The Book of Praise for Children

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Congregational Union of England and Wales, 1883 - 279 páginas
 

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Página 158 - Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near ; Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
Página 52 - SONGS of praise the angels sang, Heaven with Hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, When He spake and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn When the Prince of Peace was born ; Songs of praise arose when He Captive led captivity. 3 Heaven and earth must pass away ; Songs of praise shall crown that day ; God will make new heaven and earth ; Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
Página 45 - ONE there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend ; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end.
Página 251 - For the cause that lacks assistance, For the wrong that needs resistance, For the future in the distance And the good that I can do.
Página 74 - 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.
Página 211 - JESUS shall reign, where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Página 146 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Página 90 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Página 96 - I heard the voice of Jesus say, " I am this dark world's Light ; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright." I looked to Jesus, and I found In Him my Star, my Sun ; And in that Light of life I'll walk Till travelling days are done ! H.
Página 205 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile? In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.

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