THE FIRST HYMN.
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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. | |
