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Christian Lyrics: Chiefly Selected from Modern Authors
Lucy Fletcher Massey
No preview available - 2008
angels arms beautiful bless blest bright Christ the Lord Christian dark day by day Dear Father dewy divine doth earthly Elizabeth Fry eyes Father fear flowers folded forgiven friends gentle glory God's grace grow hand happy hast thou hath hear heard heareth to obey heart heaven heavenly Holy Seasons humble Hymns J. J. Gurney Jesus called Jesus Christ keep Kneel Let the little light lisp Listen little child little children little lamb little Mary little travellers look Miserere Domine morning Neath never night Norwich o'er path peace pleasant pray prayer precious precious blood rest Saviour seed Shepherd shine shower sing skies softly song sorrow Speak Spirit Strafford strife sunshine sweet tell tender tfje things Thomas Geldart Thou art Thou hast Thou speakest thought Thy gracious Thy little Thy servant heareth unto Verses for Holy wish thee words
Page 31 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Page 68 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother! that better land? Not there, not there, my child ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Page 45 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Page 38 - And thou wilt lean, as thou leanest now, With drooping limbs and aching brow, And wish the shadows would faster creep, And long to go to thy quiet sleep. Well were it then if thine aching brow Were as free from sin and shame as...
Page 68 - Not there, not there, my child." Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies, Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds, on their starry wrings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? " Not there, not there, my child...
Page 14 - I think, when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How He called little children as lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with them then.
Page 14 - I wish that His hands had been placed on my head, That His arms had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen His kind look when He said, " Let the little ones come unto me.
Page 52 - Fain I would be as Thou art ; Give me Thy obedient heart ; Thou art pitiful and kind, Let me have Thy loving mind. Meek and lowly may I be, Thou art all humility ; Let me to my betters bow, Subject to Thy parents Thou.
Page 30 - Mong the tribes of swarthy men ; Wheresoe'er a foot hath gone ; Wheresoe'er the sun hath shone On a league of peopled ground, Little children may be found ! Blessings on them ! they in me Move a kindly sympathy, With their wishes, hopes, and fears ; With their laughter and their tears ; With their wonder so intense, And their small experience...