depths and spreading wood, Ten thousand voices seem to cry,

God made us all, and God is

good. A

MEN.

2 The sun that keeps his trackless way,
And downward pours his golden flood,
Night's sparkling hosts, all seem to say,
In accents clear, that God is good.
3 The merry birds prolong the strain,
Their song with every spring renew'd;
And balmy air, and falling rain,

Each softly whispers, God is good.

4 Yes, God is good, all Nature says,

By God's own hand with speech endued;
And man, in louder notes of praise,
Should sing for joy that God is good.

5 For all thy gifts we bless thee, Lord;
But chiefly for our heavenly food;

Thy pardoning grace, thy quickening word,

These prompt our song that God is good. AMEN.

No. 114. AUSTRIA. 8s & 7s. Double.

JOSEPH HAYDN.

1. Round the Lord in glo- ry seat-ed

Cherubim and Ser- a

phim,

Fill'd his temple, and re- peat - ed Each to each th'al- ter-nate hymn:

"Lord, thy glory fills the heav-en, Earth is with thy ful-ness stored;

2 Heaven is still with glory ringing,
Earth takes up the angels' cry,

"Holy, holy, holy," singing,

"Lord of hosts, the Lord most High."

With his seraph train before him,
With his holy Church below,
Thus conspire we to adore him,
Bid we thus our anthem flow:
3 "Lord, thy glory fills the heaven,
Earth is with thy fulness stored;
Unto thee be glory given,

Holy, holy, holy Lord."

Thus thy glorious name confessing,

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We adopt thy angels' cry,

Holy, holy, holy," blessing

Thee, the Lord of hosts most High. AMEN.

No. 115. ST. CECILIA. 8s & 7s. Double.

9:3

given--Bird - like voi - ces, sweet and clear.

2 There's a choir of infant singers,

White-robed, round the Saviour's throne;
Angels cease, and, waiting, listen,

Oh, 'tis sweeter than their own!
Faith can hear the rapturous choral,
When her ear is upward turned;
Is not this the same, perfected,

Which upon the earth they learned?
3 Jesus, when on earth sojourning,

Loved them with a wondrous love;
And will he, to heaven returning,
Faithless to his blessing prove!

Oh, they cannot sing too early!
Stand, oh, stand not in their way!

Birds do sing while day is breaking,

Tell me, then, why should not they? AMEN.

No. 116.

EDEN. 7s & 6s.

St. Albans T. B.

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1. Each little flow'r that opens, Each little bird that sings,

He made their glowing colors, He made their tiny wings. A -`MEN.

2 The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,

The sunset, and the morning
That brightens up the sky.

3 The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The rich fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.

4 The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,

The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;

5 He gave us eyes to see them,

And lips that we might tell

How great is God Almighty,

Who "doeth all things well." AMEN.