HEN AND CHICKENS.

1 See, sister, where the chickens trip, All busy in the morn! Look how their heads they dip and dip, To peck the scattered corn!

2 Dear sister, shall we shut our eyes, And to the sight be blind, Nor think of HIM who food supplies To us and all mankind?

3 Whether our wants be much or few, Or fine or coarse our fare, To Heaven's protecting care is due The voice of praise and prayer.