A token of love for little children, by the widow of a Madras officer (Google eBook)

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Page 181 - Saying, Sir, we remember that that deceiver said, while he was yet alive, After three days I will rise again.
Page 153 - Lord, we thank thee for having given us thy word as a lamp unto our feet and a light unto our path.
Page 19 - The statutes of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart : the commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes. The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring for ever: the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether. More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb. Moreover by them is thy servant warned: and in keeping of them there is great reward.
Page 181 - Whom God hath raised up, having loosed the pains of death: because it was not possible that he should be holden of it.
Page 184 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try : Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry—
Page 124 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Page 120 - To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me on my throne ; even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father on His throne.
Page 140 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand And there confess my sin.
Page 13 - Unthinking, idle, wild, and young, I laughed, and danced, and talked, and sung : And, proud of health, of freedom vain, Dreamed not of sorrow, care, or pain ; Concluding, in those hours of glee, That all the world was made for me. But when the hour of trial came, When sickness shook this trembling frame, When folly's gay pursuits were o'er, And I could sing and dance no more, It then occurred, how sad 'twould be Were this world only made for me.
Page 135 - When they had heard the king, they departed; and lo, the star which they saw in the east went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was.

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