Elizabeth Thornton Or, The Flower and Fruit of Female Piety

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M.W. Dodd, 1841 - 213 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 208 - What could have been done more to my vineyard, That I have not done in it? Wherefore, when I looked that it should bring forth grapes, Brought it forth wild grapes?
Pàgina 207 - God is not a man, that he should lie; Neither the son of man, that he should repent: Hath he said, and shall he not do it? Or hath he spoken, and shall he not make it good ? Behold, I have received commandment to bless: And he hath blessed ; and I cannot reverse it.
Pàgina 159 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest. Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward and expire...
Pàgina 127 - And she called unto her husband, and said, Send me, I pray thee, one of the young men, and one of the asses, that I may run to the man of God, and come again. And he said, Wherefore wilt thou go to him to-day ? it is neither new moon nor sabbath.
Pàgina 126 - And the woman conceived, and bare a son at that season that Elisha had said unto her, according to the time of life. *^And when the child was grown, it fell on a day, that he went out to his father to the reapers. ^And he said unto his father, My head, my head. And he said to a lad, Carry Mm to his mother. 20 And when he had taken him, and brought him to his mother, he sat on her knees till noon, and then died.
Pàgina 97 - They set as sets the morning star, which goes Not down behind the darkened west, nor hides Obscured among the tempests of the sky. But melts away into the light of heaven.
Pàgina 200 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God : All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to his blood. 3. See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 4.
Pàgina 213 - Thou shalt also be a crown of glory in the hand of the Lord, and a royal diadem in the hand of thy God.
Pàgina 206 - Dear dying Lamb ! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more.
Pàgina 181 - Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again ; but whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst ; but it shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.

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