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

- Cecil Frances Alexander

Christian 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…

- 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 all.

- 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

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…

- Cecil Frances Alexander

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

- 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: Mary was that Mother mild Jesus Christ he…

- 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 things well.

- 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