Neville Trueman, the Pioneer Preacher: A Tale of the War of 1812

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W. Briggs, 1900 - 252 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 194 - JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow thee ; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shall be...
Pàgina 95 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Pàgina 38 - Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.
Pàgina 194 - Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to thy breast ; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. O 'tis not in grief to harm me, While thy love is left to me ; O, 'twere not in joy to charm. me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Pàgina 181 - JESUS, thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress, 'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, With joy shall I lift up my head.
Pàgina 38 - He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth : he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder ; he burneth the chariot in the fire.
Pàgina 194 - I've sought, or hoped, or known ; Yet how rich is my condition ! God and heaven are still my own ! 2 Let the world despise and leave me, They have left my Saviour too ; Human hearts and looks deceive me ; Thou art not, like them, untrue ; And while Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends may shun me, Show Thy face, and all is bright. 3 Go then, earthly fame and treasure ! Come disaster, scorn, and pain ! In Thy service pain is pleasure, With Thy favor,...
Pàgina 64 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, " Peace ! " Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Pàgina 64 - I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony, the endless groan, Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations reach our own.
Pàgina 218 - Now I have found the ground wherein Sure my soul's anchor may remain ; The wounds of Jesus, for my sin Before the world's foundation slain ; Whose mercy shall unshaken stay, When heaven and earth are fled away.

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