Hymns for Mothers and Children, المجلد 1Walker, Wise, 1861 - 287 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 140
... once called little children as lambs to his fold , I should like to have been with them then . I wish that his hands had been placed on my head , That his arms had been thrown around me ; - And that I might have seen his kind look ...
... once called little children as lambs to his fold , I should like to have been with them then . I wish that his hands had been placed on my head , That his arms had been thrown around me ; - And that I might have seen his kind look ...
الصفحة 151
... once wrought , And made a snowy dove that upward flew : Dear child , from all things draw some holy thought , That , like his dove , they may fly upward too . MARY , the mother good and mild , Went forth one summer's day , That Jesus ...
... once wrought , And made a snowy dove that upward flew : Dear child , from all things draw some holy thought , That , like his dove , they may fly upward too . MARY , the mother good and mild , Went forth one summer's day , That Jesus ...
الصفحة 159
... once again , The match had burned away . She struck another hastily , And now she seemed to see , Within the same warm chamber , A glorious Christmas - tree . The branches were all laden With such things as children prize , — Bright ...
... once again , The match had burned away . She struck another hastily , And now she seemed to see , Within the same warm chamber , A glorious Christmas - tree . The branches were all laden With such things as children prize , — Bright ...
الصفحة 186
... once a fiery furnace trod , Because they would not bow the knee In worship to an idol - god ; " And how , to save them from the flame , The Son of God in glory came . Then little Susan told of One Who kindly all our sorrows bore ...
... once a fiery furnace trod , Because they would not bow the knee In worship to an idol - god ; " And how , to save them from the flame , The Son of God in glory came . Then little Susan told of One Who kindly all our sorrows bore ...
الصفحة 187
... once fell upon the earth For many a day and night , And hid the flowers , the grass , the trees , The birds and beasts , from sight . The deep waves covered all the land , And mountain - tops so high ; 188 THE DELUGE . And nothing could ...
... once fell upon the earth For many a day and night , And hid the flowers , the grass , the trees , The birds and beasts , from sight . The deep waves covered all the land , And mountain - tops so high ; 188 THE DELUGE . And nothing could ...
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ALEXANDER SMART angels bairns BAREFOOT BOY beautiful beneath bird bless Bob-o'-link breath bright CAVE OF ADULLAM CHARLES LAMB chee Christ clouds cold creeping everywhere danced with grace dark dear doth earth eyes Father fear feet flowers fly away home folded FOLLEN friends gentle give glad 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 Shepherd of Israel shining sing sleep smile snow song soul speak stars sunshine sweet tell thee There's thine things thou thought unto wake watch weary wings word wouldst YEAR'S EVE
مقاطع مشهورة
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 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 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 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 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...
الصفحة 266 - 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 - 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 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 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,