  I love to hear the little birds That carol on the trees; I love the gentle murmuring stream, I love the evening breeze. I love to think of Him who made These pleasant things for me; Who gave me life, and health, and strength, And eyes, that I might see. I love the holy Sabbath-day, So peaceful, calm, and still; And O! I love to go to church, And learn my Maker's will. |
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