Watson's ... book of reading. [Another], Book 4

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Page 97 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Page 52 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Page 54 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Page 143 - And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.
Page 54 - The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Page 28 - When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the traveller in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark : He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so.
Page 88 - THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink ; I heard a voice ; it said, " Drink, pretty Creature, drink ! " And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied A snow-white mountain Lamb with a Maiden at its side. No other sheep were near, the Lamb was all alone, And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone ; With one knee on the grass did the little Maiden kneel, While to that mountain Lamb she gave its evening meal.
Page 53 - GLORY to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings, Beneath thine own Almighty wings.
Page 19 - GENTLE Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child, Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee.
Page 88 - He took thee in his arms, and in pity brought thee home: A blessed day for thee ! then whither wouldst thou roam ? A faithful nurse thou hast ; the dam that did thee yean Upon the mountain-tops no kinder could have been.

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