God made this world
A beautiful place,
Then smiled upon it
In kindly grace.
He made the sunshine
The April showers
The forest trees
And wildwood flowers.
He made the rivers
The brooks and springs
He made the birds
That cheerily sing.
He made the seasons
Too, you know,
Through them his blessings
To bestow.
His grace, his goodness
We should see,
And try to live
As perfectly.
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