ABOUT GOD, WHO MADE THE SUN AND MOON.
I saw the glorious sun arise
From yonder mountain gray;
And as he travelled through the skies,
The darkness fled away;
And all around me was so bright,
I wished it would be always light.
But when his shining course was done,
The gentle moon drew night.
And stars came twinkling one by one,
Upon the shady sky.
Who made the sun to shine so far,
The moon, and every twinkling star?
'Twas God, my child, who made them all,
By his almighty hand;
He holds them that they do not fall,
And bids them move or stand;
That glorious GOD who lives afar,
In heav'n beyond the highest star.
How very great that GOD must be,
Who rolls them through the air!
Too high, Mamma, to notice me,
Or listen to my pray'r!
I fear he will not condescend
To be a little infant's friend.
O yes, my love; for though he made
Those wonders in the sky,
You never need to be afraid
He should neglect your cry;
For humble as a child may be,
A praying child he loves to see.
Behold the daisy where you tread,
That useless little thing;
Behold the insects overhead,
That gambol in the spring;
His goodness bids the daisy rise,
And ev'ry insect's wants supplies.
And will he not descend to make
A feeble child his care?
Yes; JESUS died for children's sake,
And loves the youngest prayer,
God made the stars and daisies too,
And watches over them and you.