Songs for the Little Ones at HomeAmerican Tract Society, 1852 - 288 psl. |
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... Glad that he can know I try , Glad that children such as I , In our feeble ways , and small , Can serve Him who loves us all . BIRDSNEST . A little bird built a warm nest in. 22 22 SONGS FOR THE.
... Glad that he can know I try , Glad that children such as I , In our feeble ways , and small , Can serve Him who loves us all . BIRDSNEST . A little bird built a warm nest in. 22 22 SONGS FOR THE.
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... glad and delighted was she . And after a while , but how long I can't tell , The little ones crept , one by one , from the shell , And their mother was pleased , for she loved them all well . She spread her soft wings o'er them all the ...
... glad and delighted was she . And after a while , but how long I can't tell , The little ones crept , one by one , from the shell , And their mother was pleased , for she loved them all well . She spread her soft wings o'er them all the ...
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... glad To have her take my needles out , And make my work so bad ; But then if I would have her To see what she has done , I must be very gentle , While telling her the wrong . MORNING HYMN . The morning bright With rosy light Has LITTLE ...
... glad To have her take my needles out , And make my work so bad ; But then if I would have her To see what she has done , I must be very gentle , While telling her the wrong . MORNING HYMN . The morning bright With rosy light Has LITTLE ...
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... glad , For it is going to snow ; And her dear boy Will dance with joy , When he on his sled can go . " O mother , say , Will it snow to - day ? " Has frequently been his cry ; 66 I cannot tell , But I think it will , " Has been the ...
... glad , For it is going to snow ; And her dear boy Will dance with joy , When he on his sled can go . " O mother , say , Will it snow to - day ? " Has frequently been his cry ; 66 I cannot tell , But I think it will , " Has been the ...
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... glad you've come , Bringing smiles and kisses From your pleasant home . Come and sit beside me In this little chair ; I'll tell you pretty stories , My cousin , blithe and fair . A very pretty sight This morning I did see— Four little ...
... glad you've come , Bringing smiles and kisses From your pleasant home . Come and sit beside me In this little chair ; I'll tell you pretty stories , My cousin , blithe and fair . A very pretty sight This morning I did see— Four little ...
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AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY awake baby bells are ringing blessed bread bright brother busy bee Cherries are ripe chick-a-de-dee cold darling dear little dear mamma Dear Mary eyes Father fear flowers friends gentle give glad glory Good-morning good-night happy happy land Hastings head hear heard heart heaven holy Hushaby Jesus Johnny Bell keep kind kiss kite lambs light little birds little boy little child little children little darling little girl LITTLE PONY look Lord Mary merry mild moolly cow morning mother ne'er nest never nice night Nursery Songs o'er play pleasant poor praise pray prayer pretty thing rest Robert Reid robin Sabbath Sabbath-day Saviour sing sister sleep smile snow soft soon soul sweet sweetly Taylor tell thee There's things thou to-day tree walk warm watch wings young
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