Behold the shepherd of the flock; he taketh care for the sheep; he leadeth them among clear brooks; he guideth them to fresh pastures.

If the young lambs are weary he carries them in his arms; if they wander, he bringeth them back:

But who is the shepherd's shepherd? who taketh care of him? who guideth him in the path he should walk? and if he wander who will bring him back?

God is the sheperd's shepherd; he is the Thepherd over all; he taketh care for all; the whole earth is his fold, and we are his flock.

The mother loveth her little child; she bringeth it up on her knees.

She nourisheth its body with feedeth its mind with knowledge.

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When it is sick, she nurseth it with tender love; she watches over it when it is asleep.

But who is the parent of the mother? who nourishes her with good things?

Whose arms are about her, to keep her from harm? and if she be sick, who shall heal her?

God is the parent of the mother; he is the parent of all; for he created all.

All the men, and all the women in the world, are his children; he loves them all, he is good to all.

God is our shepherd, and we will follow him; he is our father; we will love and obey him.

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The rose is sweet; but it is surrounded with thorns; the lily of the valley is fair, but it springeth up among brambles.

The spring is pleasant; but it is soon past: the summer is bright; but winter destroys the beauty thereof.

The rainbow is very glorious; but it soon vanishes away: life is good; but it is quickly swallowed up in death.

There is a land where the roses are without thorns; where the flowers are not mixed with brambles.

That country is heaven; it is the country of them that are good.

This earth is pleasant, for it is God's; and it is filled with many delightful things. But that country is far better; there we

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shall not grieve any more, nor be sick any more, nor do wrong any more.

There the cold of winter will not wither us, nor the heat of summer scorch us.

There we shall meet, with all that are good; with all that have served the Lord on the earth.

There we shall see Jesus, who is gone before us to that happy place; and there we shall behold the glory of the high God.

We cannot see him here, but we will love him; we must now be in this world, but we will often think of heaven;

That happy land is our home; we are to be here but a little while; but there we shall be forever; even for ages of eternal years.

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Awake; all ye that sleep

praise the Lord.

Ye who sail on the watery deep, praise him; for he hath preserved you in the dark night.

Praise him, ye travellers; for he enlighteneth your path.

Praise him ye village youths; and forget him not, ye children of the city.

You, whose table he hath spread with good things every morning, lift up your hearts in thankfulness to him who daily feedeth you with bread.

Ye soaring larks, ye warbling linnets sing; ye cooing doves awake, and all ye songsters of the grove,chaunt forth in sweetest melody the praises of your maker.