The authentic life of T. De Witt Talmage, the greatly beloved divine

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Monarch Book Co., 1902 - 464 pages
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Page 422 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee : for whither thou goest, I will go ; and where thou lodgest I will lodge : thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: " Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Page 420 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
Page 215 - And I took the little book out of the angel's hand, and ate it up; and it was in my mouth sweet. as honey: and as soon as I had eaten it, my belly was bitter.
Page 63 - Through him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame ; The last low whispers of our dead Are burdened with his name.
Page 387 - As the partridge sitteth on eggs, and hatcheth them not; so he that getteth riches, and not by right, shall leave them in the midst of his days, and at his end shall be a fool.
Page 445 - And the Gileadites took the passages of Jordan before the Ephraimites : and it was so, that when those Ephraimites which were escaped said, Let me go over ; that the men of Gilead said unto him, Art thou an Ephraimite ? If he said, Nay ; then said they unto him, Say now Shibboleth : and he said Sibboleth : for he could not frame to pronounce it right. Then they took him, and slew him at the passages of Jordan : and there fell at that time of the Ephraimites forty and two thousand.
Page 407 - And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things ; but one thing is needful. And Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.
Page 205 - Shepherd : though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil ; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Page 341 - Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
Page 36 - On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wistful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie.

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