The Great Texts of the Bible: I CorinthiansT. & T. Clark, 1912 |
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Pàgina 7
... thou then ? Every stroke of power must be surpassed by a following one yet more marvellous . ¶There is in the farther course of some Christians that which is the counterpart of the Slough of Despond at the commencement of it . There ...
... thou then ? Every stroke of power must be surpassed by a following one yet more marvellous . ¶There is in the farther course of some Christians that which is the counterpart of the Slough of Despond at the commencement of it . There ...
Pàgina 13
... Thou command , lest waters overwhelm ! " His was the boat , And His the sea , And His the peace , O'er all and me . Once from His boat He taught the curious throng , Then bade me let down nets into the sea ; I murmured , but obeyed ...
... Thou command , lest waters overwhelm ! " His was the boat , And His the sea , And His the peace , O'er all and me . Once from His boat He taught the curious throng , Then bade me let down nets into the sea ; I murmured , but obeyed ...
Pàgina 23
... thou not me Thou vain Philosophy ! Little hast thou bestead , Save to perplex the head , And leave the spirit dead . Unto thy broken cisterns wherefore go , While from the secret treasure - depths below , Fed by the skiey shower , And ...
... thou not me Thou vain Philosophy ! Little hast thou bestead , Save to perplex the head , And leave the spirit dead . Unto thy broken cisterns wherefore go , While from the secret treasure - depths below , Fed by the skiey shower , And ...
Pàgina 32
... thou canst not sadder ) Cry ; and upon thy so sore loss Shall shine the traffic of Jacop's ladder Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross . 1 1 H. W. Horwill . Yea , in the night , my Soul , my 32 THE SUM OF SAVING KNOWLEDGE.
... thou canst not sadder ) Cry ; and upon thy so sore loss Shall shine the traffic of Jacop's ladder Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross . 1 1 H. W. Horwill . Yea , in the night , my Soul , my 32 THE SUM OF SAVING KNOWLEDGE.
Pàgina 37
... thou found me , oh mine enemy ! And yet rejoice not thou , by strength shall none prevail . By noon thine arrows fly , None faileth of its mark ; thou dost not tire ; And yet rejoice not thou ! Each shaft of fire That finds me here ...
... thou found me , oh mine enemy ! And yet rejoice not thou , by strength shall none prevail . By noon thine arrows fly , None faileth of its mark ; thou dost not tire ; And yet rejoice not thou ! Each shaft of fire That finds me here ...
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Pàgina 219 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Pàgina 329 - Cup. For as the benefit is great, if with a true penitent heart and lively faith we receive that holy Sacrament (for then we spiritually eat the Flesh of CHRIST, and drink His Blood; then we dwell in CHRIST, and CHRIST in us; we are one with CHRIST, and CHRIST with us) ; so is the danger great, if we receive the same unworthily.
Pàgina 329 - We are not worthy so much as to gather up the crumbs under thy table. But thou art the same Lord, whose property is always to have mercy : grant us, therefore, gracious Lord, so to eat the flesh of thy dear Son Jesus Christ, and to drink his blood, that our sinful bodies may be made clean by his body, and our souls washed through his most precious blood, and that we may evermore dwell in him, and he in us.
Pàgina 413 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Pàgina 233 - Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time , unchanged it has stood , And as if, like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe , — " Forever — never ! Never — forever!
Pàgina 145 - But with me it is a very small thing that I should be judged of you, or of man's judgment : yea, I judge not mine own self. For I know nothing by myself; yet am I not hereby justified : but He that judgeth me is the Lord.
Pàgina 308 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things thee to see, And what I do in any thing, To do it as for thee...
Pàgina 132 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Pàgina 96 - Now he is dead. Far hence he lies In the lorn Syrian town, And on his grave, with shining eyes, The Syrian stars look down.
Pàgina 229 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.