Hymns, Songs, and Fables, for Young People

The clear blue sky is full of thee,
The woods so dark and lone;
The soft south-wind, the sounding sea,
Worship the Holy One.

The humming of the insect throng,
The prattling, sparkling rill,
The birds, with their melodious song,
Repeat thy praises still.

And thou dost hear them every one,--
Father, thou hearest me;
I know that I am not alone,
When I but think of thee.

HYMN.

It was my Heavenly Father's love
Brought every being forth;
He made the shining worlds above,
And every thing on earth.

Each lovely flower, the smallest fly,
The sea, the waterfall,
The bright green fields, the clear blue sky,--
'Tis God that made them all.

He gave me all my friends, and taught
My heart to love them well,
And he bestowed the power of thought