Melodies for ChildhoodThomas N. Stanford, 1857 - 260 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 27
... give us heat and light : How thankful should we be ! " T was God our Father , great in power ; O ! let us all His Name adore . Who made the moon and stars so high , The darkest night to cheer ? How bright they shine on yonder sky , Oft ...
... give us heat and light : How thankful should we be ! " T was God our Father , great in power ; O ! let us all His Name adore . Who made the moon and stars so high , The darkest night to cheer ? How bright they shine on yonder sky , Oft ...
الصفحة 37
... give offence by actions , Or by anything you say ? Little children , love each other , Never give another pain ; If your brother speak in anger , Answer not in wrath again . Be not selfish to each other , - Never mar another's rest ...
... give offence by actions , Or by anything you say ? Little children , love each other , Never give another pain ; If your brother speak in anger , Answer not in wrath again . Be not selfish to each other , - Never mar another's rest ...
الصفحة 39
... Give me the words my lips should say , And bless me with Thy light . Guide me in all my way below ; Keep me from every snare ; Grant me Thy perfect law to know , And Thy salvation share . And when at last my course is run , And time ...
... Give me the words my lips should say , And bless me with Thy light . Guide me in all my way below ; Keep me from every snare ; Grant me Thy perfect law to know , And Thy salvation share . And when at last my course is run , And time ...
الصفحة 47
... give me one kiss for good morning , mamma : Only just look at my pretty canary , Chirping his sweet good morning to Mary . The sun is peeping straight into my eyes- Good morning to you , Mister Sun , for you rise Early to wake up my ...
... give me one kiss for good morning , mamma : Only just look at my pretty canary , Chirping his sweet good morning to Mary . The sun is peeping straight into my eyes- Good morning to you , Mister Sun , for you rise Early to wake up my ...
الصفحة 56
... give one day To GOD , who gives us seven . Though other days bring sadness , Thou bid'st us cease to mourn ; Then hail , thou day of gladness ! I welcome thy return . Happy , happy Sunday , We will not toil to - day ; But leave to busy ...
... give one day To GOD , who gives us seven . Though other days bring sadness , Thou bid'st us cease to mourn ; Then hail , thou day of gladness ! I welcome thy return . Happy , happy Sunday , We will not toil to - day ; But leave to busy ...
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angels Art Thou BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beautiful bless Bob-o'-link bread breast breath bright bright eyes brother canst chee cheerful cherries are ripe Cheshire cheese chick-a-de-de Christian child cold dark darling dear earth eyes Father fear flowers gentle grace grass green hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven heaven's gate holy hour HYMN Jack Frost JANE TAYLOR JESUS kind Kitten kneel lambs light little bird little child little children little girl live look LORD love Lucy Mabel MARY HOWITT merry morning mother nest never night o'er PET LAMB play porringer praise pray prayer pretty rest Robert of Lincoln round SAVIOUR sharpen your teeth shining sing sleep smile snow song soon soul Squirrel stars summer sure sweet tear tell thank Thee Thine things thought to-day tree voice warm watch wind wings wish word young وو
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الصفحة 111 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them. " And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer And eat my supper there. " The first that died was Sister Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away.
الصفحة 57 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 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 186 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
الصفحة 26 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
الصفحة 147 - What ails thee, Young One ? what ? Why pull so at thy cord? Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and board ? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; Rest, little Young One, rest; what is't that aileth thee ? "What is it thou wouldst seek?
الصفحة 178 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
الصفحة 184 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas...
الصفحة 37 - I think when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then.
الصفحة 145 - THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink ; I heard a voice ; it said, " Drink, pretty Creature, drink ! " And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied A snow-white mountain Lamb with a Maiden at its side. No other sheep were near, the Lamb was all alone, And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone ; With one knee on the grass did the little Maiden kneel, While to that mountain Lamb she gave its evening meal.
الصفحة 168 - With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young faithful heart.