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Watts's legacy was described in a recent Church Times article as mostly pernicious, and I am inclined to agree. Some are amusing, but most are quite horrid, threatening children with damnation for the ... Llegeix la ressenya completa
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Pāgina 74 - EMMETS, how little they are in our eyes, We tread them to dust, and a troop of them dies, Without our regard or concern; Yet as wise as we are, if we went to their school, There's many a sluggard and many a fool Some lessons of wisdom might learn.
Pāgina 14 - I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food ; He formed the creatures with His word, And then pronounced them good.
Pāgina 19 - WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see ! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me ? Not more than others I deserve, Yet God has given me more ; For I have food, while others starve, Or beg from door to door.
Pāgina 66 - Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain! But now the fair traveller's come to the west, H.is rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his rest, And foretells a bright rising again.
Pāgina 52 - How proud we are ! How fond to show Our clothes, and call them rich and new ! When the poor sheep and silk-worm wore That very clothing long before.
Pāgina 22 - LORD, I ascribe it to thy grace, And not to chance as others do, That I was born of Christian race, And not a Heathen, or a Jew.
Pāgina 13 - Who reigns above the sky ! How shall a child presume to sing His dreadful majesty ! 2 How great his power is none can tell, Nor think how large his grace ; Not men below, nor saints that dwell On high before his face.
Pāgina 30 - THERE is beyond the sky A heaven of joy and love ; And holy children, when they die, Go to that world above.