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(Central Office, 59 Reade Street, New York) | (Central Office, 59 Reade Street, New York) | ||
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Mission Home, 187__ | Mission Home, 187__ | ||
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Mother, I see you with your nursery light leading your babies, all in white to their sweet rest-- Christ, the Good Shepherd, carries mine to night And that is best! | Mother, I see you with your nursery light leading your babies, all in white to their sweet rest-- Christ, the Good Shepherd, carries mine to night And that is best! | ||
I cannot help tears, when I see them twine their fingers in yours, and their bright curls On your warm breast; But the Savior's is purer than your or mine He can love best | I cannot help tears, when I see them twine their fingers in yours, and their bright curls On your warm breast; But the Savior's is purer than your or mine He can love best | ||
Latest revision as of 18:39, 24 October 2020
Stationery American Missionary Association, (Central Office, 59 Reade Street, New York) was formed in 1846 for Home and Foreign Missionary work. For the past eight years its labors have been principally bestowed upon the colored people of our Southern States Some idea of the extent of these labors may be inferred from the following statistics:--Expenditures for 1869, Money $368,000; Supplies $40,000; Missionaries 500; Mission Stations 167; Churches under its care 25; formed last year 14. It will also offer to the Chinese in our land such advantages as a wise Christian benevolence may prompt and the contributions of our friends warrant. Mission Home, 187__
Best-- Mother, I see you with your nursery light leading your babies, all in white to their sweet rest-- Christ, the Good Shepherd, carries mine to night And that is best!
I cannot help tears, when I see them twine their fingers in yours, and their bright curls On your warm breast; But the Savior's is purer than your or mine He can love best