The Works of Creation.

Come, children, now behold the earth In varied beauty stand; The product view of six days birth,— How wondrous and how grand! The fields, the meadows, and the plain, The little laughing hills, The waters too, the mighty main, The rivers and the rills. Come, then, behold them all, and say, How came these things to be, That here before, which ever way We turn ourselves, we see.

’Tis God who made the earth and sea; To whom all angels bow; The God who made both you and me, The God who sees us now.