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... tells how the pilgrim passed by the cave of desperation , the rock of pride , the meadows of plea- sure , the wilds of passion , and the lake of brackish water which disappointed him when he had climbed the gladsome hill . When the ...
... tells how the pilgrim passed by the cave of desperation , the rock of pride , the meadows of plea- sure , the wilds of passion , and the lake of brackish water which disappointed him when he had climbed the gladsome hill . When the ...
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... tells us we are way- farers , there are those who tell us that the journey itself is every thing , and that there is no ultimate destination beyond what we call the journey . This is done either formally or informally : formally by ...
... tells us we are way- farers , there are those who tell us that the journey itself is every thing , and that there is no ultimate destination beyond what we call the journey . This is done either formally or informally : formally by ...
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... tells us that they were " ensamples ; " and Sunday after Sunday the Church reiterates to Christian pilgrims the terrible warnings of those forty years . How often , how exceedingly often , do Christian men and women wander their space ...
... tells us that they were " ensamples ; " and Sunday after Sunday the Church reiterates to Christian pilgrims the terrible warnings of those forty years . How often , how exceedingly often , do Christian men and women wander their space ...
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... tells us in an oft - repeated passage , events the same , or similar , constantly repeat themselves . How unwaver- ing is the testimony of all honest men , that this life * 2 Cor . i . 6 and 4 . + Dr. Arnold's high appreciation of such ...
... tells us in an oft - repeated passage , events the same , or similar , constantly repeat themselves . How unwaver- ing is the testimony of all honest men , that this life * 2 Cor . i . 6 and 4 . + Dr. Arnold's high appreciation of such ...
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... tell ; but from the blessed sounds which fell upon my ear as the gates rolled back , I may not doubt that he was entirely happy , for it was as if the sound of a sea of heavenly voices suddenly swept by me . " CHAPTER II . THAT LIFE IS ...
... tell ; but from the blessed sounds which fell upon my ear as the gates rolled back , I may not doubt that he was entirely happy , for it was as if the sound of a sea of heavenly voices suddenly swept by me . " CHAPTER II . THAT LIFE IS ...
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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.