The cricket on the lady-bird Furnish drink for all. CHORUS: Wine's, &c. The lily and the daisy, Sun-burnt in the field, Had no parasol of leaves So sunlight dropp'd its cloud-veil, And rain began to fall, Soon reviv'd them all. CHORUS: Wine's, &c. Corn that gilded acres, The clover, and the grass, The primrose in the green lane, Cause them all to grow, CHORUS: Wine's, &c. Drops of crystal water Form the running rills, By the brambled hills ; Rivers wide and far, Drops of crystal water Make them what they are. CHORUS: Wine's, &c. GOD'S WAYS ARE BEST. IN the joys of careless infancy, But ah, his own twin sister lay And as that loved one passed away, WATERS OF MARAH. By Marah's stream of bitterness, Whene'er affliction o'er thee sheds Then, sufferer, be the prophet's prayer JESUS. HE is a path, if any be misled; He is a robe, if any naked be; If any chance to hunger, he is bread; If any be a bondman, he is free; If any be but weak, how strong is he! To dead men life he is, to sick men health; To blind men sight, and to the needy wealth: A pleasure without loss, a treasure without stealth. |