He said his prayer beside his mother, and the sea sang him to sleep with its song. He saw the sea when the sun rose in the morning. The sun rose above the sea, when the night was gone, and the stars went to sleep. In the bright morning, he saw the ships sailing on the sea. No man owns the sea. God made it, and it is his. "The sea is his, and he made it."--_Psalms 95:5_. {65}{66} [Illustration] THE MOUNTAINS "You should have seen that long hill-range With gaps of brightness riven, How through each pass and hollow streamed The purpling lights of heaven,-- "Rivers of gold-mist flowing down From far celestial fountains,-- The great sun flaming through the rifts Beyond the wall of mountains." --_John Greenleaf Whittier_ [End illustration] {67} Margaret high brooks flow down climb look beautiful think often near The mountains are high. They are often covered with trees. Brooks flow down the mountains. Margaret went to the mountains in summer. She could not climb the mountains. She played in the woods and fields near the mountains. She picked the red and white and yellow flowers in the fields. She saw the birds and the bees and the beautiful trees. {68} She loved the brook. She loved to see the mountains. They were beautiful when the sun set. When she said her prayer at night, she looked at the beautiful hills and mountains. It made her think of God to see the mountains which he made. "I will lift mine eyes unto the hills, From whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, Which made heaven and earth."--_Psalms 121:1,2_. {69} HYMNS FOR THE MORNING {70} {71} WHEN MORNING GILDS THE SKIES When morning gilds the skies, My heart awaking cries, May Jesus Christ be praised! Alike at work and prayer, To Jesus I repair; May Jesus Christ be praised! To Thee, O God above, I cry with glowing love, May Jesus Christ be praised! This song of sacred joy, It never seems to cloy, May Jesus Christ be praised! Does sadness fill my mind? A solace here I find, May Jesus Christ be praised! Or fades my earthly bliss? My comfort still is this, May Jesus Christ be praised! When evil thoughts molest, With this I shield my breast, May Jesus Christ be praised! The powers of darkness fear, When this sweet chant they hear, May Jesus Christ be praised! When sleep her balm denies, My silent spirit sighs, May Jesus Christ be praised! {72} The night becomes as day, When from the heart we say, May Jesus Christ be praised! Be this, while life is mine, My canticle divine, May Jesus Christ be praised! Be this the eternal song, Through all the ages long, May Jesus Christ be praised! --_From the German_. {73}{74} [Illustration] THE BOY JESUS By Winterstein