GOD MADE THE SKY.

God made the sky that looks so blue;
He made the grass so green;

He made the flowers that smell so sweet,
In pretty colours seen.

God made the sun which shines so bright,
And gladdens all we see.

It comes to give us heat and light;
How thankful we should be.

God made the pretty bird to fly;
How sweetly has she sung,
And, though she flies so very high,
She wont forget her young.

God made the cow to give nice milk,
The horse for us to use;

We'll treat them kindly for his sake,
Nor dare His gifts abuse.

God made the water for our drink;
He made the fish to swim ;

He made the trees to bear nice fruit;
Oh! how should we love Him.

MYSELF.

My hands, how nicely are they made,
To hold and touch and do!

I'll try to learn some honest trade
That will be useful too.

My eyes-how fit they are to read,
To mind my work, and look!
I ought to think of that indeed,
And use them at my book.

My tongue-'twas surely never meant
To quarrel or to swear!

To speak the truth my tongue was sent,
And also for my prayer.

From "Peep

When he began this world to make,

These were the mighty words he spake;

"Let there be light!" His voice was heard, And the obedient light appeared.

The Angels saw the light arise,

And with their praises filled the skies:

"How great our God! how wise! how stron

Such is their never-ending song.

GOD IS IN HEAVEN.

God is in heaven-can he hear
A little prayer like mine?

Yes, thoughtful child, thou must not fear-
He listeneth to thine.

God is in heaven-can he see
When I am doing wrong?
Yes, that he can, he looks at thee
All day and all night long.

God is in heaven-would he know
If I should tell a lie?

Yes, though thou saidst it very low,
He'd hear it in the sky.

God is in heaven-does he care,
Or is he good to me?

Yes, all thou hast to eat or wear-
'Tis God who gives it thee.

God is in heaven-may I pray
To go there when I die?

Yes, love, be good, and then one day

He'll call thee to the sky.

Mrs. Gilbert.

HYMN.

Around the throne of God,
In sweet and solemn hymn,
His praises oft are heard,

With voice of cherubim ;
But will he hear an infant raise
Its little song of feeble praise?

Yes! God delights to hear

The grateful sounds that flow
From lips and hearts sincere,
However mean and low;

Then, infants, lift a cheerful voice,
And in His love, with songs, rejoice.