Popish Legends, Or, Bible Truths

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Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1852 - Anti-Catholicism - 332 pages
 

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Page 39 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Page 129 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Page 80 - Arrayed in beauteous green The hills and valleys shine, And man and beast are fed By providence divine : The harvest bows Its golden ears, The copious seed Of future years. 3 "So," saith the God of grace, " My gospel shall descend, Almighty to effect The purpose I intend ; Millions of souls Shall feel its power, And bear it down To millions more.
Page 126 - Let our unceasing, earnest prayer Be too for light,— for strength to bear Our portion of the weight of care That crushes into dumb despair One half the human race.
Page 168 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 265 - I say unto you, My friends, Be not afraid of them that kill the body, and after that have no more that they can do. But I will forewarn you whom ye shall fear : Fear Him, Which after He hath killed, hath power to cast into hell ; yea, I say unto you, Fear Him.
Page 130 - He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Page 16 - Is not this the fast that I have chosen ? to loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke ? Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house...
Page 81 - Mid smitten joys, and buried loves, — When sleep my tearful pillow flies, And dewy morning drinks my sighs, — Still to thy promise, Lord, I flee, That " as my day my strength shall be.
Page xvi - Sirs, why do ye these things ? We also are men of like passions with you, and preach unto you, that ye should turn from these vanities unto the living GOD, which made heaven, and earth, and the sea, and all things that are therein ; who in times past suffered all nations to walk in their own ways.

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