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Side 161 - Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? And one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.
Side 17 - But He whom now we trust in Shall then be seen and known, And they that know and see Him Shall have Him for their own.
Side 17 - And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng. The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene ; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen.
Side 130 - My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home in life's rough way, 0 teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done!
Side 109 - Permit them to approach," he cries, " Nor scorn their humble name ; For 'twas to bless such souls as these, The Lord of angels came." 3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, And yield them up to thee ; Joyful that we ourselves are thine, — Thine let our offspring be.
Side 65 - Where daisies opened to the sun, In a broad meadow, green and white, The lambs were racing eagerly — • We never saw a prettier sight. We saw upon the shady banks Long rows of golden flowers shine, And first mistook for buttercups The star-shaped yellow celandine.
Side 109 - And yield them up to thee ; Joyful that we ourselves are thine, — Thine let our offspring be. ~ 4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear ; Ye children, seek his face ; And fly with transport to receive The blessings of his grace.
Side 65 - And from the earth the plough turned up There came a sweet refreshing smell, Such as the lily of the vale Sends forth from many a woodland dell. We saw the yellow wall-flower wave Upon a mouldering castle wall, And then we watched the busy rooks Among the ancient elm trees tall.