silver lined,
Are still repeating, God is good.

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.

The restless sea, with haughty roar,

Calms each wild wave and billow rude, Retreats submissive from the shore,

And swells the chorus, "God is good."

The countless hosts of twinkling stars
Sing his praise with light renewed;
The rising sun each day declares,
In rays of glory, God is good.

The moon that walks in brightness, says
That God is good! - and man, endued
With power to speak his Maker's praise,
Should still repeat that God is good.

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MRS. FOLLEN.

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WHO TAKES CARE.

WHO TAKES CARE.

In winter where can be the flowers,
The leaves that look so green?
There's not a bud in all the bowers,
Nor daisy to be seen.

And who will bring them back again,
When pleasant spring comes out?
And plant them up and down the lane,
And spread them all about?

And who will bring the little lambs
With wool as soft as silk,

And teach them how to know their dams,
And where to find the milk?

And who will teach the little birds

To build their nests on high,

And, though they cannot speak in words,
To teach their young to fly?

The Lord in Heaven-'t is there he dwells
Who all these things can do;

And his own book, the Bible, tells

Much more about Him too.

SACRED SONGS FOR SUNDAY SCHOOLS.