We are but little children weak Nor born in any high estate. . . . . There's not a child so small and weak But has his little cross to take, His little work of love and praise That he… — 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 light. And girlhood hails a world unknown and reads it in her own glad dreams, as… — 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… — Cecil Frances Alexander Copy Share Image
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
