Touching Incidents and Remarkable Answers to Prayer

Portada
Solomon Benjamin Shaw
S.B. Shaw, 1893 - 319 pàgines

Des de l'interior del llibre

Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot

Frases i termes més freqüents

Passatges populars

Pàgina 12 - For scarcely for a righteous man will one die ; yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die. But God commendeth his love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
Pàgina 280 - And the LORD passed by before him, and proclaimed, The LORD, The LORD God, merciful and gracious, long-suffering, and abundant in goodness and truth, keeping mercy for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin, and that will by no means clear the guilty...
Pàgina 296 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise...
Pàgina 214 - AWAKE, awake; put on thy strength, O Zion; put on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, the holy city : for henceforth there shall no more come into thee the uncircumcised and the unclean. Shake thyself from the dust ; arise, and sit down, O Jerusalem : loose thyself from the bands of thy neck, O captive daughter of Zion.
Pàgina 44 - Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister to them who shall be heirs of salvation...
Pàgina 294 - And he my rising sun. 3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shows his heart is mine, And whispers, I am his ! 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, At that transporting word ; Run up with joy the shining way, T...
Pàgina 244 - Were I to adopt the figurative language of Bunyan, I might date this letter from the land of Beulah, of which I have been for some weeks a happy inhabitant. The celestial city is full in my view : its glories beam upon me ; its breezes fan me ; its odours are wafted to me ; its sounds strike upon my ears, and its spirit is breathed into my heart.
Pàgina v - I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength...
Pàgina 138 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Pàgina 297 - Elias was a man subject to like passions as we are, and he prayed earnestly that it might not rain : and it rained not on the earth by the space of three years and six months. And he prayed again, and the heaven gave rain, and the earth brought forth her fruit.

Informació bibliogràfica