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 mayest not boldly ask
God's blessing; nor nothing for which thou shalt need to ask his
pardon.--_Anon_.

TELLING SECRETS.

There is a company of girls met together, and what can they be talking
about. Hark! "Now I will tell you something, if you'll promise never to
tell," says Jane. "I will, certainly," replied Anne. "And will you
promise _never_ to tell a single living creature as long as you live?"
The same reply is given, "_I will never tell_."

Now Jane tells the secret, and what is it? It turns out to be just
nothing at all, and there is no good reason why every body should'nt
know it. It is this--"Lizzy Smith is going to have a new bonnet, trimmed
with pink ribbon and flowers inside." Anna thinks no more of her solemn
promise, and the first school-mate she meets, she opens the secret, with
a solemn injunction for her not to tell. By and by the secret is all
out among the girls--the promises are all broken. Now, children,
remember your word--keep it true, and never make a promise which you do
not intend to keep, and always avoid telling foolish secrets.

AGNES AND THE MOUSE.

One brilliant Christmas day, two little girls were walking towards a
neighboring village, when they observed a little creature walking about
the road. "Surely," said Mary, "it is a large mouse;" and it did not
seem to be afraid, so they thought from its tameness, it must be hungry.
"Poor little thing," said Agnes, "I wish I had something to give you."
She took a few almonds from her pocket and went gently along towards the
mouse and put it close by its side. The mouse began to nibble, and soon
finished it. Agnes then put down two or three more, and left the mouse
to eat its Christmas dinner. I think you would have enjoyed seeing the
mouse eating the almonds. I hope you will always be kind to poor dumb
animals. I have seen children who were