The cock's shrill crowing,
The bee's low hum,
The sheep-bell tinkling
Tell day is come.
In this bright season,

Shall I in bed,

'Gainst sense and reason,
Still hide my head?

No! lightly springing,
I'll break the chain
My senses holding

In sleep's dull reign;
Then bending lowly,

With heart and mind,
Thank Him most holy
For blessings kind;

God made the starry worlds on high,
Sun, moon, that light us from the sky;
Within the waters fish had birth,
And birds flew lightly o'er the earth;
Whilst on it shining insects crept,
And beasts disported, fed and slept.
God saw that it was good, when done,
As thus the whole in beauty shone.

God next, in condescending love,
Made man to lift his thoughts above,
Whilst he the fruits and flowers enjoyed
With purest pleasures unalloyed,
And o'er all living things held sway,
A kingly ruler day by day,

That, for this bounty, he might raise

To heaven sweet songs of grateful praise

T. J

THANKS FOR THE GIFTS OF PROVID

I have a home in which to live,

A bed to rest upon,

Good food to eat, and fire to warm,
And raiment to put on.

Kind parents full of gentle love,
Brothers and sisters too;

With many kind and loving friends,
Who teach me what to do.

How many little children have
No food, no clothes to wear,
No house nor home, no parents kind
To guide them by their care.

For all thy bounty, O my God,
May I be grateful found,

And show my love by constant aims
To love all those around.

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