God Sees Me Always.

God sees me always. When I sleep,
    He kindly watches near;
He loves the little child to keep,
    Who tries to please Him here.

When I'm alone He sees me too,
    Though no one else is by;
And every naughty thing I do,
    He sees it from on high.

He sees me, too, when I am rude,
    And cry, and fret, and tease;
He loves to see me when I'm good
    And try mamma to please.

Then, since He sees me day and night,
    And is so kind to me,
I must do always what is right,
    His gentle child must be.

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"How beautiful it is, mamma,
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That He should listen to their prayer,
    When little children call!

"What shall I do for him, mamma?
    For He's so kind to me,--
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"The only thing which you can do
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Be always gentle, full of love,
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"Thus you will show your love to God
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Evening Hymn.

God has kept me, dearest mother.
    Kindly, safely, through the day:
Let me thank Him for His goodness,
    Ere the twilight fades away.

For my home and friends I thank Him,
    For my father, mother dear;
For the hills, the trees, the flowers,
    And the sky so bright and clear.

If I have been kind and gentle,
    If I've spoken what was true,
Or if I've been cross and selfish,
    He has seen and known it, too.

Those I love He will watch over,
    Though they may be far away,
For he loves good little children,
    And will hear the words they say.

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The First Hymn.

God made the bright, round sun;
    He made the pretty flowers;
The little birds, the trees, the clouds
    The rain that falls in showers.

He made papa, mamma,
    And baby brother, too;
And mother says He looks from Heaven,
    And sees each thing I do.

Then I must try to be
    Pleasant, and sweet, and mild;
For the good God who made me loves
    A kind, obedient child.

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Samuel.

In Bible times so long ago,
    And in a far-off city, too,
A mother watched her only child
    As he in strength and beauty grew.

And when his little tottering feet
    Had scarcely learned to go alone,--
Before his baby voice could speak
    Her name, with a sweet, joyous tone,--

She took her boy and travelled on,
    Away from home, for many a mile,
That with a good and holy man
    Her darling son might live a while;

That he might learn about the God
    Who made the earth and sea and sky;
And then she left him there and turned
    Back to her home, with many a sigh.

She could not place him on her knee
    And tell him he was very dear;
And so she made a little coat
    And brought it to him every year.

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Evening Hymn.

The bird within its nest
    Has sung its evening hymn,
And I must go to quiet rest,
    As the bright west grows dim.

I see the twinkling star,
    That, when the sun has gone,
Is shining out the first afar,
    To tell us day is done.

If on this day I've been
    A selfish, naughty child,
May God forgive the wrong I've done,
    And make me kind and mild.

May he still bless and keep
    My father, mother dear;
And may the eye that cannot sleep
    Watch o'er our pillows here,

And guard us from all ill,
    Through this long, silent night,
And bring us, by His holy will,
    To see the morning light.

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Morning Hymn.

Now again the yellow sun
Shines upon my window-pane;
Now anothor day's begun,
I can laugh and play again.

I must try to-day to be
Kind in all I say and do;
Then will God be pleased with me,
And mamma will love me too.

For she says that God above
Loves to see a little child
Sweet and gentle as the dove,
Like the pretty lamb so mild.

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