Hymns for Mothers and Children, المجلد 1Walker, Wise, 1861 |
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... fair moon is the shepherdess ; Sleep , baby , sleep ! Sleep , baby , sleep ! Our Saviour loves his sheep ; He is the Lamb of God on high , Who for our sakes came down to die . Sleep , baby , sleep ! Sleep , baby , sleep ! I'll buy for ...
... fair moon is the shepherdess ; Sleep , baby , sleep ! Sleep , baby , sleep ! Our Saviour loves his sheep ; He is the Lamb of God on high , Who for our sakes came down to die . Sleep , baby , sleep ! Sleep , baby , sleep ! I'll buy for ...
الصفحة 39
... fair , Till dries the amber dew Out from her hair . High rides the thirsty sun , Fiercely and high ; Faint little Dandelion Closeth her eye ! Pale little Dandelion , In her white shroud , Heareth the angel breeze Call from the cloud ...
... fair , Till dries the amber dew Out from her hair . High rides the thirsty sun , Fiercely and high ; Faint little Dandelion Closeth her eye ! Pale little Dandelion , In her white shroud , Heareth the angel breeze Call from the cloud ...
الصفحة 40
... prize , – Like a summer's flower it dies ; But humility will last , Fair and sweet when beauty's past ; And the Saviour from above , Views a humble child with love . LADY MOON . THE JOURNEY . 41 DEAR mother , LILY OF THE VALLEY.
... prize , – Like a summer's flower it dies ; But humility will last , Fair and sweet when beauty's past ; And the Saviour from above , Views a humble child with love . LADY MOON . THE JOURNEY . 41 DEAR mother , LILY OF THE VALLEY.
الصفحة 52
... fair to see , He laughs outright ; And says : " I am now all nicely drest , Nor need be ashamed before the rest . " And now , with udders full , Forth a wild she - goat sprung , Seeking for herbs to pull , To feed her young . She sees ...
... fair to see , He laughs outright ; And says : " I am now all nicely drest , Nor need be ashamed before the rest . " And now , with udders full , Forth a wild she - goat sprung , Seeking for herbs to pull , To feed her young . She sees ...
الصفحة 72
... fair , Give me a heart to find out Thee , And read Thee everywhere . THE BEGGAR . A BEGGAR through the world am I , From place to place I wander by . Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me , For Christ's sweet sake and charity ! KEBLE . THE ...
... fair , Give me a heart to find out Thee , And read Thee everywhere . THE BEGGAR . A BEGGAR through the world am I , From place to place I wander by . Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me , For Christ's sweet sake and charity ! KEBLE . THE ...
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ALEXANDER SMART angels bairns BAREFOOT BOY beautiful beneath bird bless Bob-o'-link breast breath bright CAVE OF ADULLAM CHARLES LAMB chee Christ cold creeping everywhere danced with grace dark dear doth earth Father fear flowers fly away home FOLLEN forgive friends gentle give grace green Gretchen hands happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Heaven's gate heavenly holy HYMN JACK FROST JANE TAYLOR Jesus kind kiss Lady Moon lambs leaves light Little Bell little child little children little Dandelion little tree live look Lord MARY HOWITT MARY LAMB merry morning mother nest never night o'er Oak-tree play poor praise pray prayer Robert of Lincoln round Saviour shining sing sleep smile snow song soul speak stars stole sunshine sweet te-whit tell thee There's thine things thou thought to-day unto voice wake watch weary wings word wouldst YEAR'S EVE
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الصفحة 276 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
الصفحة 265 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
الصفحة 267 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
الصفحة 266 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
الصفحة 184 - Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
الصفحة 72 - THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God Himself is found.
الصفحة 227 - CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!
الصفحة 266 - Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!' A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered with a sigh, Excelsior! ,Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
الصفحة 184 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
الصفحة 225 - PAUSE not to dream of the future before us; Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er us; Hark, how Creation's deep, musical chorus, Unintermitting, goes up into heaven ! Never the ocean wave falters in flowing ; Never the little seed stops in its growing; More and more richly the rose-heart keeps glowing, Till from its nourishing stem it is riven. " Labor is worship ! " — the robin is singing ; "Labor is worship!