Memoirs, Including Letters, and Select Remains, of John Urquhart, Late of the University of St. Andrew's, Volumen2

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Crocker and Brewster, 1828
 

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Página 204 - And, lo, thou art unto them as a very lovely song of one that hath a pleasant voice, and can play well on an instrument : for they hear thy words, but they do them not.
Página 214 - There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers : Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.
Página 240 - For all flesh is as grass, And all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away: But the word of the Lord endureth for ever. And this is the word which by the gospel is preached unto you.
Página 129 - Shall there be evil in the city and the Lord hath not done it?
Página 84 - Then Paul and Barnabas waxed bold, and said, It was necessary that the word of God should first have been spoken to you : but seeing ye put It from you, and j udge yourselves unworthy of everlasting life, lo, we turn to the Gentiles.
Página 214 - Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
Página 60 - For unto you it is given in the behalf of Christ, not only to believe on him, but also to suffer for his sake ; 30 Having the same conflict which ye saw in me, and now hear to be in me.
Página 180 - Happy is the man that findeth wisdom, and the man that getteth understanding. For the merchandise of it is better than the merchandise of silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold. She is more precious than rubies: and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her.
Página 211 - Twas thine own Genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low : So the struck Eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Página 216 - Lord, why is this, I trembling cried, Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death? "Tis in this way," the Lord replied, "I answer prayer for grace and faith.

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