There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all. — Cecil Frances Alexander Copy Share Image
Once in royal David's city Stood a lowly cattle shed, Where a Mother laid her Baby In a manger for His bed: Mary was that Mother mild Jesus Christ her little Child . . . With the poor, and mean,… — Cecil Frances Alexander Copy Share Image
“All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colours, He made their tiny wings. The purple headed mountain, The river running by, The sunset, and the morning, That brightens up the sky. The… — Cecil Frances Alexander Copy Share
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 Frances Alexander Copy Share Image
Christian children all must be mild, obedient, good as He. — Cecil Frances Alexander Copy Share Image
Praise Him early, praise Him late, for our high and holy state; born, baptized, redeem'd forever, nought but sin our souls can sever from… — Cecil Frances Alexander Copy Share Image
The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, God made them, high or lowly, And order'd their estate. — Cecil Frances Alexander Copy Share Image
Christian children all must be Mild, obedient, good as He. . . . . For He is our childhood's pattern, Day by day like… — Cecil Frances Alexander Copy Share Image
All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all. — Cecil Frances Alexander Copy Share Image
Do no sinful action, speak no angry word; ye belong to Jesus, children of the Lord. — Cecil Frances Alexander Copy Share Image
God hath his mysteries of grace, Ways that we cannot tell, He hides them deep, like the secret sleep Of him he loved so… — Cecil Frances Alexander Copy Share Image
We are but little children weak Nor born in any high estate. . . . . There's not a child so small and weak… — Cecil Frances Alexander Copy Share Image
How rarely boyhood loves to paint in glowing tints his future bright, a picture where no line is faint--whose very clouds are touch'd with… — Cecil Frances Alexander Copy Share Image
We praise Thee, Lord, of all the earth, for love and joy, for light and mirth, for every charm of sense and right, and… — Cecil Frances Alexander Copy Share Image
