Melodies for ChildhoodThomas N. Stanford, 1857 - 260 páginas |
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... DEAD . OH ! LET ME RING THE BELL . ORPHAN , THE . OUR FATHER , WHO ART IN HEAVEN ORPHAN'S PRAYER . PARENTAL INFLUENCE . PRAYER PRAYER FOR GUIDANCE . PRAYER FOR OUR COUNTRY PRAYER SACRED MELODY . SONG OF PRAISE TO GOD SUNDAY SUNDAY ...
... DEAD . OH ! LET ME RING THE BELL . ORPHAN , THE . OUR FATHER , WHO ART IN HEAVEN ORPHAN'S PRAYER . PARENTAL INFLUENCE . PRAYER PRAYER FOR GUIDANCE . PRAYER FOR OUR COUNTRY PRAYER SACRED MELODY . SONG OF PRAISE TO GOD SUNDAY SUNDAY ...
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THE ORPHAN . 17 THE ORPHAN . My father and mother are dead , No friend nor relation I have ; And now the cold earth is their bed , And daisies grow over their grave . I cast my eyes into the tomb , The sight made me bitterly cry ; I ...
THE ORPHAN . 17 THE ORPHAN . My father and mother are dead , No friend nor relation I have ; And now the cold earth is their bed , And daisies grow over their grave . I cast my eyes into the tomb , The sight made me bitterly cry ; I ...
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... dead , Their whole of life is past ; But though we die , yet He has said , Our life shall always last . And we shall live with Him in heaven ; For He has sent His SON To die , that we may be forgiven The sins that we have done . He'll ...
... dead , Their whole of life is past ; But though we die , yet He has said , Our life shall always last . And we shall live with Him in heaven ; For He has sent His SON To die , that we may be forgiven The sins that we have done . He'll ...
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... dead , The meadows fresh no more ; The trees their leaves have shed , And summer days are o'er ; Where are the dear birds fled ? 1 MARY . They all have taken wing , Away from frost and snow ; ' T was thus we heard them sing : " Far ...
... dead , The meadows fresh no more ; The trees their leaves have shed , And summer days are o'er ; Where are the dear birds fled ? 1 MARY . They all have taken wing , Away from frost and snow ; ' T was thus we heard them sing : " Far ...
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... dead , Here are they living still . My father read this holy Book To brothers , sisters dear : How calm was my poor mother's look , Who loved God's Word to hear ! Her angel face - I see it yet ! What thronging memories come ! Again that ...
... dead , Here are they living still . My father read this holy Book To brothers , sisters dear : How calm was my poor mother's look , Who loved God's Word to hear ! Her angel face - I see it yet ! What thronging memories come ! Again that ...
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angels Art Thou BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beautiful bless Bob-o'-link bread breast breath bright bright eyes brother canst chee cheerful cherries are ripe Cheshire cheese chick-a-de-de Christian child cold dark darling dear earth eyes Father fear flowers gentle grace grass green hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven heaven's gate holy hour HYMN Jack Frost JANE TAYLOR JESUS kind Kitten kneel lambs light little bird little child little children little girl live look LORD love Lucy Mabel MARY HOWITT merry morning mother nest never night o'er PET LAMB play porringer praise pray prayer pretty rest Robert of Lincoln round SAVIOUR sharpen your teeth shining sing sleep smile snow song soon soul Squirrel stars summer sure sweet tear tell thank Thee Thine things thought to-day tree voice warm watch wind wings wish word young وو
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Página 111 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them. " And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer And eat my supper there. " The first that died was Sister Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away.
Página 57 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Página 186 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Página 26 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Página 147 - What ails thee, Young One ? what ? Why pull so at thy cord? Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and board ? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; Rest, little Young One, rest; what is't that aileth thee ? "What is it thou wouldst seek?
Página 178 - 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.
Página 184 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas...
Página 37 - I think when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then.
Página 145 - THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink ; I heard a voice ; it said, " Drink, pretty Creature, drink ! " And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied A snow-white mountain Lamb with a Maiden at its side. No other sheep were near, the Lamb was all alone, And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone ; With one knee on the grass did the little Maiden kneel, While to that mountain Lamb she gave its evening meal.
Página 168 - With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young faithful heart.