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Page 16 - A certain man had two sons; and the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me. And he divided unto them his living.
Page 9 - But how my childhood runs to waste ! My sins, how great their sum ! Lord, give me pardon for the past, And strength for days to come. I lay my body down to sleep ; Let angels guard my head, And through the hours of darkness keep Their watch around my bed.
Page 16 - And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat : and no man gave unto him. And when he came to himself he said, How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare, and I perish...
Page 9 - MY God, who makes the sun to know His proper hour to rise; And, to give light to all below, Doth send him round the skies: When from the chambers of the east His morning race begins, He never tires, nor stops to rest, But round the world he shines.
Page 8 - Lead me forth in thy truth, and learn me : for thou art the God of my salvation ; in thee hath been my hope all the day long.
Page 18 - ... Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son." But the father said to his servants, "Bring quickly the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet; and bring the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and make merry; for this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.
Page 8 - Who is the King of glory : even the Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory. PSALM 25. Ad te, Domine, levavi. UNTO thee, O Lord, will I lift up my soul ; my God, I have put my trust in thee : O let me not be confounded, neither let mine enemies triumph over me.
Page 2 - CRADLE HYMN 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.

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