Divine and moral songs, attempted in easy language, for the use of childrenOliver & Boyd Tweeddale Court, 1829 - 48 pages |
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... he's still in earnest that's hurt : How rude are the boys that throw pebbles and mire ! There's none but a madman will fling about fire , And tell you , " Tis all but in sport . " SONG III . THE ROSE . How fair is the 56 A SLIGHT SPECIMEN.
... he's still in earnest that's hurt : How rude are the boys that throw pebbles and mire ! There's none but a madman will fling about fire , And tell you , " Tis all but in sport . " SONG III . THE ROSE . How fair is the 56 A SLIGHT SPECIMEN.
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Isaac Watts. SONG III . THE ROSE . How fair is the rose ! what a beautiful flow'r ! 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 ...
Isaac Watts. SONG III . THE ROSE . How fair is the rose ! what a beautiful flow'r ! 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 ...
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... rose when I'm dead . SONG IV . THE THIEF . WHY should I deprive my neighbour Of his goods against his will ? Hands were made for honest labour , Not to plunder or to steal . ' Tis a foolish self - deceiving , By such tricks to hope for ...
... rose when I'm dead . SONG IV . THE THIEF . WHY should I deprive my neighbour Of his goods against his will ? Hands were made for honest labour , Not to plunder or to steal . ' Tis a foolish self - deceiving , By such tricks to hope for ...
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... rose in a mist when his race he begun , And there follow'd some droppings of rain ! But now the fair traveller comes to the west , His rays are all gold , and his beauties are best ; He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his rest , And ...
... rose in a mist when his race he begun , And there follow'd some droppings of rain ! But now the fair traveller comes to the west , His rays are all gold , and his beauties are best ; He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his rest , And ...
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air I breathe Almighty babe Behold betimes bless your store blest blood breath CALLING ILL NAMES child Christ COMMON METRE creatures curse danger dare darkness reigns days are dwindled death delight DIVINE SONGS door dreadful dwell e'er earth ev'ry eyes Father Father's law fear flow'r giv'n give glorious glory grace grow harden'd hear heart heav'n will bless heav'nly holy word hope HOSANNA hour Jews King let me love limbs have borne Lord lose my breath mock MORAL SONGS morning ne'er never obey offer'd pardon parents honour due play poor pow'r profane read and pray reigns rise shines sing his praise sins SLIGHT SPECIMEN sluggard SONG II SONG VII soul SPECIMEN OF MORAL sweet taught tell TEN COMMANDMENTS thee There's thou thy law thy name thy word tongue Twill universal song wanton song watch my lips wicked wretch Young sinners youth
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Page 64 - Hush! my dear, lie still, and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment, * All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the son of God could be, When from Heaven He descended, And became a child like thee. Soft and easy is thy cradle; Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay: When His birthplace was a stable, And His softest...
Page 32 - tis a shameful sight, When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.
Page 66 - PITY the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door. Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span, Oh ! give relief and heaven will bless your store.
Page 25 - Twill save us from a thousand snares To mind religion young; Grace will preserve our following years, And make our virtue strong.
Page 36 - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower!
Page 14 - WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see ! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me ? 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.
Page 63 - Just such is the Christian ; his course he begins, Like the sun in a mist, when he mourns for his sins, And melts into tears ; then he breaks out and shines, And travels his heavenly way : But when he comes nearer to finish his race, Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in grace, And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days, Of rising in brighter array.
Page 63 - HUSH ! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide ; All without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied.
Page 36 - In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
Page 11 - I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food ; He formed the creatures with His word, And then pronounced them good.