FROM the sunny morning 

To the starry night, 

Every look and motion 

Meets our Father's sight; 

From our earliest breath 

To our latest year, 

Every sound we utter 

Meets our Father's ear. 

Let us, then, be careful 

That our loop shall be 

Brave and kind and cheerful 

For our Lord to see. 

Help us, O our Father! 

Hear our earnest plea— 

Teach thy little children 

How to live for thee. 




MAKE a little fence of trust 

About today, 

Fill the space with loving work, 

And therein stay. 

Look not thro' the sheltering bars 

Upon tomorrow; 

God will help thee bear what comes 

Of joy or sorrow. 

Friend's Intelligencer