ENTERED according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1935, by Paul Beck, Jr., Treasurer, in trust for the American Sunday-school Union, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.

PREFACE.

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The inquiry has often been made, why a col. lection of hymns is not published sufficiently extensive to supply the wants of Sunday: schools. It is said, that the little hymn book in common use was very well at the commence. ment of the Sunday-school system, but since monthly concerts, anniversaries, missionary meetings, teachers' prayer meetings, &c. &c. have become so common, a larger volume is called for, and a more extensive variety is in. dispensable.

The “New Hymn Book," as it is entitled, was an experiment, to see how far sacred music, as A science, could be introduced into Sunday. schools by connecting it with a hymn book. It was never supposed that so limited a variety of hymns as that collection contains, and many

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of them too of so peculiar a measure, would supply the deficiency.

The present compilation will be found to con. tain 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 reach 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.

CREATION AND PROVIDENCE.

C. M.

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The goodness of God.
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How kind in all his works and ways

Must our
We learn some lesson of his praise

From every thing we see.
2 The glorious sun that blazes high,

The moon more pale and dim, With all the stars that fill the sky,

Are made and ruled by him.
3 And this vast world of ours below,

The water and the land,
And all the trees and flowers that grow,

Were fashioned by his hand.
4 Yes, and he formed our infant race,

And he is ever near
To those who early seek his face

By humble, earnest prayer.
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God seen in his works.

C. M. THERE'S not a tint that paints the rose,

the lily Or streaks the humblest flower that blows, But

God has placed it there.

% At early dawn there's not a gale

Across the landscape driven,
And not a breeze that sweeps the vale,

That is not sent by heaven.
3 There's not of grass a single blade,

Or leaf of loveliest green,
Where heavenly skill is not displayed

And heavenly wisdom seen.
4 There's not a tempest dark and dread,

Or storm thac rends the air,
Or blast that sweeps the ocean's bed,

But God's wn voice is there. 5 Around, beneath, below, above,

Wherever space extends,
There God displays his boundless love,

And power with mercy blends.
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God the Creator.

C. M. I

THERE'S not a star whose twinkling light And cheers the silent gloom of night,

But Mercy gave it birth.
2 There's not a cloud whose acws distil

Upon the parching clod,
And clothe with verdure vale and hill,

That is not sent by God. 3 There's not a place in earth’s vast round,

In ocean's deep, or air,
Where skill and wisdom are not found;

For God is everywhere.
4 Around, beneath, below, above,

Wherever space extends,
There God displays his boundless lore,
And power with mercy blends.