Songs for the Little Ones at HomeAmerican Tract Society, 1852 - 288 sider |
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Side 40
... Jesus , near thy side . O make thy rest Within my breast , Great Spirit of all grace ; Make me like thee , Then I shall be Prepared to see thy face . THE GOLDEN RULE . To do to others as I would That they should do to me , Will make me ...
... Jesus , near thy side . O make thy rest Within my breast , Great Spirit of all grace ; Make me like thee , Then I shall be Prepared to see thy face . THE GOLDEN RULE . To do to others as I would That they should do to me , Will make me ...
Side 41
... Jesus Christ , our Lord . THE SILLY FLY . you little silly fly , There's a spider watching nigh ; You will soon be in his snare , Buzzing without heed or care . There , the little fly is caught By the spider , quick as thought ; Lo , he ...
... Jesus Christ , our Lord . THE SILLY FLY . you little silly fly , There's a spider watching nigh ; You will soon be in his snare , Buzzing without heed or care . There , the little fly is caught By the spider , quick as thought ; Lo , he ...
Side 148
... Jesus sees you ? He it is who made the day , Sunshine , birds , and flowers , to please you . O then thank him much , and pray To be grateful every day . Little child , when you ' re afraid , Do you know that Christ is by you ? Seek his ...
... Jesus sees you ? He it is who made the day , Sunshine , birds , and flowers , to please you . O then thank him much , and pray To be grateful every day . Little child , when you ' re afraid , Do you know that Christ is by you ? Seek his ...
Side 149
... Jesus knows it ? Yes ; and O , it makes him glad When you're sorry , and disclose it . O then tell him quick , and pray To grow better every day . DIRTY HANDS . O dear me , Emma , how is this ? Your hands are very dirty , miss ; I don't ...
... Jesus knows it ? Yes ; and O , it makes him glad When you're sorry , and disclose it . O then tell him quick , and pray To grow better every day . DIRTY HANDS . O dear me , Emma , how is this ? Your hands are very dirty , miss ; I don't ...
Side 170
... Jesus will receive us Within his precious fold , And when he'll please to give us Some pretty wings of gold , Then soon we will be flying Up to that blessed place , Where there is no more crying , So near his smiling face . Hastings ...
... Jesus will receive us Within his precious fold , And when he'll please to give us Some pretty wings of gold , Then soon we will be flying Up to that blessed place , Where there is no more crying , So near his smiling face . Hastings ...
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AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY awake baby blessed Book of Poetry bread bright brother busy bee chick-a-de-dee Child's Book cold darling dear little dear mother Dolly door eyes Father fear flowers friends gentle give glad glory Good-morning happy Hastings head hear heart heathen heaven holy Hushaby Jesus Johnny Bell kind kiss kite lark let me love light little birds little boy little child little children little darling little girl little lamb little maid LITTLE PONY live look Lord mamma Mary merry mild moolly cow morning naughty nest never nice night Nursery Songs o'er play pleasant praise prayer pretty rest Robert Reid round Saviour shines sing sleep smile snow soft soon soul sweet sweetly Taylor teach tell temper thank thee There's things thou to-day tree warm watch wings young
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Side 58 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Side 120 - MARY had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow ; And everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go. He followed her to school one day — That was against the rule ; It made the children laugh and play To see a lamb at school.
Side 167 - WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER? 1. WHAT is that, mother ? — The lark, my child. The morn has but just looked out and smiled, When he starts from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. 2. What is that, mother ? — The dove, my son.
Side 218 - Anouiro the throne of God in heaven, Thousands of children stand ; Children whose sins are all forgiven, A holy, happy band. Singing glory, glory, Glory be to God on high.
Side 143 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Side 110 - How skilfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads the wax ! 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.
Side 141 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Side 197 - And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye . Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright and tiny spark Lights the traveller in the dark, Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Side 140 - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Side 219 - What brought them to that world above, That heaven so bright and fair, Where all is peace, and joy, and love ? How came those children there ? Singing glory, glory, glory.