Life on High Levels: Familiar Talks on the Conduct of Life

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Eaton & Mains, 1897 - 320 páginas

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Página 18 - I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro ; Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know : I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go.
Página 78 - One family we dwell in him, One church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream, of death. One army of the living God, To his command we bow ; Part of his host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
Página 259 - WHEN I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.
Página 261 - MY faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour divine! Now hear me while I pray; Take all my guilt away; Oh, let me from this day Be wholly Thine!
Página 132 - I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Página 300 - They would seem almost to have gone upon the principle of not letting ' the left hand know what the right hand doeth ;' one society having known little or nothing of the proceedings of the others.
Página 201 - But God is never so far off As even to be near ; He is within: our spirit is The home He holds most dear. To think of Him as by our side Is almost as untrue, As to remove His throne beyond Those skies of starry blue. So all the while I thought myself Homeless, forlorn, and weary, Missing my joy, I walked the earth, Myself God's sanctuary.
Página 308 - Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled ; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world : Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.
Página 268 - Oh wonderful ! that Thou shouldst let So vile a heart as mine Love Thee with such a love as this, And make so free with Thine.
Página 308 - Him," murmured the blind girl softly. r^HRIST our passover is sacrificed for us: therefore let us keep the feast ; not with the old leaven of malice and wickedness ; but with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth.

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