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How cheerful along the gay mead
Rejoice in the spring of the year.
The herbage that springs from the sod,
LITTLE CHILD'S MORNING HYMN.
THE morning bright,
Has waked me from my sleep;
Thy love alone
Thy little one doth keep.
All through the day,
Be thou my guard and guide;
My sins forgive,
And let me live,
Blest Jesus! near thy side.
O make thy rest
Prepared to see thy face.
THERE'S not a leaf within the bower; There's not a bird upon the tree; There's not a dew-drop on the flower, But bears the impress, Lord! of thee.
Thy hand the varied leaf design'd,
And gave the bird its thrilling tone; Thy power the dewdrop's tints combined, Till, like the diamond's blaze, they shone.
Yes; dewdrops, leaves, and buds, and all,
The smallest, like the greatest things, The sea's vast space, the earth's wide ball, Alike proclaim the King of kings.
But man alone to bounteous Heaven,
Now darkness shades the distant hills,
How sweet, upon my little bed,
MAN FORMED TO PRAISE GOD.
SUN, moon, and stars, by day and night, At God's commandment give us light; And when we wake, and while we sleep, Their watch like guardian angels keep.
The bright blue sky above our head,
Sweet flowers that hill and dale adorn,
The beasts that graze with downward eye,
But us he formed for better things ;-