The Protestant Episcopal Quarterly Review, and Church Register, 6. kötet

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H. Dyer, 1859

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214. oldal - Soul, then know thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin and fear and care; Joy to find in every station, Something still to do or bear. Think what spirit dwells within thee; Think what Father's smiles are thine; Think that Jesus died to win thee, Child of heaven, canst thou repine
214. oldal - Soul, then know thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station, Something still to do or bear. Think what spirit dwells within thee, Think what sacraments are thine; Think that Jesus died to win thee,
317. oldal - they all shall meet in future days; There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
154. oldal - It is manifest that every little one who, by baptism into Christ's death, is made a member of Christ, a child of God, and an inheritor of the kingdom of heaven, is, in a true sense, ' greater than he' who, naturally an alien, becomes only by special grace and
11. oldal - Man dieth and wasteth away, yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?" "The dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward, for the memory of them is forgotten.
554. oldal - Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud, Turn thy wild wheel through sunshine, storm, and cloud. Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. " Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown, With that wild wheel we go not up or down ; Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
248. oldal - country, and to thy kindred, and I will deal well with thee, I am not worthy of the least of all Thy mercies, and of all the truth which Thou hast showed unto Thy servant; for with my staff
327. oldal - confused mixture; the winds breathe out their last gasp; the clouds yield no rain ; the earth be defeated of heavenly influence ; the fruits of the earth pine away, as children at the withered breasts of their mother, no longer able to yield them relief; what would become of man himself, whom these things now do all serve?
211. oldal - heart that leans on Thee Is happy any where. In a service which Thy love appoints, There are no bonds for me: For my secret heart is taught " the truth" "That makes Thy children free;" And a life of self-renouncing love Is a life of liberty. We
327. oldal - are made, should lose the qualities which now they have; if the frame of that heavenly arch erected over our heads should loosen and dissolve itself; if celestial spheres should forget their wonted motions, and by irregular volubility turn themselves any way as it might happen; if the prince of the lights of heaven, which now as a giant

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