He paints the wayside flower, He lights the evening star; He gives our daily bread.-REF. For all Thy love imparts, Our humble, thankful hearts.-REF. Mathias Claudius Tr. by Jane Montgomery Campbell 1868 Clouds that drop their fattening dews; Anna Lætitia Barbauld 177a RUSSIAN HYMN P. M. A. LWOFF 2 God, the All-Ter- ri-ble! Thou who ordain-est Thunder Thy clarion, and lightning Thy sword! Show forth Thy pit-y on high where Thou reignest; Give to us peace in our time, O Lord! [is gleaming, billow, streaming, [pillow, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy Nor hope lends a ray the poor sailors to Now seated in glory, the poor sinner cherish, cherish, [perish." Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord, or They fly to their Master, "Save, Lord, or we WAVE P. M. we perish." Reginald Heber 1827 |