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Página 66 - Against thee, thee only, have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight; that thou mightest be justified when thou speakest, and be clear when thou judgest.
Página 68 - Yearns towards her little children from her seat, Gives one a kiss, another an embrace, Takes this upon her knees, that on her feet ; And while from actions, looks, complaints, pretences, She learns their feelings and their various will, To this a look, to that a word, dispenses, And, whether stern or smiling, loves them still ; — So Providence for us, high, infinite, Makes our necessities its watchful task, Hearkens to all our prayers, helps all our wants, And e'en if it denies what seems our...
Página 118 - Above the lowly plants, it towers, The fennel, with its yellow flowers And in an earlier age than ours Was gifted with the wondrous powers, Lost vision to restore. It gave new strength, and fearless mood; And gladiators, fierce and rude, Mingled it in their daily food; And he who battled and subdued, A wreath of fennel wore.
Página 35 - Who art thou that judgest another man's servant? to his own master he standeth or falleth ; yea, he shall be holden up: for God is able to make him stand.
Página 115 - My God, my Father, while I stray, Far from my home, on life's rough way, Oh teach me from my heart to say, Thy will be done.
Página 62 - ... how often would I have gathered thee as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not!
Página 161 - ... pure religion, and undefiled before God and the Father, is this, to visit the fatherless and widow in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world.
Página 62 - Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, for they rest from their labors, and their works do follow them!