our lead

The Lord is

er, his word is

our stay;
The weak and oppressed, he will hear their com-plaint,
His flock in the mead-ows full kind - ly he feeds;
Tho'storms rage a-round us,

is our might;

our God

The Lord is our ref - uge, and whom can we fear.
But how can we fal - ter? our help is

in God. And brings back the wanderers se-cure from the snares, The Lord is our lead - er;

can we know.

no fear

Moderato.

1. Our Fa - ther in heav-en, We hal-low thy name, 2. For - give our transgressions, And teach us to know

May
The

thy king - dom ho - ly On earth be the same!
hum-ble com-pas-sion That par - dons each foe;

Keep

us

give to dai - ly Our

por-tion

of bread, us from temp - ta - tion, From weakness and sin,

It And

19

1. Hark! the
lil - ies whis - per

Ten-der-ly and low,
“In our grace and beau - ty,

See how fair we grow." 2. And if toil, or troub - le Be our lot be - low,

Think up - on the li) ies, See how fair they grow.

No. 9. FEAR NOT! FEAR NOT! Moderato.

German.

1. Yea, fear not, fear not. little ones; There is in heaven an Eye That 2. 'Tis He who guides the sparrow's wing, And guards her little brood; Who 3. 'Tis He who clothes the fields with flowers, And pours the light abroad; 'Tis 4. Ye are the chosen of His love, His most peculiar care; And 5. Then fear not, fear not, little ones; There is in heaven an Eye That

looks with yearning fondness down on all the paths ye try.
hears the ravens when they cry, And gives them all their food.

He who numbers all your hours, Your Father and your God. will he guide the fluttering dove, And not regard your prayer? looks with yearning fondness down on all the paths ye try.

240 No. 10. BRIGHT THINGS CAN NEVER DIE. Andante.

German. 53

nev

1. S Bright things can nev - er die, E'en tho' they fade.

Beau - ty and min-strel - sy Deathless were made. S 2. Š Kind words can er die; Cherished and blest,

God knows how deep they lie, Stored in the breast.
3.

Childhood can nev er die; Wrecks of the past
Float o'er the mem - 0

- ry, Bright to the last.

eve

What tho' the
sum - mer day, Pass - es at

a-way, Like childhood's sim - ple rhymes, Said o'er a thous - and times, hap - py thing, Shall to the spir

it cling,

Ma - ny

a

HOLY AND BEAUTIFUL DAY--Concluded. 241

Solemn the stars have retreated, Vanished in majesty bright;
Stay with us, stay with our bright band, Where there is singing and joy,

And in the glowing ho-ri - zon, Shineth the angel of light.
Let not too quickly the sweet hours Our happy meeting destroy.

No. 12. THE EYES OF ALL WAIT UPON THEE.

Danish. Moderato.

1. Who showed the tiny ant the way Lit-tle holes to bore,

And spend the pleasant summer day Laying up her store ? 2. Who taught the busy bee to fly To the sweetest flowers,

And lay his feast of hon-ey by For the winter hours ? of

The sparrow builds her clever nest Of softest hay and moss:
'Tis God who shows them all the way. And gives their little skill,

Who told her how to weave it best, Laying twigs across ? And teaches children, if they pray, How to do his will. bar