GOD SEES ME. Ye are the chosen of his love, And will he guide the fluttering dove, Nay, fear not, fear not, little ones; That looks with yearning fondness down. He'll keep you when the storm is wild, O trust him, trust him as a child, 123 GOD SEES ME. THROUGH all the busy daylight, through all the quiet night, Whether the stars in the sky, or the sun is shining bright; In the nursery, in the parlor; in the street, or on the stair, Though I may seem to be alone, yet God is always there. Whatever I may do, Wherever I may be, Although I see him not, Yet God sees me. 124 GOD SEES ME. He knows each word I mean to speak, before the word is spoken; He knows the thoughts within my heart, although I give no token. When I am naughty, then I grieve my Heavenly Father's love; And, every time I really try, he helps me from above. Whatever I may do, Wherever I may be, Although I see him not, I have kind and tender parents; I have many loving friends: But none love me as God loves me; and all that's good he sends. I will walk as God shall lead me, while the sun is in the sky; And lay me down, and sleep in peace, beneath his watchful eye. Whatever I may do, Wherever I may be, HYMNS FOR YOUNG CHILDREN. GOD'S CARE. GOD LOVES ME. GOD cares for every little child That on this large earth liveth: He gives them homes and food and clothes; He gives them all their loving friends; He makes the earth all beautiful; What can a little child give God? From his bright heavens above The great God smiles, and reaches down. To take his children's love. 125 HYMNS FOR YOUNG CHILDREN. GOD'S CARE. WHAT Secret hand, at morning light, Softly unseals mine eye, 126 GOD IS GOOD. Draws back the curtain of the night, 'Tis thine, my God, -the same that kept 'Tis thine my daily bread that brings, In death's dark valley though I stray, May that sure hand uphold me still To bring me to thy holy hill, MONTGOMERY. GOD IS GOOD. GOD is good! each perfumed flower, GOD IS GOOD. The insect, fluttering for an hour,- I hear it in each breath of wind; And clouds, with gold and silver lined, Each little rill, that many a year Joins in the song, that God is good. The restless sea, with haughty roar, Calms each wild wave and billow rude, Retreats submissive from the shore, And swells the chorus, "God is good." The countless hosts of twinkling stars The moon that walks in brightness, says 127 MRS. FOLLEN. |