The child's hymnal, ed. by C. RogersS.W. Partridge, 1879 - 200 pàgines |
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Alleluia ANDREW YOUNG angels beautiful home beautiful land Bible blessèd Blessed Jesus blest bright blue sky bright land BUCKWORTH Canaan CHARLES WESLEY Child's Hymnal Christ crown darkness didst divine doth dwell earth eternal eyes Father feet flowers fold Friend gentle Glad glorious gracious happy happy land hath hear heart holy Jesus holy Sabbath day HORATIUS BONAR Immanuel's land infant ISAAC WATTS JANE TAYLOR Jesus died JOHN CURWEN JOHN MOULTRIE joyful Joyfully King of Glory Lamb Lamb of God light little child little children live Lord Loud hosannahs love Thee loving Saviour lowly meek mercy mild MORNING never night o'er obey pray prayer Redeemer rest Shepherd shine sing sins song sorrow soul Spirit Suffer little children SUNDAY-SCHOOL sweet lovely land sweetly teach tell tender There's Thine Thou art Thou hast throne Thy grace Thy holy Sabbath Thy little Thy love Thy praise voice wisdom wonderful youthful
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Pàgina 159 - Not there, not there, my child! " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair, — Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb — It is there, it is there, my child !
Pàgina 91 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay ; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away.
Pàgina 39 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
Pàgina 89 - He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven, Saved by his precious blood.
Pàgina 43 - ALL things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The LORD GOD made them all.
Pàgina 61 - I was a wayward child, I did not love my home, I did not love my Father's voice, I loved afar to roam.
Pàgina 128 - GLORY to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings, Beneath thine own Almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Pàgina 40 - Twill save us from a thousand snares To mind religion young : Grace will preserve our following years, And make our virtue strong.
Pàgina 128 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Pàgina 13 - Let my sins be all forgiven, Bless the friends I love so well ; Take me when I die to heaven, Happy there with Thee to dwell.