Memoir of the Rev. Pliny Fisk, A.M.: Late Missionary to Palestine

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Crocker and Brewster, 1828 - 437 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 50 - Clouds and darkness are round about him : Righteousness and judgment are the habitation of his throne.
Pàgina 330 - Yet destroyed I the Amorite before them, whose height was like the height of the cedars, and he was strong as the oaks ; yet I destroyed his fruit from above, and his roots from beneath.
Pàgina 432 - I John, who also am your brother, and companion in tribulation, and in the kingdom and patience of Jesus Christ, was in the isle that is called Patmos, for the word of God, and for the testimony of Jesus Christ.
Pàgina 402 - If it had not been the LORD who was on our side, when men rose up against us : Then they had swallowed us up quick, when their wrath was kindled against us...
Pàgina ii - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Pàgina 404 - I have been in the deep ; in journeyings often, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils by mine own countrymen, in perils by the heathen, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren ; in weariness and painfulness, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness.
Pàgina 309 - For their vine is of the vine of Sodom, and of the fields of Gomorrah : then' grapes are grapes of gall, their clusters are bitter : 33 Their wine is the poison of dragons, and the cruel venom of asps.
Pàgina 260 - My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart : Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh forth at the windows, Shewing himself through the lattice.
Pàgina 179 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers : Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.
Pàgina 231 - BROTHER, thou art gone before us ; and thy saintly soul is flown Where tears are wiped from every eye, and sorrow is unknown ; From the burden of the flesh, and from care and fear released, Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.

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