Identifier: goldenstaircasep00chis2 (find matches)
Title: The golden staircase: poems and verses for children
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Chisholm, Louey, comp Spooner, M. Dibdin
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Publisher: New York, G.P. Putnam's Sons London, T.C. and E.C. Jack
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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they made: Soon a Babe from Heaven high was in the manger laid.Forth He came, maid Marys Son: He came to save us all. In the stable, ox and ass before their Maker fall.Sing high, sing low, sing to and fro, Go tell it out with speed,Cry out and shout all round about,That Christ is born indeed. Shepherds lay afield that night, to keep the silly sheep,Hosts of Angels in their sight came down from heavens high steep. Tidings ! Tidings ! unto you : to you a Child is born,Purer than the drops of dew, and brighter than themorn. Sing high, sing low, sing to and fro, Go tell it out with speed,Cry out and shout all round about,That Christ is born indeed. Onward then the Angels sped, the shepherds onward went, God was in His manger-bed, in worship low they bent.In the morning, see ye mind, my masters one and all,At the Altar Him to find who lay within the stall.Sing high, sing low, sing to and fro, Go tell it out with speed,Cry out and shout all round about, That Christ is born indeed. UNKNOWN.
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THE GOLDEN STAIRCASE 337 THE NEW-YEERES GIFT LET others looke for Pearle and Gold,Tissues, or Tabbies manifold:One onely lock of that sweet HayWhereon the blessed Babie lay,Or one poore Swadling-clout, shall beThe richest New-Yeeres Gift to me. ROBERT HERRICK. A LITTLE CHILDS HYMN THOU that once, on mothers knee,Wert a little one like me,When I wake or go to bed,Lay Thy hands about my head;Let me feel Thee very near,Jesus Christ, our Saviour dear. Be beside me in the light,Close by me through all the night;Make me gentle, kind, and true,Do what mother bids me do ;Help and cheer me when I fret,And forgive when I forget. Once wert Thou in cradle laid,Baby bright in manger-shade,With the oxen and the cows,And the lambs outside the house:Now Thou art above the sky;Canst Thou hear a baby cry ? Thou art nearer when we pray,Since Thou art so far away;Thou my little hymn wilt hear,Jesus Christ, our Saviour dear,Thou that once, on mothers knee,Wert a little one like me. FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE

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