The Hills of Contemplation: Throughts for Contemplation for Every Day of the Year

Fiona McKay

Benziger, 1917 - 452 sidor

Innehåll

• JANUARY: 1
• New Years DayGodThe ChurchSinConversion: 27
• FEBRUARY: 39
• MARCH: 77
• APRIL: 115
• Month of Our Blessed Lady Pages 153185: 153
• JUNE: 187
• JULY: 219
• TemptationSuffering SanctificationJoy Pages 259297: 259
• SEPTEMBER: 299
• Month of the Holy RosaryWisdom: 367
• ThanksgivingThe Mother of GodThe Incarnation: 441
• Biblical Quotations: 447

Populära avsnitt

Sida 32 - I FLED Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes, I sped; And shot, precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, And unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat, — and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet:...

Sida 418 - And in the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent from God unto a city of Galilee, named Nazareth, to a virgin espoused to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David ; and the virgin's name was Mary.

Sida 59 - For we are saved by hope : but hope that is seen is not hope : for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for? But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it.

Sida 50 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute ; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made. Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him: thou art just.

Sida 363 - All is best, though we oft doubt, What the unsearchable dispose Of highest wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close. Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns And to his faithful champion hath in place Bore witness gloriously; whence Gaza mourns And all that band them to resist His...

Sida 247 - Now crescent, who will come to all I am And overcome it; and in me there dwells No greatness, save it be some far-off touch Of greatness to know well I am not great : There is the man.

Sida 382 - Such is; what is to be? The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind? I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds; Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds From the hid battlements of Eternity, Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again...

Sida 291 - For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace : the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

Sida 413 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night.

Sida 56 - Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.

Bibliografisk information

• Titel: The Hills of Contemplation: Throughts for Contemplation for Every Day of the Year
• Författare: Fiona McKay
• Utgivare: Benziger, 1917
• Original från: Harvard University
• Digitaliserad: 14 sep 2007
• Längd: 452 sidor