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Página 114 - I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax: it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
Página 126 - And this is his commandment, That we should believe on the name of his Son Jesus Christ, and love one another, as he gave us commandment.
Página 114 - As smoke is driven away, so drive them away: as wax melteth before the fire, so let the wicked perish at the presence of God.
Página 98 - And the Amorites, which dwelt in that mountain, came out against you, and chased you, as bees do, and destroyed you in Seir, even unto Hormah.
Página 117 - So shall the knowledge of wisdom be unto thy soul : when thou hast found it, then there shall be a reward, and thy expectation shall not be cut off.
Página 92 - Not to myself alone I rise and set ; I write upon night's coronal of jet His power and skill who formed our myriad host ; A friendly beacon at heaven's open gate, I gem the sky, That man might ne'er forget, in every fate, His home on high."
Página 54 - Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command ; To thee I consecrate my days : Perpetual blessings from thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.
Página 74 - I thee, thou busy, busy Bee! Thou art a miser, thou busy, busy Bee! Late and early at employ; Still on thy golden stores intent, Thy summer in heaping and hoarding is spent, What thy winter will never enjoy: Wise lesson this for me, thou busy, busy Bee!