The Daily CounsellorBrown and Gross, 1859 - 402 trang |
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1ST CORINTHIANS amid angels answering tone BEAR precious seed beautiful billows blessed blest bower breast breath bright brooklet brow buds cheer cherish'd cherub band Christ cloud dark dead death DEUTERONOMY dost doth dread dust earth earthly Eternal Euroclydon faith fear FEBRUARY fled fleeting flowers frail glorious glory gold grave grief guardian bands hand hath heart Heaven heavenly HEBREWS holy hope ISAIAH light lone Lord morning mortal band mountains mourn neath night o'er pain peace perchance pilgrim praise prayer pride PSALMS rest robe round Saviour SEPTEMBER shade sigh skies sleep smile song SONG OF SOLOMON sorrow soul spirit spread storm sunbeam sway sweet tear tempests thee thine thorn Thou hast thro throne thy soul Tibni tide toil tomb tread treasure trust unto vale Vex'd voice Wake wave weary weep wing XXII XXIII
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Trang 342 - But they constrained him saying, Abide with us; for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent.
Trang 39 - Who is among you that feareth the Lord, that obeyeth the voice of his servant, that walketh in darkness, and hath no light ? let him trust in the name of the Lord, and stay upon his God.
Trang 78 - Let us therefore fear, lest, a promise being left us of entering into his rest, any of you should seem to come short of it.
Trang 348 - The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.
Trang 235 - Because I have called, and ye refused; I have stretched out my hand, and no man regarded ; but ye have set at nought all my counsel, and would none of my reproof: I also will laugh at your calamity ; I will mock when your fear cometh...
Trang 99 - Trust in him at all times; ye people, pour out your heart before him: God is a refuge for us.
Trang 159 - Be thou prepared.' BLESSED ARE THE DEAD. [MRS. SIGOURNEY.] r T^HEY dread no storm that lowers, No perish'd joys bewail; They pluck no thorn-clad flowers, Nor drink of streams that fail. There is no tear-drop in their eye, Nor change upon their brow ; The placid bosom heaves no sigh, Though all earth's idols bow.
Trang 142 - LIGHT for the dreary vales Of ice-bound Labrador ! Where the frost-king breathes on the slippery sails, And the mariner wakes no more ; Lift high the lamp that never fails, To that dark and sterile shore. Light for the forest child ! An outcast though he be, From the haunts where the sun of his childhood smiled, And the country of the free...
Trang 291 - Think'st thou the man whose mansions hold The worldling's pomp and miser's gold, Obtains a richer prize Than he who, in his cot at rest, Finds heavenly peace, a willing guest, And bears the promise in his breast Of treasure in the skies ? THE WIDOW'S CHARGE AT HER DAUGHTER'S BRIDAL.
Trang 272 - When vexing cares in tranquil slumber rest, When in the heart the holy thought is born, And Heaven's high impulse warms the waiting breast, Have ye not felt Him, while your kindling prayer Swelled out in tones of praise, announcing God was there...