Songs for the Little Ones at HomeAmerican Tract Society, 1852 - 288 sider |
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Side 87
... seek his smiling face , And find in heaven a dwelling - place . Hastings ' " Nursery Songs . " THE TUMBLE . Tumble down , tumble up , never mind it , my sweet : No , no ; never beat the poor floor ; ' Twas your fault that you could not ...
... seek his smiling face , And find in heaven a dwelling - place . Hastings ' " Nursery Songs . " THE TUMBLE . Tumble down , tumble up , never mind it , my sweet : No , no ; never beat the poor floor ; ' Twas your fault that you could not ...
Side 110
... o'er With rich and golden fruit . Then like this good and noble youth , Whose virtues ever shone , I'll seek the paths of love and truth , And all my faults will own . THE WORKS OF GOD . God made the sky that 110 SONGS FOR THE.
... o'er With rich and golden fruit . Then like this good and noble youth , Whose virtues ever shone , I'll seek the paths of love and truth , And all my faults will own . THE WORKS OF GOD . God made the sky that 110 SONGS FOR THE.
Side 113
... birds at morning dawn , Clothed in warm coats of feather , Conclude that they away will roam , To seek for milder weather . The robin gives his last sweet strain , His mate 10 * LITTLE ONES AT HOME . 113 No, no, my child; in summer mild...
... birds at morning dawn , Clothed in warm coats of feather , Conclude that they away will roam , To seek for milder weather . The robin gives his last sweet strain , His mate 10 * LITTLE ONES AT HOME . 113 No, no, my child; in summer mild...
Side 115
... seek to take their life , Which you can never give . Don't kill the birds - the pretty birds That play among the trees ; " T would make the earth a cheerless place To see no more of these . The little birds - how fond they play ; Do.
... seek to take their life , Which you can never give . Don't kill the birds - the pretty birds That play among the trees ; " T would make the earth a cheerless place To see no more of these . The little birds - how fond they play ; Do.
Side 118
... seek The God that Samuel heard . In almost every page I see , The God of Samuel calls to me . THE POOR FAMILY . I saw an old cottage of clay , And only of mud was the floor , ' T was all falling into decay , And snow drifted in at the ...
... seek The God that Samuel heard . In almost every page I see , The God of Samuel calls to me . THE POOR FAMILY . I saw an old cottage of clay , And only of mud was the floor , ' T was all falling into decay , And snow drifted in at the ...
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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.