Life Thoughts from Pulpits and from PoetsA. I. Holmes, 1871 - 348 páginas |
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angels beautiful Bishop Simpson blessed Bourbon whisky C. H. Spurgeon called cheer child Christ Christian church cross dark death divine drink earth earthly eternity eyes faith father feel flowers forever Francis Quarles give glory God's gone grace H. S. Carpenter H. T. Cheever H. W. Beecher hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hour human J. W. Alexander Jesus light live Live for Jesus look Lord man's medical prescription mind moral morning mother nature never Newman Hall night o'er parents pass poor pray prayer R. S. Storrs rest Sabbath Samuel Dunn Saviour shine shinplasters shore singing sinner sorrow soul spirit stand stars stream sweet T. L. Cuyler tell thee Theo thing Thomas Guthrie thou thought thousand tion truth voice woman wonder words young
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Página 291 - And gathered them out of the lands, from the east and from the west, from the north and from the south. They wandered in the wilderness in a solitary way : they found no city to dwell in. Hungry and thirsty, their soul fainted in them. Then they cried unto the Lord in their trouble, and he delivered them out of their distresses.
Página 232 - They have mouths, but they speak not: eyes have they, but they see not: They have ears, but they hear not: noses have they, but they smell not: They have hands, but they handle not: feet have they, but they walk not: neither speak they through their throat. They that make them are like unto them; so is every one that trusteth in them.
Página 248 - HY way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be ! Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me.
Página 152 - Thou art, of what sort the eternal life of the saints was to be, which eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, nor hath it entered into the heart of man to conceive.
Página 292 - Hide not thy face far from me; put not thy servant away in anger: thou hast been my help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.
Página 313 - Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, • •*" •, That Life is ever lord of Death, ^ j^* And Love can never lose its own!
Página 292 - For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart. 3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
Página 289 - The highest hopes we cherish here, How fast they tire and faint ; How many a spot defiles the robe That wraps an earthly saint...
Página 52 - Go to now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you. Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are motheaten. Your gold and silver is cankered ; and the rust of them shall be a witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. Ye have heaped treasure together for the Last Days.
Página 159 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...