The Glasgow infant school magazine [ed. by D. Caughie]., Volumen2David Caughie 1861 |
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Página 266 - 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!
Página 73 - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower!
Página 265 - What brought them to that world above, That Heaven so bright and fair, Where all is peace and joy and love ? How came those children there, Singing, "Glory, glory, glory...
Página 196 - White in His blood most precious, Till not a spot remains. 2 I lay my wants on Jesus ; All fulness dwells in Him ; He heals all my diseases, He doth my soul redeem. I lay my griefs on Jesus, My burdens and my cares ; He from them all releases, He all my sorrows shares.
Página 99 - THE VIOLET. DOWN in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew ; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view.
Página 110 - LET dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 'tis their nature too. But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise ; Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes.
Página 140 - Loud let His praises ring — Praise, praise for aye ! 2 Come to this happy land, Come, come away ; Why will ye doubting stand — Why still delay ? Oh, we shall happy be, When, from sin and sorrow free, Lord, we shall live with Thee — Blest, blest for aye ! 3 Bright, in that happy land, Beams every eye ; Kept, by a Father's hand, Love cannot die.
Página 14 - All my nature is unholy, Pride and passion dwell within ; But the Lord was meek and lowly, And was never known to sin.
Página 133 - The tears started into her eyes. She looked earnestly at me, as though she ought to have a reason for such a cruel sacrifice. ' Well, my dear, do as you please : but you know I never told you to do anything which I did not think would be good for you.
Página iii - Whom shall he teach knowledge? and whom shall he make to understand doctrine ? them that are weaned from the milk, and drawn from the breasts.