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" What can preserve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave • - . Legions of angels can't confine me there. "
The guide of the Hebrew student, an epitome of sacred history, with easy ... - 63. oldal
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Death-bed Scenes, Or, Dying with and Without Religion: Designed to ...

Davis Wasgatt Clark - 1851 - 600 oldal
...a man peace at the last. He died in 1583, and in the sixty-sixth year of his age. 11. HENHY MARTYN. "An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there!"— YOUso. IT is truly said, that they live long " who live till life's great work is done." Such was the...

The Illustrated London Reading Book

1851 - 278 oldal
...joy ! what dread Alternately transported and alarm' d ! What can preserve my life, or what destroy? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. 'Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof. While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread,...

The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, 2. kötet

Abraham Mills - 1851 - 616 oldal
...what joy! what dread! Alternately transported and alarmed! What can preserve my life! or what destroy! An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there. 'Tis past conjecture; all things rise in proof: While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread, What...

The Gospel Crown of Life: A System of Philosophical Theology

Rev. Thomas Mitchell - 1851 - 546 oldal
...joy, what dread. Alternately transported and alarmed ; What can preserve my life, or what destroy? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. But not only does the knowledge of Deity accomplish no effect, but we will go still further, and deny...

Death-bed Scenes: Or, Dying with and Without Religion ..., 43. kötet;651. kötet

Davis Wasgatt Clark - 1852 - 584 oldal
...a man peace at the last. He died in 1583, and in the sixty-sixth year of his age. 11. HENRY MARTYN. "An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there!" — YOUNG. IT is truly said, that they live long " who live till life's great work is done." Such was the case...

The Standard Speaker: Containing Exercises in Prose and Poetry for ...

Epes Sargent - 1852 - 570 oldal
...joy, what dread ! Alternately transported, and alarmed ! What can preserve my life, or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there ! Even silent night proclaims my soul immortal ! 48. THE COMMON LOT. — Jaaut Montgomery. ONCE, in...

The Standard Speaker: Containing Exercises in Prose and Poetry for ...

Epes Sargent - 1852 - 568 oldal
...joy, what dread ! Alternately transported, and alarmed ! What can preserve my life, or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there ! Even silent night proclaims my soul immortal ! 4fl. THE COMMON LOT. — Jamet Montgomery. ONCE, in...

Death-bed Scenes: Or, Dying with and Without Religion ..., 43. kötet;651. kötet

Davis Wasgatt Clark - 1852 - 624 oldal
...man peace at the last. He died in 1583, and ia the sixty-sixth year of his age. 11. HENRY MARTYN. " An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there!"— YOUHG. IT is truly said, that they live long " who live till life's great work is done." Such was the...

Young's Night Thoughts: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes,

Edward Young, George Gilfillan - 1853 - 354 oldal
...joy, what dread ! Alternately transported and alarm'd ! What can preserve my life, or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. 90 JTis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof : While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread,...

Young's Night thoughts. With life, critcal diss., and ..., 130. oldal

Edward Young - 1853 - 382 oldal
...joy, what dread ! Alternately transported and alarm'd ! What can preserve my life, or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there. so Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof : While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread,...




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