Declamations and Dialogues for the Sunday-SchoolH.A. Young & Company, 1871 - 251 sider |
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... heard , Uttered by a single breath ; But it dared to take in vain God's most high and holy name , So provoking wrath and death . Soon , the lips , once fresh and fair , Opened but to curse and swear . It was but one little blow ...
... heard , Uttered by a single breath ; But it dared to take in vain God's most high and holy name , So provoking wrath and death . Soon , the lips , once fresh and fair , Opened but to curse and swear . It was but one little blow ...
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... heard the Lord say , 999 ' This dear little boy stole an apple to - day . " " Then Willie turned round , and , as still as a mouse , Crept slowly and carefully into the house . In his own little chamber he knelt down to pray That the ...
... heard the Lord say , 999 ' This dear little boy stole an apple to - day . " " Then Willie turned round , and , as still as a mouse , Crept slowly and carefully into the house . In his own little chamber he knelt down to pray That the ...
Side 45
Joseph Henry Gilmore. Grief - wrung , we heard from lips we loved The moanings of distress , And vainly strove to stifle pain With helpless tenderness . We scarcely marked the three - years boy Who stood beside the bed , From whose wet ...
Joseph Henry Gilmore. Grief - wrung , we heard from lips we loved The moanings of distress , And vainly strove to stifle pain With helpless tenderness . We scarcely marked the three - years boy Who stood beside the bed , From whose wet ...
Side 46
... BOY ? ' " " Mayn't I be a boy ? " said our Mary , The tears in her great eyes blue ; " I'm only a wee little lassie There's nothing a woman can do . 66 ' Tis so : -- I heard Cousin John 46 POETICAL SELECTIONS . be a Boy,
... BOY ? ' " " Mayn't I be a boy ? " said our Mary , The tears in her great eyes blue ; " I'm only a wee little lassie There's nothing a woman can do . 66 ' Tis so : -- I heard Cousin John 46 POETICAL SELECTIONS . be a Boy,
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Joseph Henry Gilmore. 66 ' Tis so : -- I heard Cousin John say so He's home from a great college , too- He said so just now in the parlor ; • There's nothing a woman can do . " " My wee little lassie , my darling , " Said I , putting ...
Joseph Henry Gilmore. 66 ' Tis so : -- I heard Cousin John say so He's home from a great college , too- He said so just now in the parlor ; • There's nothing a woman can do . " " My wee little lassie , my darling , " Said I , putting ...
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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.