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.

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.