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God never allowed any man to do nothing. How miserable is the
condition of those men who spend their time as if it were _given_
them, and not lent.--_Bishop Hall_.
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HARVEST SONG.
Now the golden ear wants the reaper's hand,
Banish every fear, plenty fills the land.
Joyful raise songs of praise,
Goodness, goodness, crowns our days.
Yet again swell the strain,
He who feeds the birds that fly,
Will our daily wants supply.
CHORUS----
As the manna lay, on the desert ground,
So from day to day, mercies flow around.
As a father's love gives his children bread,
So our God above grants, and we are fed.
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Think in the morning what thou hast to do this day, and at night what
thou hast done; and do nothing upon which thou mayst not boldly ask
God's blessing; nor nothing for which thou shalt need to ask his
pardon.--_Anon_.
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TELLING SECRETS.
There is a company of girls met together, and what can they be talking
about.
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