My Sunday companion, hymns and poems, selected and ed. by mrs. Hawtrey

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Страница 38 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Страница 177 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.
Страница 2 - 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.
Страница 106 - With milk and honey blest ; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, oh ! I know not What joys await us there ; What radiancy of glory, "What bliss beyond compare.
Страница 24 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
Страница 119 - One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach.
Страница 171 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Страница 49 - THERE is a happy land, Far, far away ! Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day. Oh, how they sweetly sing, Worthy is our Saviour King ; Loud let His praises ring Praise, praise for aye.
Страница 17 - I HEAR thee speak of the better land, Thou call'st its children a happy band ; Mother! oh, where is that radiant shore? Shall we not seek it, and weep no more? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs...
Страница 144 - Speak gently to the little child ; Its love be sure to gain. Teach it in accents soft and mild ; It may not long remain.

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