Hymns for Mothers and ChildrenWalker, Wise, & Company, 1864 - 287 من الصفحات |
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... . • · 174 Rev. J. Pierpont . . • • 175 EVENING HYMN . · Rev. J. Pierpont . • · • • 175 GOOD NIGHT • Mrs. Follen . 176 THE GOOD BOY'S HYMN ON GOING TO BED Mrs. Follen . EVENING HYMN . · 177 177 IV . MISCELLANEOUS . · · · FOREST SCENE IN.
... . • · 174 Rev. J. Pierpont . . • • 175 EVENING HYMN . · Rev. J. Pierpont . • · • • 175 GOOD NIGHT • Mrs. Follen . 176 THE GOOD BOY'S HYMN ON GOING TO BED Mrs. Follen . EVENING HYMN . · 177 177 IV . MISCELLANEOUS . · · · FOREST SCENE IN.
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... night ; And heaven will sparkle in their eyes at morn , And stolen graces all their ways adorn . THE PATTER OF LITTLE FEET . Up with the sun in the morning , Away to the garden he hies , To see if the sleepy blossoms Have begun to open ...
... night ; And heaven will sparkle in their eyes at morn , And stolen graces all their ways adorn . THE PATTER OF LITTLE FEET . Up with the sun in the morning , Away to the garden he hies , To see if the sleepy blossoms Have begun to open ...
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... night , And waking me up with the beautiful light . O keep me from naughtiness all the long day , Dear Saviour , who taught little children to pray ! " An angel looked down in the sunshine and smiled , But she saw not the angel ...
... night , And waking me up with the beautiful light . O keep me from naughtiness all the long day , Dear Saviour , who taught little children to pray ! " An angel looked down in the sunshine and smiled , But she saw not the angel ...
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... night came , that little one In kneeling down to pray , Said , in a soft and whispering tone : " Have I been good to - day ? " O , many , many bitter tears , " T would save us , did we say , Like that dear child , with earnest heart ...
... night came , that little one In kneeling down to pray , Said , in a soft and whispering tone : " Have I been good to - day ? " O , many , many bitter tears , " T would save us , did we say , Like that dear child , with earnest heart ...
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... night , She was never so cunning before ! Her two little horns are so sharp and so bright , I hope she won't grow any more ! If I were up there , with you and my friends , We'd have a nice rock , do you see ; We'd sit in the middle ...
... night , She was never so cunning before ! Her two little horns are so sharp and so bright , I hope she won't grow any more ! If I were up there , with you and my friends , We'd have a nice rock , do you see ; We'd sit in the middle ...
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99 SONGS ALEXANDER SMART Alice angels baby bairns BAREFOOT BOY beautiful bird bless Bob-a-link breath bright Christ cold creeping everywhere danced with grace dark DAYS OF WICKLIFF dear doth earth eyes Father fear feet flowers fly away home forest lea gentle give grace green hands happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Heaven's gate heavenly hold in fee 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 Shepherd shine sing sleep smile snow song soul speak stars stole sunshine sweet te-whit tell thee thine things thou thought to-day unto wake watch weary wings word wouldst YEAR'S EVE
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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 278 - In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
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 277 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
الصفحة 107 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
الصفحة 277 - There is no Death! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
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 267 - At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
الصفحة 197 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,