Cecil Frances Alexander

“All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all. Each…

— Cecil Frances Alexander

He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell How great is God Almighty, Who has made all…

— Cecil Frances Alexander

Christian children all must be mild, obedient, good as He.

— Cecil Frances Alexander

Praise Him early, praise Him late, for our high and holy state; born, baptized, redeem'd forever, nought but sin our souls can…

— Cecil Frances Alexander

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

Christian children all must be Mild, obedient, good as He. . . . . For He is our childhood's pattern, Day by…

— Cecil Frances Alexander

All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.

— Cecil Frances Alexander

Do no sinful action, speak no angry word; ye belong to Jesus, children of the Lord.

— Cecil Frances Alexander

God hath his mysteries of grace, Ways that we cannot tell, He hides them deep, like the secret sleep Of him he…

— Cecil Frances Alexander

We are but little children weak Nor born in any high estate. . . . . There's not a child so small…

— Cecil Frances Alexander

How rarely boyhood loves to paint in glowing tints his future bright, a picture where no line is faint--whose very clouds are…

— Cecil Frances Alexander

We praise Thee, Lord, of all the earth, for love and joy, for light and mirth, for every charm of sense and…

— Cecil Frances Alexander

When the friends we love the best Lie in their churchyard bed, We must not cry too bitterly Over the happy dead.

— Cecil Frances Alexander

Souls in heathen darkness lying, where no light has broken through, souls that Jesus bought by dying, whom his soul in travail…

— Cecil Frances Alexander

There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us…

— Cecil Frances Alexander

Once in royal David's city Stood a lowly cattle shed, Where a Mother laid her Baby In a manger for His bed:…

— Cecil Frances Alexander

He guides us into pastures green, He leads to bowers of bliss, Our Father lives, the God unseen, and Christ our Shepherd…

— Cecil Frances Alexander