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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.
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
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.
CREATION AND PROVIDENCE.
The goodness of God.
From every thing we see.
The moon more pale and dim, With all the stars that fill the sky,
Are made and ruled by him.
The water and the land,
Were fashioned by his hand.
And he is ever near
By humble, earnest prayer.
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,
That is not sent by heaven.
Or leaf of loveliest green,
And heavenly wisdom seen.
Or storm thac rends the air,
But God's wn voice is there. 5 Around, beneath, below, above,
Wherever space extends,
And power with mercy blends.
C. M. I
THERE'S not a star whose twinkling light And cheers the silent gloom of night,
But Mercy gave it birth.
Upon the parching clod,
That is not sent by God. 3 There's not a place in earth’s vast round,
In ocean's deep, or air,
For God is everywhere.
Wherever space extends,