The Call of the East: A Romance of Far FormosaFleming H. Revell Company, 1914 - 351 pàgines |
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Pàgina 298 - But he that is an hireling, and not the shepherd, whose own the sheep are not, seeth the wolf coming, and leaveth the sheep, and fleeth: and the wolf catcheth them, and scattereth the sheep. The hireling fleeth, because he is an hireling, and careth not for the sheep.
Pàgina 126 - There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not: The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid.
Pàgina 29 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Pàgina 214 - This cup is the new testament in my blood, which is shed for many, for the remission of sins : drink ye all of it.
Pàgina 301 - FATHERS AND BRETHREN, — As this Assembly was constituted in the Name, and under the authority, of the Lord Jesus Christ, the only King and Head of the Church...
Pàgina 240 - I love thee, O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; My God, my strong rock, in him will I trust ; My shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.
Pàgina 329 - The motive for a conception according to nature is the love of a man for a woman and of a woman for a man. And therefore since a singular love of the Holy Spirit burned in the Virgin's heart, the love of the Holy Spirit wrought great things in her flesh.
Pàgina 91 - The bearer of this paper, the Rev. George Leslie MacKay, DD, a British subject, missionary in Formosa, wishes to enter Kelung to visit his chapel and his house there, and to proceed through Kelung to Kap-tsu-lan, on the east coast of Formosa, to visit his converts there. Wherefore I, the undersigned, consul for Great Britain at Tamsui, do beg the officer in chief command of the French forces in Kelung to grant the said George Leslie MacKay entry into, and a free and safe passage through, Kelung....
Pàgina 214 - ... and blessed, and brake it, and gave to them, and said, Take, eat; this is my body. 23 And he took the cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them : and they all drank of it. 24 And he said unto them, This is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many. 69 ^ 25 Verily I say unto you, [ will drink no more of the Fruit of the vine, until that day that I drink it new in the kingdom of God.
Pàgina 189 - ... Inferno. Yet when this detestable lady is at sea and tossing on the waves, Byron, instead of exultation, exhibits a certain tenderness towards her. All readers of the first volume will agree that we really can have too much even of a bad thing, and I am not surprised to find the editor admitting that, if he had been allowed his own way, he would have made considerable omissions from " these rather wearisome iterations of the same theme.