Helps to Devout Living: Consisting of Selections from Biblical and Various Religious Writers of All Agesthe compiler, 1879 - 228 sider |
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... comforts and blessings with which thou hast supplied me ; and in par- ticular , that I am again risen up in health to see the light of another morning . I laid me down to sleep without my own care of myself , -yet no plague of darkness ...
... comforts and blessings with which thou hast supplied me ; and in par- ticular , that I am again risen up in health to see the light of another morning . I laid me down to sleep without my own care of myself , -yet no plague of darkness ...
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... comforting faith ; take part with the light in us , against the darkness ; give victory to the good in us over the evil , to faith over doubt , to life immortal over death . Give us to partake of the victory of the dying and the liv ...
... comforting faith ; take part with the light in us , against the darkness ; give victory to the good in us over the evil , to faith over doubt , to life immortal over death . Give us to partake of the victory of the dying and the liv ...
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... comfort . Therefore , also , we must confess ourselves chil- dren of God ; for by this name we deeply touch our God , since there is not a sweeter sound to the Father than the voice of the child .- [ Martin Luther . ] 66 CHRIST FORMED ...
... comfort . Therefore , also , we must confess ourselves chil- dren of God ; for by this name we deeply touch our God , since there is not a sweeter sound to the Father than the voice of the child .- [ Martin Luther . ] 66 CHRIST FORMED ...
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... comfort and our joy . Wearied of human misery and stupidity , worn out by watching and laboring in vain , desperate at failure , sick at heart at faithlessness and fraud , we can retire into the fresh , cool , silent chambers of our ...
... comfort and our joy . Wearied of human misery and stupidity , worn out by watching and laboring in vain , desperate at failure , sick at heart at faithlessness and fraud , we can retire into the fresh , cool , silent chambers of our ...
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... comfort , travel - sore and weak ? Of labor you shall find the sum . Will there be beds for me and all who seek ? Yes , beds for all who come . [ Christina G. Rossetti . ] Take it not grievously if some think ill of thee , and speak ...
... comfort , travel - sore and weak ? Of labor you shall find the sum . Will there be beds for me and all who seek ? Yes , beds for all who come . [ Christina G. Rossetti . ] Take it not grievously if some think ill of thee , and speak ...
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Side 179 - Praise him with the sound of the trumpet: praise him with the psaltery and harp. Praise him with the timbrel and dance : praise him with stringed instruments and organs. Praise him upon the loud cymbals: praise him upon the high sounding cymbals. Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord. Praise ye the Lord.
Side 59 - And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye ? Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye ; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye ? Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye ; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.
Side 88 - Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou : Our wills are ours, we know not how Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Side 182 - God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God ! God ! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice!
Side 164 - As for man, his days are as grass : as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone, and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Side 192 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic Isles — 'tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where he vital spreads there must be joy.
Side 93 - Love suffereth long, and is kind ; Love envieth not ; Love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, Doth not behave itself unseemly, Seeketh not her own, Is not easily provoked, Thinketh no evil ; Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
Side 179 - PRAISE ye the LORD. Praise ye the LORD from the heavens : praise him in the heights. Praise ye him, all his angels : praise ye him, all his hosts. Praise ye him, sun and moon : praise him, all ye stars of light.
Side 163 - Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Side 180 - Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.