Instructions for Children, Or, A Token of Love for the Rising Generation

W. Nicholson and Sons, 1831 - 128 σελίδες
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Σελίδα 65 - And when he putteth forth his own sheep, he goeth before them, and the sheep follow him : for they know his voice. And a stranger will they not follow, but will flee from him: for they know not the voice of strangers.
Σελίδα 59 - Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Σελίδα 25 - ... loved them, and washed them from their sins in his own blood, and rejoicing in hope of the glory of God.
Σελίδα 8 - What man is he that desireth life, and loveth many days, that he may see good?
Σελίδα 58 - How sweet and awful is the place, With Christ within the doors, While everlasting love displays The choicest of her stores ! 2 While all our hearts, and all our songs, Join to admire the feast, Each of us cries with thankful tongue, " Lord, why was I a guest ?" 3 " Why was I made to hear Thy voice, And enter while there's room, When thousands make a wretched choice, And rather starve than come...
Σελίδα 16 - Jesus is a shepherd, the shepherd of souls ; and of him it is said, "he carries the lambs in his bosom, and gently leads those that are with young.
Σελίδα 45 - O may we ever hear thy voice In mercy to us speak ; And in our Priest will we rejoice, Thou great Melchisedec ! 3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme, While in this world we stay ; We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name, When all things else decay.
Σελίδα 16 - Walking through my field on a winter's morning, I met with a lamb, as I thought, dead ; but taking it up; I found it just alive ; the cruel mother had almost starved it to death. I put it into my bosom, and brought it to my...
Σελίδα 45 - HOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb ! We love to hear of thee ; No music like thy charming• name, Nor half so sweet can be.
Σελίδα 49 - COME, thou fount of ev'ry blessing ! Tune my heart to sing thy praise ; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.

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