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12. Now Come, Let Us Play. |
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13. God Made the Sun. |
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He made the birds that sing so sweet, 'The little lambs that frisk and bleat; The playful fishes in the stream, And beasts of every size and name. |
It is by His kind grace and care We see, and feel, and speak, and hear. Our hands, our head, our heart, H^ gave, And all we are, and all we have. |
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