My Little Hymn BookT.R. Marvin, 1850 - Всего страниц: 144 |
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... not , in my play , Steal the birds away , To grieve their mother's breast . My mother , I know , Would sorrow so , Should I be stolen away ; So I'll speak to the birds In my softest words. 16 MY LITTLE HYMN BOOK . Bird's Nest,
... not , in my play , Steal the birds away , To grieve their mother's breast . My mother , I know , Would sorrow so , Should I be stolen away ; So I'll speak to the birds In my softest words. 16 MY LITTLE HYMN BOOK . Bird's Nest,
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... breast , I'll give you some crumbs , With me you may rest . To stay you are welcome , This cold winter through , Oh stay until summer , My sweet robin , do . And then you may wander , My little red breast , And fly to the orchard ...
... breast , I'll give you some crumbs , With me you may rest . To stay you are welcome , This cold winter through , Oh stay until summer , My sweet robin , do . And then you may wander , My little red breast , And fly to the orchard ...
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... Laugh that fond faith to scorn , And bid him cast the pledge aside , That he from youth had borne , She bade him pause , and ask his breast If he or she had loved him best . THE PIGEON . Coo ! coo ! pretty pigeon , 94 MY LITTLE HYMN BOOK .
... Laugh that fond faith to scorn , And bid him cast the pledge aside , That he from youth had borne , She bade him pause , and ask his breast If he or she had loved him best . THE PIGEON . Coo ! coo ! pretty pigeon , 94 MY LITTLE HYMN BOOK .
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... breast , And then his little wings he shook , As if within his nest . I hope he will be happy here ; I'll give him worms and bread , He will not shed a single tear , Nor droop 100 MY LITTLE HYMN BOOK . The Young Bird,
... breast , And then his little wings he shook , As if within his nest . I hope he will be happy here ; I'll give him worms and bread , He will not shed a single tear , Nor droop 100 MY LITTLE HYMN BOOK . The Young Bird,
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... and seas , and skies . MY MOTHER . Who fed me from her gentle breast , And hushed me in her arms to rest , And on my cheek sweet kisses pressed ? My mother . When sleep forsook my open eye , Who was it MY LITTLE HYMN BOOK . 109.
... and seas , and skies . MY MOTHER . Who fed me from her gentle breast , And hushed me in her arms to rest , And on my cheek sweet kisses pressed ? My mother . When sleep forsook my open eye , Who was it MY LITTLE HYMN BOOK . 109.
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Art thou beautiful Behold BIBLE BIRD'S NEST blessings breast bright busy bee butterfly buy my roses condescend daisies dear mamma delight earth Ellen fear flower gentle give green happy head hear heard heart heaven holy HOLY BIBLE humble idle Jesus loves kind kiss lamb lily little bird little child little children little girl Little maiden little Mary little worm live look Lord loves a little meek mild mind morning naughty never night NOSEGAY o'er pain play Playmates pleasant poor posies praise pray buy prayer pretty pretty thing rest Sabbath SABBATH SCHOOL Saviour shed shines sing sister sleep song songs of praise soul spring stars taught teach tears tease my mother tell thank thee thing thought to-day told a lie tree Twas Twinkle violets watched Whene'er wings
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Стр. 60 - All praise to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own almighty wings. 2. Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3. Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Стр. 96 - TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Стр. 122 - Down in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colors bright and fair!
Стр. 50 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
Стр. 59 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Стр. 20 - Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go.
Стр. 62 - Not more than others I deserve, Yet God hath given me more ; For I have food while others starve, Or beg from door to door.
Стр. 61 - HEN daily I kneel down to pray, As I am taught to do, God does not care for what I say, Unless I feel it too. Yet foolish thoughts my heart beguile; And when I pray or sing, I'm often thinking all the while About some other thing.
Стр. 50 - And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Стр. 51 - For love and kindness please him more Than if we gave him all our store ; And children here, who dwell in love, Are like his happy ones above.