Hymns in Prose for Children, Calculated to Impress the Infant Mind with Early Devotion

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A. Phelps, 1836 - 36 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 16 - ... sunshine. When there is no light of the sun, nor of the moon ; when there is no lamp in the house, nor any little star twinkling...
Pàgina 14 - When he raiseth himself from his lair, when he shaketh his mane, when the voice of his roaring is heard, the cattle of the field fly, and the wild beasts of the desert hide themselves, for he is very terrible.
Pàgina 30 - ECONOMY OF HUMAN LIFE. E3 SECTION X. Mortality. CHILD of mortality, whence comest thou ? why is thy countenance sad, and why are thy eyes red with weeping ? — I have seen the rose in its beauty ; it spread its leaves to the morning sun. I returned : it was dying upon its stalk ; the grace of the form of it was gone ; its loveliness was vanished away ; its leaves were scattered on the ground, and no one gathered them again.
Pàgina 32 - I have seen the insect, being come to its full size, languish, and refuse to eat : it spun itself a tomb, and was shrouded in the silken cone : it lay without feet, or shape, or power to move. — I looked again...
Pàgina 16 - ... people hurrying to and fro. The smith's hammer is not heard upon the anvil ; nor the harsh saw of the carpenter. All men are stretched on their quiet beds ; and the child sleeps upon the breast of its mother. Darkness is spread over the skies, and darkness is upon the ground ; every eye is shut, and every hand is still.
Pàgina 13 - His works. God is our Shepherd, therefore we will follow Him; God is our Father, therefore we will love Him; God is our King, therefore we will obey Him.
Pàgina 7 - HE made all things , the sun to rule the day, and the moon to rule the night.
Pàgina 34 - There is a land, where the roses are without thorns ; where the flowers are not mixed with brambles.
Pàgina 8 - ... moon to shine by night. He made the great whale, and the elephant ; and the little worm that crawleth on the ground. The little birds sing praises to God, when they warble sweetly in the green shade. The brooks and rivers praise God, when they murmur me-lo'-di-ous-ly among the smooth pebbles. I will praise God with my voice ; for I may praise him, though I am but a little child.

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