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PÓgina 60 - All praise 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. 3. 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.
PÓgina 122 - Down in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colors bright and fair!
PÓgina 50 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
PÓgina 59 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
PÓgina 20 - Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go.
PÓgina 62 - Not more than others I deserve, Yet God hath given me more ; For I have food while others starve, Or beg from door to door.
PÓgina 61 - HEN daily I kneel down to pray, As I am taught to do, God does not care for what I say, Unless I feel it too. Yet foolish thoughts my heart beguile; And when I pray or sing, I'm often thinking all the while About some other thing.
PÓgina 50 - And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last.