Believing children; or, Letters to little ones [by E. Rouse].

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Page 33 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand And there confess my sin.
Page 21 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Page 15 - 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...
Page 27 - 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.
Page 45 - 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.
Page 49 - Mong pastures green He'll lead His flock Where living streams appear; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear.
Page 48 - Now with triumphal palms they stand Before the throne on high, And serve the God they love, amidst The glories of the sky.
Page 35 - They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat. For the Lamb who is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.
Page 13 - To a -Saviour fly. When Samuel was young, He first knew the Lord, He basked in his smile And rejoiced in his word; So most of God's children Are early brought nigh: Oh, seek him in youth — To a Saviour fly. Do you ask me for pleasure? Then lean on his breast, For there the sin-laden And weary find rest. In the valley of death You will triumphing cry— " If this be called dying, 'Tis pleasant to die!
Page 40 - May this blest volume ever lie Close to my heart, and near my eye, Till life's last hour my soul engage, And be my chosen heritage.

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