The Children's Magazine and Missionary Repository, 19. kötetSimpkin, Marshall, & Company, 1856 |
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... soul of more value than the whole world . " The Sun is but a spark of fire- A transient meteor in the sky ; The soul , immortal as its Sire , Can never die ! " II . Your Depravity . — This is a sad word . It means that the soul - that ...
... soul of more value than the whole world . " The Sun is but a spark of fire- A transient meteor in the sky ; The soul , immortal as its Sire , Can never die ! " II . Your Depravity . — This is a sad word . It means that the soul - that ...
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... soul convert , And deeply on my thoughtless heart Eternal things impress : Give me to feel their solemn weight , To tremble on the brink of fate , And wake to righteousness . " Your Deliverance . - Danger is dreadful when there is no ...
... soul convert , And deeply on my thoughtless heart Eternal things impress : Give me to feel their solemn weight , To tremble on the brink of fate , And wake to righteousness . " Your Deliverance . - Danger is dreadful when there is no ...
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... souls in one . As he passed along , the trees and bushes , the huts of his servitude , the whole scene of his degradation , seemed to whirl by him as the landscape by the rushing car . His soul throbbed , -his home was in sight , -- and ...
... souls in one . As he passed along , the trees and bushes , the huts of his servitude , the whole scene of his degradation , seemed to whirl by him as the landscape by the rushing car . His soul throbbed , -his home was in sight , -- and ...
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... soul , I'd give ' em freely , as the Lord gave his for me . O Mas'r ! don't bring this great sin on your soul ! It will hurt you more than ' twill me ! Do the worst you can , my troubles ' ll be over soon ; but , if ye don't repent ...
... soul , I'd give ' em freely , as the Lord gave his for me . O Mas'r ! don't bring this great sin on your soul ! It will hurt you more than ' twill me ! Do the worst you can , my troubles ' ll be over soon ; but , if ye don't repent ...
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... soul ! And yet , oh my country ! these things are done under the shadow of thy laws ! O , Christ ! thy church sees them almost in silence ! But , of old , there was One whose suffering changed an instrument of torture , degradation and ...
... soul ! And yet , oh my country ! these things are done under the shadow of thy laws ! O , Christ ! thy church sees them almost in silence ! But , of old , there was One whose suffering changed an instrument of torture , degradation and ...
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287. oldal - And Abraham rose up early in the morning, and saddled his ass, and took two of his young men with him, and Isaac his son, and clave the wood for the burnt offering, and rose up, and went unto the place of which God had told him.
52. oldal - His hair is crisp and black and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge,...
116. oldal - And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying. Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth.
52. oldal - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
280. oldal - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart!
319. oldal - And they brought young children to him, that he should touch them : and his disciples rebuked those that brought them. But when Jesus saw it, he was much displeased, and said unto them, Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not : for of such is the kingdom of God. Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein. And he took them up in his arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed them.
291. oldal - And the Angel of the Lord called unto him out of heaven, and said, Abraham, Abraham. And he said, Here am I.
212. oldal - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try, Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters heaven with prayer. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry,
86. oldal - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold...
282. oldal - In that hour Jesus rejoiced in spirit, and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes: even so. Father; for so it seemed good in thy sight.