The child's book of song and praise

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Page 37 - To you, in David's town this day, Is born of David's line The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord, And this shall be the sign : — The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Page 171 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Page 32 - Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Page 33 - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought ; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath ; His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went clown With twice four hundred men.
Page 113 - Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little maid replied: "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 47 - 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. The Lamb, while from her hand he thus his supper took, Seemed to feast with...
Page 22 - Loud let His praises ring — Praise, praise for aye. Come to this happy land, Come, come away ; Why will ye doubting stand — Why still delay! TT Oh we shall happy be, When, from sin and sorrow free. Lord, we shall live with Thee — Blest, blest for aye.
Page 76 - You are old, Father William,' the young man cried, ' And pleasures with youth pass away, And yet you lament not the days that are gone : Now tell me the reason, I pray ? '
Page 61 - THEBE is a bird who by his coat, And by the hoarseness of his note, Might be supposed a crow ; A great frequenter of the church, Where bishop-like he finds a perch, And dormitory too.
Page 223 - 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.

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