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The Lord is
er, his word is
is our might;
The Lord is our ref - uge, and whom can we fear.
in God. And brings back the wanderers se-cure from the snares, The Lord is our lead - er;
can we know.
1. Our Fa - ther in heav-en, We hal-low thy name, 2. For - give our transgressions, And teach us to know
thy king - dom ho - ly On earth be the same!
give to dai - ly Our
of bread, us from temp - ta - tion, From weakness and sin,
1. Hark! the
Ten-der-ly and low,
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.
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.
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.
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.
Childhood can nev er die; Wrecks of the past
- ry, Bright to the last.
What tho' the
a-way, Like childhood's sim - ple rhymes, Said o'er a thous - and times, hap - py thing, Shall to the spir
Ma - ny
Doth not the moon's soft ray, Sil - ver the night?
er - more.
No. 11. HOLY AND BEAUTIFUL DAY. After the German, J. V. B.
s ; } Lighting with red the green hillside, Purple and golden to see. 2. Sweetly with songs do we greet thee, Holy and beautiful day;
Cheerfülly, joyfully meet thee, Singing our youth's happy lay. 6
HOLY AND BEAUTIFUL DAY--Concluded. 241
Solemn the stars have retreated, Vanished in majesty bright;
And in the glowing ho-ri - zon, Shineth the angel of light.
No. 12. THE EYES OF ALL WAIT UPON THEE.
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:
Who told her how to weave it best, Laying twigs across ? And teaches children, if they pray, How to do his will. bar