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... Boy The Thunder - Storm Govern your Temper My Father at the Helm The Nightingale Harvest Hymn The Dying Mother Passing Away William Tell Retrospect The Three Sons • Primrose Gathering · 144 " OH , LET ME RING THE BELL . "
... Boy The Thunder - Storm Govern your Temper My Father at the Helm The Nightingale Harvest Hymn The Dying Mother Passing Away William Tell Retrospect The Three Sons • Primrose Gathering · 144 " OH , LET ME RING THE BELL . "
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... passing well its little hour , To thee its Maker shows . It does not toil nor spin for dress , Yet wears a robe of blue Of more than royal comeliness , Woven by hands that daily bless With sunbeam , rain , and dew . He says to thee ...
... passing well its little hour , To thee its Maker shows . It does not toil nor spin for dress , Yet wears a robe of blue Of more than royal comeliness , Woven by hands that daily bless With sunbeam , rain , and dew . He says to thee ...
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... passing of the stream , Yet with pure and stedfast eye Gazing upward to the sky . So when Christ's own Bride shall twine , In a wreath , her flowers divine ; Flowers , like priceless jewels , stored For the coming of her Lord , In that ...
... passing of the stream , Yet with pure and stedfast eye Gazing upward to the sky . So when Christ's own Bride shall twine , In a wreath , her flowers divine ; Flowers , like priceless jewels , stored For the coming of her Lord , In that ...
Side 71
... passing hours despond ; Nor the daily toil forgetting , Look too eagerly beyond . Do not look on life's long sorrow , See how small each moment's pain ; God will help thee for to - morrow , Every day begin again . Every hour that passes ...
... passing hours despond ; Nor the daily toil forgetting , Look too eagerly beyond . Do not look on life's long sorrow , See how small each moment's pain ; God will help thee for to - morrow , Every day begin again . Every hour that passes ...
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... little flight Of black clouds saileth near . Oh ! wondrous sight ! oh ! joyous hour ! Ye workmen passing by , Why stay ye not your boisterous mirth To gaze upon the sky ? 76 THE SANDAL TREE . Ye merry children playing near After Sunset.
... little flight Of black clouds saileth near . Oh ! wondrous sight ! oh ! joyous hour ! Ye workmen passing by , Why stay ye not your boisterous mirth To gaze upon the sky ? 76 THE SANDAL TREE . Ye merry children playing near After Sunset.
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66 FROM COTTAGE angels BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beautiful beneath bless blest bower breast breeze bright cheer chosen tree clouds COTTAGE BREAD cowslip cried dear doth dove dwell e'en earth English boy eyes fair Father William fear flower forget to pray Forget-me-not gentle God's GOLDEN RULE gone grace green grief happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly HEMANS holy hour Jesus kind lesson LET ME RING light little birds little child little children little lamb look Lord lowly mild mother neath never night NIGHT SONG o'er OLD STONE WALL pass'd play poor porringer praise prayer pretty river ROBERT K round Saviour shining sing sleep smiled snowdrops soft song Songs of praise sorrow Speak gently sunny sweet tears tender thee thine things thou thought Thy little to-day Twas violets voice watchful WILLIAM TELL wing words young youth
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Side 17 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Side 65 - I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, That his arm had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen his kind look, when he said, " Let the little ones come unto me.
Side 66 - The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, God made them high and lowly, And ordered their estate.
Side 19 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Side 66 - ALL things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.
Side 38 - LITTLE drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the pleasant land.
Side 9 - You are old, Father William, the young man cried, And pleasures with youth pass away, And yet you lament not the days that are gone, Now tell me the reason, I pray.
Side 56 - And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there.
Side 20 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win.' 'But what good came of it at last?' Quoth little Peterkin: — 'Why, that I cannot tell,' said he, 'But 'twas a famous victory.
Side 74 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...