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
From every thing we see.

3 he 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.

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
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 that rends the air,
Or blast that sweeps the ocean's bed,
But God's own voice is there.

Around, beneath, below, above,
Wherever space extends,

There God displays his boundless love,
And power with mercy blends.

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,
But Mercy gave it birth.

2 Fiere's not a cloud whose dews 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 love,
And power with mercy blends.

I LOVE to see the glowing sun
Light up the deep blue sky,
Along the pleasant fields to run,
And hear the brook flow by.

C. M.

2 How fresh and green the trees appear;
What blooming flowers I find!

Oh, surely God has sent them here
To tell us he is kind.

3 The beasts that on the herbage feed
Thank him in different ways;
And little birds upon the boughs
Sing sweetly to his praise.

4 Shall I alone forget to thank
The God who made us all!
O no, I'll humbly kneel to him,
And on my Maker call.

5 Though I am but a little child,
Yet I to God belong;

His works declare him good and mild,
And he will hear my song.

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;
Thou, who for ever art the same;
But yet thy grace and mercy, Lord,
Shine brightest in thy holy word.

6

God's providence.

C. M.

WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise!
2 Thy providence my life sustained,
And all my wants redrest,
Wher. I a helpless infant lay
Upon my mother's breast.

3 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

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
Whence all those blessings flowed.

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,
To cheer the midnight gloom..

2 The fields, the meadows, and the plain, The little pleasant hills,

The waters too, the mighty main,
The rivers, and the rills.

3 Come, then, behold them all, and say,
"How came these things to be?
That stand around whichever way
I turn myself to see?"