Meditations and Contemplations

B. and T. Kite. No. 20, North Third street., 1808 - 427 pàgines

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Pàgina 16 - For the Son of man is as a man taking a far journey, who left his house, and gave authority to his servants, and to every man his work, and commanded the porter to watch.
Pàgina 62 - Canst thou by searching find out God? canst thou find out the Almighty unto perfection? It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know? The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea.
Pàgina 90 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Pàgina 30 - Leave thy fatherless children, I will preserve them alive; and let thy widows trust in me.
Pàgina 305 - There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars; for one star differeth from another star in glory. So also is the resurrection of the dead.
Pàgina x - He will, by and by, in his own good time, dismiss me from the body. These light afflictions are but for a moment, and then comes an eternal weight of glory.
Pàgina 250 - It is observed by a very judicious writer, that if the sun himself, which enlightens this part of the creation, were extinguished, and all the host of planetary worlds, which move about him, were annihilated, they would not be missed by an eye that can take in the whole compass of nature, any more than a grain of sand upon the sea-shore.
Pàgina 24 - How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle! O Jonathan, thou wast slain in thine high places. 2" 1 am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan: very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women. " How are the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished!
Pàgina 104 - And can he mix them with that matchless Skill, And lay them on so delicately fine, And lose them in each other, as appears In every Bud that blows?
Pàgina 1 - I happened to alight at a considerable village in that county; where finding myself under an unexpected necessity of staying a little, I took a walk to the church.* The doors, like the heaven to which they lead, were wide open, and readily admitted an unworthy stranger. Pleased with the opportunity, I resolved to spend a few minutes under the sacred roof.

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