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GOD MADE ALL THINGS.
Where the stars look mildly bright.In the quiet sky at night;
Where the moon when day is done,
Does her course of beauty run;
Where the sun in splendour fair,
Shines so gaily every where;
There presides the great Supreme;
Thence his rays of glory stream.
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Who the splendid sun array'd
In the robes that never fade?
Made and told the moon to glide
Nightly forth in queenly pride?
Made and lighted every star
In the deep blue sky afar?
God made all we see above;
Little children share his love.
In the robes that never fade?
Made and told the moon to glide
Nightly forth in queenly pride?
Made and lighted every star
In the deep blue sky afar?
God made all we see above;
Little children share his love.
Where in lowly, shady place,
Beauty smiles in gentle grace;
Where the lily or the rose,
In the garden sweetly glows;
Where the mountain feels the gale;
Where the calm is in the vale;
Where the stream flows, or the air;
Little children, God is there.
Beauty smiles in gentle grace;
Where the lily or the rose,
In the garden sweetly glows;
Where the mountain feels the gale;
Where the calm is in the vale;
Where the stream flows, or the air;
Little children, God is there.
Who the woody valley made,
Where the calm is and the shade?
Built the mountain strong and high,
Where the clouds come gliding by?
Made the stream that freely flows?
Made the lily and the rose?
It was God who lives above;—
Little children share his love.
Where the calm is and the shade?
Built the mountain strong and high,
Where the clouds come gliding by?
Made the stream that freely flows?
Made the lily and the rose?
It was God who lives above;—
Little children share his love.
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