Sunshine, conducted by W.M. Whittemore [and others].

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William Meynell Whittemore
1874
 

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Page 158 - Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment: All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest...
Page 119 - Why art thou cast down, 0 my soul ? and why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Page 125 - Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I will hearken unto you. And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.
Page 112 - A LITTLE bird I am, Shut from the fields of air ; And in my cage I sit, and sing To Him who placed me there ; Well pleased a prisoner to be, Because, my God, it pleases thee.
Page 143 - I have nourished and brought up children, and they have rebelled against me. The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib : but Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider.
Page 80 - If there is a bright one, be not envious of him ; for if one boy is proud of his talents, and another is envious of them, there are two great wrongs, and no more talents than before. If a larger or stronger boy has injured you, and is sorry for it, forgive him, and request the teacher not to punish him.
Page 112 - Nought have I else to do : I sing the whole day long ; And He whom most I love to please Doth listen to my song : He caught and bound my wandering wing ; But still He bends to hear me sing.
Page 95 - Verily, I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, shall in no wise enter therein.
Page 55 - It is the carpet, soft and deep, which, while it diffuses a look of ample comfort, deadens many a creaking sound. It is the curtain which, from many a beloved form, wards off at once the summer's glow and the winter's wind. It is the pillow on which sickness lays its head and forgets half its misery, and to which death comes in a balmier dream.
Page 112 - s at liberty ; My prison walls cannot control The flight, the freedom, of my soul. Oh! it is good to soar These bolts and bars above, To Him whose purpose I adore, — Whose providence I love ; And in Thy mighty will to find The joy, the freedom of the mind.

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