Steps to the throne of grace, Prayers and hymns for little children

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Seite 20 - JESUS loves me ! this I know, For the Bible tells me so ; Little ones to him belong, They are weak, but He is strong. Yes, Jesus loves me, Yes, Jesus loves me, Yes, Jesus loves me, The Bible tells me so.
Seite 109 - All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.
Seite 60 - SAFELY through another week, God has brought us on our way ; — Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in his courts to-day : Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest.
Seite 84 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day. O may my soul on Thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close, Sleep, that may me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake. When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply ; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest.
Seite 84 - Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ills that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Seite 109 - The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, God made them, high or lowly, And ordered their estate.
Seite 108 - 3 For, should we fail proclaiming Our great Redeemer's praise, The stones, our silence shaming, Would their hosannas raise. But shall we only render The tribute of our words? No ! while our hearts are tender, They too shall be the Lord's.
Seite 112 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay ; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away.
Seite 122 - Not there ; not there, my child. Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy, Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair, Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, It is there ; it is there, my child.
Seite 116 - We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation, and care, From trials without and within : But what must it be to be there...

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