Hymns for little children, by the author of 'The lord of the forest'.

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الصفحة 10 - He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven, Saved by his precious blood.
الصفحة 20 - All who do the right : Holy children there shall stand In their robes of white ; For that Heaven, so bright and blest, Is our everlasting rest.
الصفحة 9 - For he is our childhood's pattern, day by day like us he grew, he was little, weak, and helpless, tears and smiles like us he knew; and he feeleth for our sadness, and he shareth in our gladness.
الصفحة 9 - And our eyes at last shall see Him, Through His own redeeming love, For that Child so dear and gentle Is our Lord in heaven above ; And He leads His children on To the place where He is gone.
الصفحة 19 - tis never-ending day. Every spring the sweet young flowers Open bright and gay, Till the chilly autumn hours Wither them away. There's a land we have not seen Where the trees are always green. Little birds sing songs of praise All the summer long, But in colder, shorter days They forget their song.
الصفحة 18 - WITHIN the churchyard side by side, Are many long low graves, And some have stones set over them, — On some the green grass waves. Full many a little Christian child, Woman and man, lies there ; And we pass by them every time When we go in to prayer.
الصفحة 9 - There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified Who died to save us all. We may not know, we cannot tell, What pains He had to bear, But we believe it was for us, He hung and suffered there.
الصفحة 20 - Little birds sing songs of praise, All the summer long ; But in colder shorter days, They forget their song. There's a place where angels sing, Ceaseless praises to their King.

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