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Page 222 - But the father said to his servants ; Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet. And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it ; and let us eat and be merry ; For this my son was dead, and is alive again ; he was lost, and is found.
Page 13 - Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection and the life : he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this ? She saith unto him, Yea, Lord : I believe that thou art the Christ the Son of God, which should come into the world.
Page 47 - ... the Bible opened for worship— her own little room kept so neatly for her, with its mirror hanging by the window, in which to braid her hair by the morning light — her bed prepared for her by her mother's hand — the primroses in her garden peeping through the snow— old Tray, who ever welcomed her home with his dim white eyes — the pony and the cow ; — friends all, and inmates of that happy household.
Page 47 - Glen-Scrae, and in a few seconds she felt on her face some flakes of snow. She looked up the glen, and saw the snow-storm coming down fast as a flood. She felt no fears ; but...
Page 221 - And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.
Page 9 - The broken-hearted boy could give no reply. He had gradually stolen closer and closer unto the loving old man ; and now was lying, worn out with sorrow, drenched and dissolved in tears, in his grandfather's bosom. His mother had sunk down on her knees, and hid her face with her hand.
Page 49 - And, drawing her plaid more closely around her, she whispered, beneath its ineffectual cover, " Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, — thy kingdom come, — thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Page 48 - ... child frozen to death on that very moor, — and, in a moment, she knew that she was to die. Bitterly did the poor child weep, for death was terrible to her, who, though poor, enjoyed the bright little world of youth and innocence. The skies of heaven were dearer than she knew to her, — so were the flowers of earth. She had been happy at her work, — happy in her sleep, — happy in the kirk on Sabbath.
Page 64 - THE HISTORICAL WORKS of the Rev. WILLIAM ROBERTSON, DD ; comprising his HISTORY OF AMERICA; CHARLES V.; SCOTLAND; and INDIA. In 3 vols. 8vo. With plates.