Songs for the Little Ones at HomeAmerican Tract Society, 1852 - 288 sider |
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Side 50
... God I still will pray , " Take my wicked heart away " He from sin can make me free , For the Saviour died for me . O how happy , life to spend With the Saviour for my friend . THE COW . Thank you , pretty cow , that 50 SONGS FOR THE.
... God I still will pray , " Take my wicked heart away " He from sin can make me free , For the Saviour died for me . O how happy , life to spend With the Saviour for my friend . THE COW . Thank you , pretty cow , that 50 SONGS FOR THE.
Side 53
... happy , how happy This world seems to be ; Awake , little girl , And be happy with me . But just as she finished Her beautiful song , A thoughtless young man With a gun came along He killed and he carried My sweet bird away , And she no ...
... happy , how happy This world seems to be ; Awake , little girl , And be happy with me . But just as she finished Her beautiful song , A thoughtless young man With a gun came along He killed and he carried My sweet bird away , And she no ...
Side 65
... happy as they . SPRING . With March comes in the pleasant spring , When little birds begin to sing ; To build their nests , to hatch their brood , With tender care provide them food . SUMMER . And summer comes with verdant June ; The ...
... happy as they . SPRING . With March comes in the pleasant spring , When little birds begin to sing ; To build their nests , to hatch their brood , With tender care provide them food . SUMMER . And summer comes with verdant June ; The ...
Side 71
... happy little maid , Bid dear papa good - night ; And in my crib so warm am laid , And tucked up snug and tight . And then some pretty hymn Ann sings Until to sleep I go ; But the young helpless lambs , poor things , Have none to lull ...
... happy little maid , Bid dear papa good - night ; And in my crib so warm am laid , And tucked up snug and tight . And then some pretty hymn Ann sings Until to sleep I go ; But the young helpless lambs , poor things , Have none to lull ...
Side 72
... happy are the lambs , my love , How safe and calm they rest ; But you a Shepherd have above , Of all kind shepherds best . His lambs he gathers in his arms , And in his bosom bears ; How blest , how safe from all alarms , Each child his ...
... happy are the lambs , my love , How safe and calm they rest ; But you a Shepherd have above , Of all kind shepherds best . His lambs he gathers in his arms , And in his bosom bears ; How blest , how safe from all alarms , Each child his ...
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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.