Bible Sketches; Or, Religious Essays and Narratives

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C.C.P. Moody, 1854 - 83 pÓgines
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PÓgina 46 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on th' accursed tree ; And hopes her guilt was there.
PÓgina 20 - Oh Death ! where is thy sting ? Oh Grave ! where is thy victory ? The sting of Death is sin, and the strength of sin is the Law.
PÓgina 60 - His glories known. 4 Well, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see His face ; Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity I'll spend, Triumphant in His grace.
PÓgina 47 - My son, keep thy father's commandment, and forsake not the law of thy mother: bind them continually upon thine heart, and tie them about thy neck. When thou goest, it shall lead thee ; when thou sleepest, it shall keep thee ; and when thou awakest, it shall talk with thee.
PÓgina 20 - Unfading HOPE! when life's last embers burn, When soul to soul, and dust to dust return ! Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour! Oh! then, thy kingdom comes! Immortal Power! What though each spark of earth-born rapture fly The quivering lip, pale cheek, and closing eye! Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey The morning dream of life's eternal day— Then, then, the triumph and the trance begin, And all the...
PÓgina 38 - And behold, I come quickly, and my reward is with me, to give to every man according as his work shall be.
PÓgina 29 - They were all that to life had entwin'd him; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him. Oh ! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest. When they promise a glorious morrow ; They'll shine o'er her sleep, like a smile from the West, From her own lov'd island of sorrow.
PÓgina 47 - When thou liest down thou shalt not be afraid ; Yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet.
PÓgina 77 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
PÓgina 78 - Now we see through a glass darkly ; but then face to face. Now we know in part; but then we shall know even as we are known.

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