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LL things bright and beautiful 3 The purple-headed mountain,
All creatures great and small,

The river running by,
All things wise and wonderful,

The sunset and the morning
The Lord God made them all.

That brightens up the sky, 2 Each little flower that opens,

4 The cold wind in the winter,
Each little bird that sings,

The pleasant summer sun,
He made their glowing colors,

The ripe fruits in the garden, -
He made their tiny wings.

He made them every one.
5 He gave us eyes to see them,

And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

Cecil F. Alexander, 1848

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THINK when I read that sweet story of old,

When Jesus was here among men,
How He called little children as lambs to His fold,

I should like to have been with them then.
2 I wish that His hands had been placed on my head,

That His arm had been thrown around me,
And that I might have seen His kind look when He said,

"Let the little ones come unto Me.''
3 Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go,

And ask for a share in His love;
And if I now earnestly seek Him below,

I shall see Him and hear Him above,
4 In that beautiful place He is gone to prepare

For all who are washed and forgiven;
And many dear children are gathering there,

For of such is the kingdom of heaven.
5 But thousands and thousands who wander and fall

Never heard of that heavenly home;
I should like them to know there is room for them all,

And that Jesus has bid them to come.
6 I long for the joy of that glorious time,

The sweetest and brightest and best,
When the dear little children of every clime
Shall crowd to His arms and be blest.

Jemima Luke, 1841

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1 SAVIOUR, like a shepherd lead us,

Much we need Thy tender care; In Thy pleasant pastures feed us, For our use Thy folds prepare.

Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, Thou hast bought us, Thine we are.

3 Thou hast promised to receive us,

Poor and sinful though we be;
Thou hast mercy to relieve us,
Grace to cleanse, and power to free:

Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,
Early let us turn to Thee.

2 We are Thine; do Thou befriend us,

Be the Guardian of our way; Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us, Seek us when we go astray.

Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, Hear the children when they pray!

4 Early let us seek Thy favor;

Early let us do Thy will;
Blessed Lord and only Saviour,
With Thy love our bosoms fill.

Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,
Thou hast loved us, love us still!

Anon., c. 1836

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