What sorrows may my steps attend,

I never can foretell;

But, if the Lord will be my friend,
I know that all is well.

Father, whatever grief or ill
For me may be in store,
Make me submissive to thy will,
And I need ask no more.

43 Lord! I would own thy tender care,
And all thy love to me;

The food I eat, the clothes I wear,
Are all bestowed by thee.

My health, and friends, and parents dear,
To me by God are given;

I have not any blessing here,

But what is sent from heaven.

Kind angels guard me every night,
As round my bed they stay;
Nor am I absent from thy sight
In darkness or in day.

Such goodness, Lord, and constant care,
A child can ne'er repay;

But may it be my daily prayer

To love thee and obey.

44 We love the Father-He's so good;

We see him in the flower;

We hear him in the rain-drop;

He speaketh in the shower.

His smile is in the sunlight,
His beauty in the bow;

We hear his whisper in the breeze,
And in the zephyr low.

His wisdom's in the dew-drop
That sparkles on the lea;
His truth is in the violet's hue,
His love in all we see.

In every thing we look upon,
His image we can see;

We love the Father-He's so good,
And teaches us to be.

45 There's not a tint that paints the rose,
Or decks the lily fair,

Or streaks the humblest flower that grows,
But God has placed it there.

There's not of grass a simple blade,

Or leaf of lowliest mien,

Where heavenly skill is not displayed,
And heavenly wisdom seen.

There's not a star, whose twinkling light
Illumes the spreading earth;

There's not a cloud, or dark, or bright,
But mercy gave it birth.

Lord! how thy wonders are displayed,
Where'er we turn the eye;

If we survey the ground we tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!

46 My God, my Father-blissful name-
O may I call thee mine?

May I with sweet assurance claim
A portion so divine?

This only can my fears control,

And bid my sorrow fly;

What harm can ever reach my soul
Beneath my Father's eye?

Whate'er thy providence denies,
I calmly would resign;

For thou art good, and just, and wise;
Oh bend my will to thine.

Whate'er thy sacred will ordains,
Oh give me strength to bear;
But let me know my Father reigns,
I'll trust his tender care.

47 Be thou, O God, by night, by day,
My guard, my guide from sin,
My life, my trust, my light divine,
To keep me pure within.

Pure as the air, when day's first light
A cloudless sky illumes,

And active as the lark that soars

Till heaven shines round its plumes.

So may my soul, upon the wings
Of faith, unwearied rise,

Till at the gate of heaven it sings,
'Midst light from Paradise.

48 The bud will soon become a flower,
The flower become a seed;

Then seize, O youth! the present hour;
Of that thou hast most need.

Do thy best always-do it now—
For in the present time,
As in the furrows of a plough,
Fall seeds of good or crime.

The sun and rain will ripen fast
Each seed that thou hast sown;
And every act and word at last
By its own fruit be known.

And soon the harvest of thy toil
Rejoicing thou shalt reap;
Or o'er thy wild neglected soil
Go forth in shame to weep.

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49 The bird let loose in eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,

Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam;

But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay;

Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.

So grant me, Lord, from every snare
And stain of passion free,
Aloft, through virtue's purer air,
To urge my course to thee.
No sin to cloud, no lure to stay
My soul, as home she springs;
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,
Thy freedom on her wings!

50 What if the little rain should say,
So small a drop as I

Can ne'er refresh these thirsty fields,
I'll tarry in the sky?
What if a shining beam of noon

Should in its fountain stay,

Because its feeble light alone
Cannot create a day?

Doth not each rain-drop help to form
The cool, refreshing shower,
And every ray of light to warm
And beautify the flower?

Go thou, and strive to do thy share ;-
One talent,-less than thine,-
Improved with steady zeal and care,
Would gain rewards divine.

51 When warmer suns, and bluer skies,
Proclaim the opening year,
What happy sounds of life arise,
What lovely scenes appear!
Earth with her thousand voices sings

Her song of gladsome praise;

And every blade of grass that springs,

God's loving law obeys.

The wind-flower and the violet fair

Reflect the morning sky;

The birds make music in the air,
The brook goes singing by.

Like this spring morning, sweet and clear

That greets our opening eyes,

The spring of heaven's eternal year

Shall bring new earth and skies.