American Lutheran Biographies: Or, Historical Notices of Over Three Hundred and Fifty Leading Men of the American Lutheran Church, from Its Establishment to the Year 1890 ; with a Historical Introduction and Numerous Portrait Engravings

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Press of A. Houtkamp & Son, 1890 - 901 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 270 - I was reminded of Paul's words to Timothy: "When I call to remembrance the unfeigned faith that is in thee, which dwelt first in thy grandmother Lois, and thy mother Eunice, and I am persuaded in thee also.
Pàgina 272 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too. Affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men".
Pàgina 504 - Jesus can make a dying bed, Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my soul out sweetly there.
Pàgina 89 - sting? O, Grave, where is thy victory? Thanks be to God who has given me the victory through my Lord Jesus Christ." He then dwelt for some time on the expression: "faithfully preached," and at length he exclaimed: "Not unto me,
Pàgina 387 - What hast thou to do to declare my statutes, or that thou shouldest take my covenant in thy mouth? Seeing thou hatest instruction, and castest my words behind thee,
Pàgina 334 - hast also given me the shield of thy salvation, and thy gentleness hath made me great," and "Thou hast enlarged my steps under me that my feet did not slip;" the other in English, by the Swedish Lutheran Provost
Pàgina xiii - in like manner as he calls, gathers, enlightens, and sanctifies the whole Christian Church on earth and preserves it in union with Jesus Christ in the true faith; in which Christian Church He daily forgives abundantly all my sins and the sins of all believers.
Pàgina 716 - and hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of,
Pàgina 629 - Servant of God, well done; Rest from thy loved employ; The battle fought, the vict'ry won, Enter thy Master's joy.
Pàgina 300 - Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly. While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is high.

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