WednesdayAug 13, 2025
Quotes: 53419 Authors: 9969
When the friends we love the best Lie in their churchyard bed, We must not cry too bitterly Over the happy dead.
The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, God made them, high or lowly, And orderd their estate.
Once in royal Davids city Stood a lowly cattle shed, Where a Mother laid her Baby In a manger for His bed: Mary was that Mother mild Jesus Christ her little Child ... With the poor, and mean, and lowly, Lived on earth our Savior Holy.
We are but little children weak Nor born in any high estate. .... Theres not a child so small and weak But has his little cross to take, His little work of love and praise That he may do for Jesus sake.
Christian children all must be Mild, obedient, good as He.... . For He is our childhoods 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.
All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.
Jesus call us! O'er the tumult Of our life's wild restless sea.
There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all.
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