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A. W. Bennett ALICE'S BIRTH-DAY HYMN BABY BROTHER Band of Hope beautiful beneath Bible BIRD'S NEST birds Bishopsgate blessing Bob-a-link British Workman BUTTERCUPS CHILD WITH FLOWERS CHILDREN'S FRIEND Christ circulation Cowslip DEEDS OF KINDNESS eggs I laid Father FEEDING THE POULTRY friends gentle give gout Hand-Bills happy hear heart heartily wish heaven Holy HOLY BIBLE Hope Review Illustrated INTEMPERANCE Jesus KINDNESS TO GOD'S labour LITTLE ALICE'S BIRTH-DAY little child little children little lamb LITTLE TODDLES London look morning never nice nest numbers OLD JACK Packets Partridge Paternoster Row peace poor post free postage praise PRAYER pretty Robin Redbreast round Saviour's sheep sing sleep soft song sparkling stole five eggs STOLE THE BIRD'S Suffer the little summer's SUNDAY-SCHOOL HYMN sweet tender thank Thee There's things Thou tiny To-whee To-whit tree TRY COMPANY Tweedie watch wish you success young
Página 108 - May'st thou live to know and fear Him, Trust and love Him all thy days ; Then go dwell for ever near Him, See His face, and sing His praise...
Página 46 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try, Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters heaven with prayer. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry,
Página 40 - Bow-wow! I wouldn't be so mean, anyhow! I gave hairs the nest to make, But the nest I did not take. Not I,
Página 25 - THE ROSE. How fair is the Rose ! what a beautiful flower ! The glory of April and May : But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, And they wither and die in a day. Yet the Rose has one powerful virtue to boast, Above all the flowers of the field ! When its leaves are all dead and fine...
Página 11 - SUPPOSE the little Cowslip Should hang its golden cup, And say, " I'm such a tiny flower I'd better not grow up...
Página 37 - Will you listen to me? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?" "Not I," said the cow, "Moo-oo! Such a thing I'd never do. I gave you a wisp of hay, But didn't take your nest away. Not I," said the cow, "Moo-ool Such a thing I'd never do.
Página 117 - I'm sure I could not count them all, They are so very bright and small. The sun is brighter still than they : He blazes in the skies ; I dare not turn my face that way, Unless I shut my eyes : Yet when he shines our hearts revive, And all the trees rejoice and thrive. God made and keeps them every one, By his great power and might : He is more glorious than the sun, And all the stars of light : But when we end our mortal race, The pure in heart shall see his face.
Página 108 - Soothed and hushed the holy child. Lo, He slumbers in his manger, Where the horned oxen fed; Peace, my darling, here's no danger, Here's no ox a-near thy bed.