Mit mondanak mások - Írjon ismertetőt
Nem találtunk ismertetőket a szokott helyeken.
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
American appearance arms asked beauty bishop blood British building called Canada Canadian Christ Christian Church College Conference cross dark death early England English eyes faith father feel feet fire friends give given ground hand head heart heaven holy hope hour hundred Indian interest Island Italy Jesus John labours land leave light living look Lord meet memory Methodism Methodist miles mind ministers missionary mountains nature never night noble once passed persons prayer preacher present reach received river says scene seemed seen side society soon soul spirit stand streets success thee things thou thought thousand tion town turn whole young
240. oldal - And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne.
530. oldal - Thou art, of what sort the eternal life of the saints was to be, which eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, nor hath it entered into the heart of man to conceive.
128. oldal - Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.
240. oldal - Now when Solomon had made an end of praying, the fire came down from heaven, and consumed the burnt offering and the sacrifices; and the glory of the Lord filled the house.
96. oldal - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
142. oldal - Than those of age•, thy forehead wrapped in clouds, A leafless branch thy sceptre, and thy throne A sliding car, indebted to no wheels, But urged by storms along its slippery way, I love thee, all unlovely as thou seem'st, And dreaded as thou art...
53. oldal - Work, work, work ! My labor never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread, and rags ; That shattered roof, and this naked floor, A table, a broken chair, And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there.
44. oldal - On Christmas eve the bells were rung, On Christmas eve the mass was sung: * That only night in all the year Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.