Morning and Evening Meditations: For Every Day in a Month

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Wm. Crosby and H.P. Nichols, 1847 - Всего страниц: 295
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Стр. 17 - And he said, Take now thy son, thine only son Isaac, whom thou lovest, and get thee into the land of Moriah ; and offer him there for a burnt offering upon one of the mountains which I will tell thee of.
Стр. 61 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Стр. 149 - Give to the winds thy fears; Hope, and be undismayed ; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way ; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.
Стр. 211 - AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on : A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2...
Стр. 179 - GO to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power, Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with him one bitter hour ; Turn not from his griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
Стр. 28 - One family we dwell in him, One church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream, of death.
Стр. 198 - ... the lonely garden's shade On that dread agony : The Lord of all above, beneath, Was bow'd with sorrow unto death ! The sun set in a fearful hour, The stars might well grow dim, When this mortality had power So to o'ershadow him ! That He who gave man's breath might know The very depths of human woe.
Стр. 239 - ACCORDING to thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, — I will remember thee. 2 Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be ; Thy testamental cup I take, And thus remember thee. 3...
Стр. 86 - Lord ! it is not life to live, If thy presence Thou deny, Lord ! if Thou thy presence give, 'Tis no longer death — to die. Source and Giver of repose, Singly from thy smile it flows, Peace and happiness are thine, Mine they are, if Thou art mine.
Стр. 231 - And truly the Son of man goeth, as it was determined: but woe unto that man by whom he is betrayed!

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