Bibliotheca Sacra and Theological Review, 24. kötet

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Allen, Morrill, and Wardwell, 1867
 

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341. oldal - The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring ! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave, where is thy victory ? O death, where is thy sting...
349. oldal - Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes ; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O LORD, abide with me.
321. oldal - When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day ? When...
184. oldal - ... forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation received by tradition from your fathers ; but with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot : who verily was fore-ordained before the foundation of the world, but was manifest in these last times for you...
598. oldal - So that a man shall say, Verily, there is *a reward for the righteous: verily he is a God that judgeth in the earth.
335. oldal - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more.
320. oldal - That Day is a Day of Wrath, a Day of Trouble and distress, a Day of wasteness and desolation, a Day of darkness and gloominess, a Day of clouds and thick darkness.
585. oldal - But when they shall lead you, and deliver you up, take no thought beforehand what ye shall speak, neither do ye premeditate: but whatsoever shall be given you in that hour, that speak ye: for it is not ye that speak, but the Holy Ghost.
334. oldal - FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far ; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree, And seem by thy sweet bounty made, For those who follow thee.
325. oldal - In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air.

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