Andrew Jackson Potter, the Noted Parson of the Texan Frontier: Six Years of Indian Warfare in New Mexico and Arizona, Many Wonderful Events in His Ministerial Life ... (Google eBook)

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Publishing House of the M. E. Church, South, J. D. Barbee, Agent, 1888 - Frontier and pioneer life - 471 pages
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Page 30 - For the Lord had made the host of the Syrians to hear a noise of chariots, and a noise of horses, even the noise of a great host: and they said one to another, Lo, the king of Israel hath hired against us the kings of the Hittites, and the kings of the Egyptians, to come upon us.
Page 446 - In like manner also, that women adorn themselves in modest apparel, with shamefacedness and sobriety; not with braided hair, or gold, or pearls, or costly array ; but (which becometh women professing godliness) with good works.
Page 468 - Sure never till my latest breath Can I forget that look : It seemed to charge me with his death, Though not a word he spoke.
Page 118 - What mean ye to weep, and to break mine heart? for I am ready not to be bound only, but also to die at Jerusalem for the name of the Lord Jesus.
Page 104 - Amazing grace! (How sweet the sound!) That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now am found, Was blind but now I see.
Page 104 - E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to Thee. 2 Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to Thee.
Page 468 - Alas! I knew not what I did, But now my tears are vain; "Where shall my trembling soul be hid? For I the Lord have slain. 6 A second look He gave, which said, " I freely all forgive; This blood is for thy ransom paid ; I die, that thou mayst live.
Page 103 - Tongue can never express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love.
Page 417 - Lord, if indeed I am thine, If thou art my sun and my son^g, Say why do I languish and pine, And why are my winters so long?

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