. Illustrated songs and hymns for the little ones. And shall I hurt the meanest thingMy Father deigned to make, Who takes such tender care of meFor Christ, my Saviours sake? It does not look like loving Him To cause His creatures pain,Or thoughtlessly to take a life I cannot give again. NEATNESS. Dear Lord, give me a tender heart,From cruel thoughts set free; Then, if they come into my head,I will look up to Thee. f. p. NEATNESS. OW neatly all the seeds are laidWithin the ripening pod ; How carefully the cells are made ?-This is the work of God. The lining is not harsh and rough,But soft, or p
. Illustrated songs and hymns for the little ones. And shall I hurt the meanest thingMy Father deigned to make, Who takes such tender care of meFor Christ, my Saviours sake? It does not look like loving Him To cause His creatures pain,Or thoughtlessly to take a life I cannot give again. NEATNESS. Dear Lord, give me a tender heart,From cruel thoughts set free; Then, if they come into my head,I will look up to Thee. f. p. NEATNESS. OW neatly all the seeds are laidWithin the ripening pod ; How carefully the cells are made ?-This is the work of God. The lining is not harsh and rough,But soft, or polished well; Each little seed has room enough,Within its tiny cell. How carefully the sides are closedAgainst the winds and rain; For if the seeds were left exposed,They would not grow again. NEATNESS. Theres no disorder anywhereIn what my Father does ; He condescends to make with careThe smallest flower that grows.
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