of them too of so peculiar a measure, woul supply the deficiency. The present compilation will be found to contain the best part of the Sunday-school hymn books now in use; and much pains have been taken to glean from all other sources within our each such a collection as shall supply the wants of the religious community, and espe cially that part of it which is connected with Sabbath-schools. SABBATH-SCHOOL HYMNS. 1 CREATION AND PROVIDENCE The goodness of God. C. M. HOW kind in all his works and ways Must our Creator be; We learn some lesson of his praise 3 he glorious sun that blazes high, 3 And this vast world of ours below, And all the trees and flowers that grow 4 Yes, and he formed our infant race To those who early seek his face 2 God seen in his works. C. M. THERE'S not a tint that paints the rose Or decks the lily fair, Or streaks the humblest flower that blows, But God has placed it there. 2 At early dawn there's not a gale 3 There's not of grass a single blade, Where heavenly skill is not displayed 4 There's not a tempest dark and dread, Around, beneath, below, above, There God displays his boundless love, 3 God the Creator. C. M. THERE'S not a star whose twinkling lignt Shines on the distant earth, And cheers the silent gloom of night, 2 Fiere's not a cloud whose dews distil And clothe with verdure vale and hill, 3 There's not a place in earth's vast round, 4 Around, beneath, below, above, There God displays his boundless love, I LOVE to see the glowing sun C. M. 2 How fresh and green the trees appear; Oh, surely God has sent them here 3 The beasts that on the herbage feed 4 Shall I alone forget to thank 5 Though I am but a little child, His works declare him good and mild, 5 God seen in his works. L. M. THY works proclaim thy glory, Lord; The blooming fields, the singing bird, The tempest, and the sunny hour, Show forth thy goodness and thy power. 2 And when the setting sun declines, I view Thee in its brilliant lines; Those tints, so beautiful and bright, Teach me the Author of all light. 3 Great God! how should our worship rise To Thee, who form'd the earth and skies; The things that creep, and things that fly, Are viewed by thine all-seeing cye. 4 Then will I still adore thy name; 6 God's providence. C. M. WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost 3 To all my weak complaints and cries Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned To form themselves in prayer. 4 Unnumbered blessings on my soul Thy tender care bestowed, 1 Before my infant heart could know 7 Come and see the works of God. C. M COME, child, look upwards to the sky, Behold the sun and moon, The numerous stars that sparkle high, 2 The fields, the meadows, and the plain, The little pleasant hills, The waters too, the mighty main, 3 Come, then, behold them all, and say, |