Cecil Frances Alexander

(Early April 1818 – 12 October 1895 / Dublin)

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  • Mabel Baker (10/21/2019 8:09:00 AM)

    I would like a copy of the whole Burial of Moses poem.

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  • Gayatri paikaray (9/6/2018 1:17:00 PM)

    I love this poem

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  • Kamal (7/5/2018 10:09:00 PM)

    Nice poem

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  • Mia Moore (4/8/2018 7:52:00 AM)

    I ❤️ this poem. We sang it at my school, Brooklyn Park Middle School.

    I ❤️❤️ IT

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  • Isabella Velazco Isabella Velazco (9/18/2013 3:52:00 PM)

    can i make a poem here and if someone nows how to can they tell me how to make a poem

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  • Rhenesmeeh Chanericah Collins Smith (11/5/2012 4:07:00 AM)

    Hey can I make a poem here?

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Best Poem of Cecil Frances Alexander

There Is A Green Hill

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

We may not know, we cannot tell
What pains he had to bear,
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffer’d there.

He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Sav’d by his precious blood.

There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.

O dearly, dearly has he ...

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The Fieldmouse

Where the acorn tumbles down,
Where the ash tree sheds its berry,
With your fur so soft and brown,
With your eye so round and merry,
Scarcely moving the long grass,
Fieldmouse, I can see you pass.
Little thing, in what dark den,
Lie you all the winter sleeping?
Till warm weather comes again,