THE USE OF FLOWERS.
GOD might have made the earth bring forth
E-nough for great and small;
The oak tree and the ce-dar tree,
With-out a flow-er at all.
He might have made e-nough,-e-nough For ev-er-y want of ours;
Then where-fore, where-fore were they made,
All dyed with rain-bow light,
All fashioned with su-pre-mest grace,
Up-spring-ing day and night ;-
Spring-ing in val-leys green and low,
And on the moun-tains high,
And in the si-lent wil-der-ness
Where no man pass-es by?
Our out-ward life re-quires them not ;
Then where-fore had they birth?
To min-is-ter de-light to man,
To beau-ti-fy the earth;—
To com-fort man, to whis-per hope,
When-e'er his faith is dim;
For Who so ca-reth for the flow-ers,
Will much more care for him.
"THOU GOD SEEST ME."
GOD can see me ev-er-y day,
When I work and when I play,
When I read and when I talk,
When I run and when I walk,
When I eat and when I drink,
When I sit and on-ly think ;
When I laugh and when I cry,
God is ev-er watch-ing nigh.
When I'm qui-et, when I'm rude,
When I'm naugh-ty, when I'm good;
When I'm hap-py, when I'm sad,
When I'm sorry, when I'm glad ;
When I pluck the scent-ed rose
That in my neat garden grows;
When I crush the ti-ny fly,
God is watch-ing from the sky.
When the sun gives heat and light,
When the stars are twink-ling bright,
When the moon shines on my bed,
God still watch-es o'er my head;
Night or day, at church or fair,
God is ev-er, ev-er near,
Mark-ing all I do or say,
Point-ing to the hap-py way.
EV-ER-Y mor-ning the red sun
Ri-ses warm and bright,
But the eve-ning com-eth on,
And the dark cold night.
There's a bright land far a-way,
Where 'tis nev-er-end-ing day.
Ev-er-y spring the sweet young flow-ers
Open bright and gay,
Till the chil-ly au-tumn hours
With-er them a-way.
There's a land we have not seen,
Where the trees are al-ways green.
Lit-tle birds sing songs of praise
All the sum-mer long,
But in cold-er short-er days
They for-get their song.
There's a place where An-gels sing
Cease-less prais-es to their King.
Christ our Lord is ev-er near
Those who fol-low Him,
But we can-not see Him here,
For our eyes are dim.
There is a most hap-py place,
Where men al-ways see His face.
Who shall go to that bright land?
All who do the right:
Ho-ly chil-dren there shall stand
In their robes of white,
For that Heaven so bright and blest,
Is our ev-er-last-ing rest.
Hymns for Little Children.
LIVE for some-thing, be not i-dle;
Look a-bout thee for em-ploy ;
Sit not down to use-less dream-ing—
La-bour is the sweet-est joy.
Fold-ed hands are ev-er wea-ry,
Self-ish hearts are nev-er gay;
Life for thee hath man-y du-ties-
Ac-tive be, then, while you may.
Scat-ter bless-ings in thy path-way!
Gen-tle words and cheer-ing smiles
Bet-ter are than gold and sil-ver,
With their grief dis-pel-ling wiles.
As the pleas-ant sun-shine fall-eth
Ev-er on the grate-ful earth,
So let sym-path-y and kind-ness
Gladden well the darkened hearth.
Hearts there are op-pressed and wea-ry ;
Drop the tear and sym-path-y,
Whis-per words of hope and com-fort,
Give, and thy re-ward shall be
Joy un-to thy soul re-turn-ing,
From this per-fect foun-tain head;
Free-ly, as thou free-ly giv-est,
Shall the grate-ful light be shed.
THE LITTLE PILGRIM.
Now that my jour-ney's just be-gun,
My course so lit-tle trod,
I'll stay, be-fore I fur-ther run,
And give my-self to God.
And lest I should be ev-er led
Through sin-ful paths to stray,
I would at once be-gin to tread
In wis-dom's pleas-ant way.
What sor-rows may my steps at-tend,
I can-not now fore-tell;
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