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Strona iv
... feel how inadequate must be his treatment of so large a subject , and his work has been written with the abiding sense of this inadequacy and unworthiness , and yet with the constant prayer that this foolishness of preaching may be ...
... feel how inadequate must be his treatment of so large a subject , and his work has been written with the abiding sense of this inadequacy and unworthiness , and yet with the constant prayer that this foolishness of preaching may be ...
Strona 2
... readiness with which such metaphorical language has always been received is evidence of its instinctive truth . Doubtless we all feel that we are on the way . THE LITERATURE OF PILGRIMAGES . 3 The familiar scenery fades.
... readiness with which such metaphorical language has always been received is evidence of its instinctive truth . Doubtless we all feel that we are on the way . THE LITERATURE OF PILGRIMAGES . 3 The familiar scenery fades.
Strona 12
... feel this in regard to the wanderings in the wilderness , even if the religious meaning were less insisted on by Psalmist and Apostle . But St. Paul dwells on the facts of that period of Old - Testament history , and tells us that they ...
... feel this in regard to the wanderings in the wilderness , even if the religious meaning were less insisted on by Psalmist and Apostle . But St. Paul dwells on the facts of that period of Old - Testament history , and tells us that they ...
Strona 26
... feel that the physical structure of our bodies is not more unmade and remade than the inner life has also under- gone a transformation . As St. Augustine beautifully says , words so familiar in the modern poetic rendering : " I hold it ...
... feel that the physical structure of our bodies is not more unmade and remade than the inner life has also under- gone a transformation . As St. Augustine beautifully says , words so familiar in the modern poetic rendering : " I hold it ...
Strona 27
... feeling - not even conquerors who have gathered their sheaves of sceptres . I do not mean such in- stances , nor yet that disappointment of which we are all glad when it ... feel after 28 FEEBLE , INEFFECTUAL LIVES . God , if haply.
... feeling - not even conquerors who have gathered their sheaves of sceptres . I do not mean such in- stances , nor yet that disappointment of which we are all glad when it ... feel after 28 FEEBLE , INEFFECTUAL LIVES . God , if haply.
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Strona 83 - For none of us liveth to himself, and no man dieth to himself. For whether we live, we live unto the Lord; and whether we die, we die unto the Lord : whether we live therefore, or die, we are the Lord's.
Strona 55 - Remember therefore from whence thou art fallen, and repent, and do the first works ; or else I will come unto thee quickly, and will remove thy candlestick out of his place, except thou repent.
Strona 228 - And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell.
Strona 176 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend t For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Strona 281 - Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace ; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a Lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired...
Strona 282 - Is happy as a Lover; and attired With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired; And through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw; Or if an unexpected call succeed, Come when it will, is equal to the need: —He who, though thus endued as with a sense And faculty for storm and turbulence, Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes; Sweet images! which, wheresoe'er he be, Are at his heart; and such fidelity It is his darling...
Strona 348 - I have set the Lord always before me: because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved. Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: my flesh also shall rest in hope. For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption. Thou wilt show me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
Strona 269 - The path of duty was the way to glory : He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands...
Strona 368 - The Christian Year. Thoughts in Verse for the Sundays and Holy Days throughout the Year.
Strona 321 - And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night.