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... ever , " still those lips repeat Their closing evening prayer ; " For ever , " floats in music sweet , High midst the angels there . C. SWAIN . THE HOUR OF PRAYER . CHILD , amidst the flowers 4 The Child and the Angels.
... ever , " still those lips repeat Their closing evening prayer ; " For ever , " floats in music sweet , High midst the angels there . C. SWAIN . THE HOUR OF PRAYER . CHILD , amidst the flowers 4 The Child and the Angels.
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... sweet mother , that better land ? Not there ; not there my child . Eye hath not seen it , my gentle boy , Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair , Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time ...
... sweet mother , that better land ? Not there ; not there my child . Eye hath not seen it , my gentle boy , Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair , Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time ...
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... sweet , Growing thus beneath my feet ? Surely He must loving be Who made such tender things as ye . Little children , would you know Who has made us live and grow , Who has given our pleasant smell , Who has kept us all so well , Who ...
... sweet , Growing thus beneath my feet ? Surely He must loving be Who made such tender things as ye . Little children , would you know Who has made us live and grow , Who has given our pleasant smell , Who has kept us all so well , Who ...
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... sweet , Far calling to the House of Prayer The humblest peasant's feet . From hill , and vale , and distant moor , Long as the chime is heard , Each cottage sends its tenants poor For God's enriching Word . 21 22 SABBATH CHIMES . Where ...
... sweet , Far calling to the House of Prayer The humblest peasant's feet . From hill , and vale , and distant moor , Long as the chime is heard , Each cottage sends its tenants poor For God's enriching Word . 21 22 SABBATH CHIMES . Where ...
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... Sweet were His words , and kind His look , When mothers round Him press'd ; Their infants in His arms He took , And on His bosom bless'd . Safe from the world's alluring harms , Beneath His watchful eye , Thus in the circle of His arms ...
... Sweet were His words , and kind His look , When mothers round Him press'd ; Their infants in His arms He took , And on His bosom bless'd . Safe from the world's alluring harms , Beneath His watchful eye , Thus in the circle of His arms ...
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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...