Declamations and Dialogues for the Sunday-SchoolH.A. Young & Company, 1871 - 251 sider |
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Side 14
... eyes do To please the King of heaven ? The little eyes can upward look , Can learn to read God's holy book ; - Such grace to mine be given . Oh , what can little hearts do To please the King of heaven ? The hearts , if God his Spirit ...
... eyes do To please the King of heaven ? The little eyes can upward look , Can learn to read God's holy book ; - Such grace to mine be given . Oh , what can little hearts do To please the King of heaven ? The hearts , if God his Spirit ...
Side 15
... thine , And heavenward , with a glad heart , turn These earth - bound eyes of mine ; Perfected praise indeed is given , By babes below , to God in heaven . ANON . A CHILD'S PRAYER . Lord , teach a little child POETICAL SELECTIONS . 15.
... thine , And heavenward , with a glad heart , turn These earth - bound eyes of mine ; Perfected praise indeed is given , By babes below , to God in heaven . ANON . A CHILD'S PRAYER . Lord , teach a little child POETICAL SELECTIONS . 15.
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... eyes to see ; And touch and hearing , taste and smell , He gives them all to me . And , better still , he gives his word , Which tells how God's dear son Gathered the children in his arms And loves them - every one . What can a little ...
... eyes to see ; And touch and hearing , taste and smell , He gives them all to me . And , better still , he gives his word , Which tells how God's dear son Gathered the children in his arms And loves them - every one . What can a little ...
Side 21
... eyes ; Her fingers ' earnest claspings , Her eager , plaintive cries . Yet many a holy lesson Our baby teaches me ; How dear the little teacher ! How sweet her lessons be ! She tells me what is prayer : Not words , or sounding speech ...
... eyes ; Her fingers ' earnest claspings , Her eager , plaintive cries . Yet many a holy lesson Our baby teaches me ; How dear the little teacher ! How sweet her lessons be ! She tells me what is prayer : Not words , or sounding speech ...
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... - ing , papa . O give me one kiss for good morning , mamma : Only just look at my pretty canary , Chirping his sweet good morning to Mary . The sun is peeping straight into my eyes , — 24 POETICAL SELECTIONS . Good Morning,
... - ing , papa . O give me one kiss for good morning , mamma : Only just look at my pretty canary , Chirping his sweet good morning to Mary . The sun is peeping straight into my eyes , — 24 POETICAL SELECTIONS . Good Morning,
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angels ANON banner beautiful better Bible bird bless brother burgomaster Charley Christ church dark darling Deacon dear little dear pastor Dick earth eyes father feel flowers folks girls give glad God's golden hand happy hear heard heart heaven JANE TAYLOR Jesus Jesus of Nazareth John keep kiss kite lassie light Lillie Little Boy little child little children little lamb little sparrow little thing Lizzie look Lord Mary MARY HOWITT mas Day Moab morning mother never night o'er old roan Ophie pray prayer preach Sarah Saviour shine sing sister skating Skinflint sleep smile softly song speak steal Sunday Sunday-School suppose Supt sure sweet talk teach teacher teetotaler tell thee there's thou thought tintypes to-day Tom Jones Total Abstinence Uncle watch What's William Willie wonder words young
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Side 119 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
Side 42 - THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God Himself is found.
Side 78 - Again I looked at the snowfall, And thought of the leaden sky That arched o'er our first great sorrow, When that mound was heaped so high.
Side 120 - s one with ringlets of sunny gold, And eyes, the reflection of heaven's own blue ; He crossed in the twilight, gray and cold, And the pale mist hid him from mortal view. We saw not the angels who met him there ; The gates of the city we could not see ; Over the river, over the river, My brother stands waiting to welcome me...
Side iii - Lo! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod;' Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Side 115 - It went up from the Holy's lips amid his lost creation, That, of the lost, no son should use those words of desolation...
Side 19 - The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree; It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the tops of the hills.
Side 48 - Tis a fearful thing in winter To be shattered by the blast, And to hear the rattling trumpet Thunder, "Cut away the mast!" So we shuddered there in silence, — For the stoutest held his breath, While the hungry sea was roaring And the breakers talked with death. As thus we sat in darkness, Each one busy with his prayers, "We are lost!
Side 44 - Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace Upspringing day and night : — Springing in valleys green and low. And on the mountains high, And in the silent wilderness Where no man...
Side 118 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.