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Nature's God, Creator Wise.

Words by MARIAN FROELICH.

Music by G. FROELICH.

I. Branch and bush-es shiv'ring, cow-ered, At Bo- re as' bitter blast,
Nat-ure flaunts her bright-hued pennants, Ros-es, dai - sies, vi - olets blue:

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Now with beau-ty fair they're
And the silver-throat-ed

a tor wise of earth and skies! Ev'ry season as it hast- ning flies, Thy pow'r but testifies.

Giving, yet Receiving. -CONCLUDED.

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Good measure, good measure, pressed down, running o-ver; Thus will you lay up your treas- ure in heav'n.

my

Danger and sor-row stand Round me on ev'ry hand; Heav'n is my fa-ther-land, Heav'n is
Time's cold and wintry blast Soon will be o - ver-past; I shall reach home at last; Heav'n is my
Swift-ly the race I'll run, Yield up my crown to none; For-ward! the prize is won; Heav'n is my
There are the good and blest, Those I lov'd most and best; There, too, I soon shall rest; Heav'n is my

home. home.

home. home.

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Words by MARIAN FROELICH.

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Music by G. FROELICH.

1. Spring's blithesome steps again have strayed To childhood's happy land; The blust'ring winter winds are stayed, Spring The birds from southern climes return, And seek their northern home; And birdlings chirping anthems learn, That 3. The fountains flash pris-mat-ic spray; The streamlets leap and dance As on they go o'er peb - bly way; The 4. Bright laughter freights the balmy air, And songs rise clear and sweet, While marching hosts of children fair, Throng