 | 1845 - 624 pages
...young flowers Open fresh and gay, Till the chilly autumn hours Wither them away. There's a land we have not seen, Where the trees are always green. " ' Little...angels sing Ceaseless praises to their King. " ' Christ the Lord is ever near Those who follow him ; But we cannot see him here, For our eyes are dim. There... | |
 | Christian life - 1862 - 346 pages
...flowers Open bright and gay. Till the chilly autumn hours Wither them away : There's a land we have not seen, Where the trees are always green. Little...; But we cannot see him here. For our eyes are dim : There's a bright and happy place Where men always see his face. Who shall go to that bright land... | |
 | Children's literature - 1856 - 1026 pages
...flowers Open bright and gay, Till the chilly Autumn hours Wither them away. ' There's a land we have not seen Where the trees are always green. Little birds sing songs of praise AH the Summer long, But in Winter's colder days They forget their song. There's a place where angels... | |
 | London missionary society - 1851 - 662 pages
...tlowers Open fresh and gay, Til! the chilly aotumn hours Wither them away. There 's aland we have nut seen, Where the trees are always green. Little birds sing songs of praise All the summer long; Bot in colder, shorter days, They forget their song. There 'sa place where angels sing Endless praises... | |
 | Cecil Frances Alexander - 1860 - 88 pages
...flowers Open bright and gay, Till the chilly autumn hours Wither them away. There's a land we have not seen, Where the trees are always green. Little...where Angels sing Ceaseless praises to their King. CHBIST our LOBD is ever near Those who follow Him, But we cannot see Him here, For our eyes are dim.... | |
 | Hymns - 1855 - 274 pages
...autumn" hours Wither them away. There's a land we have not seen, Where the trees are always green. 3 Little birds sing songs of praise All the summer long,...where angels sing Ceaseless praises to their King. 4 Christ our Lord is ever near Those who follow Him ; But we cannot see Him here, For our eyes are... | |
 | Charlotte Phillips - English poetry - 1855 - 188 pages
...flowers Open fresh and gay ; Till the chilly autumn hours Wither them away ; There's a land we have not seen, Where the trees are always green. Little...All the summer long ; But in colder, shorter days Who shall go to that fair land ? All who love the right; Holy children there shall stand In their robes... | |
 | Baptist missionary society - 1860 - 348 pages
...fresh and gay; Till the chilly autumn hours Wither them away : There 'aa land we have not seen, ^Vhere the trees are always green. ^:=^=^=^ Little birds...But in colder, shorter days, They forget their song : There 'sa place where angels sing Ceaseless praises to their King. Christ our Lord is ever near Those... | |
 | Longdight St. John evang, James Augustus Atkinson - 1861 - 194 pages
...flowers Open bright and gay, Till the chilly autumn hours "Wither them away. There's a land we have not seen, Where the trees are always green. Little...They forget their song. There's a place where Angels sirtg Ceaseless praises to their King. Christ our Lord is ever near Those who follow Him, But we cannot... | |
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Little birds sing songs of praise All the summer long; But in colder, shorter days They forget their song: There's a place where angels sing Ceaseless praises to their King. 
