When the friends we love the best Lie in their churchyard bed, We must not cry too bitterly Over the happy dead.
Cecil Frances AlexanderThe rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, God made them, high or lowly, And order'd their estate.
Cecil Frances AlexanderChristian children all must be Mild, obedient, good as He. . . . . For He is our childhood's pattern, Day by day like us He grew, He was little, weak, and helpless, Tears and smiles like us He knew; And He feeleth for our sadness, And He shareth in our gladness.
Cecil Frances AlexanderThere 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