The Village Blacksmith; Or Piety and Usefulness Exemplified. In a Memoir of the Life of Samuel Hick, Late of Micklefield, Yorkshire

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Hamilton, Adams, and Company, 1832 - 12 pages

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Page 282 - Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
Page 30 - Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what he hath done for my soul.
Page 26 - The Father hears Him pray, His dear Anointed One ; He cannot turn away The presence of His Son : His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 5 My God is reconciled, His pardoning voice I hear, He owns me for His child, I can no longer fear ; With confidence I now draw nigh, And, Father, Abba, Father, cry ! 599 (212) LMC WESLEY.
Page 264 - WHAT are these arrayed in white, Brighter than the noon-day sun ? Foremost of the sons of light, Nearest the eternal throne ? These are they that bore the cross, Nobly for their Master stood ; Sufferers in his righteous cause, Followers of the dying God.
Page 50 - God speaketh once, yea twice, yet man perceiveth it not. In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed; Then he openeth the ears of men, and sealeth their instruction, That he may withdraw man from his purpose, and hide pride from man.
Page xxi - God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought the things that are : that no flesh should glory in his presence.
Page 25 - When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint; Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions: so that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
Page 156 - My house shall be called of all nations " a house of prayer? but ye have made it a den
Page 266 - I'll praise my Maker while I've breath, And when my voice is lost in death Praise shall employ my noblest powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life and thought and being last Or immortality endures.

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