Official Report of the Proceedings of the Meeting, Volume 12

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Page 55 - For the loving worm within its clod, Were diviner than a loveless god Amid his worlds, I will dare to say.
Page 156 - Ye call me Master and Lord: and ye say well; for so I am. If I then, your Lord and Master, have washed your feet; ye also ought to wash one another's feet. For I have given you an example, that ye should do as I have done to you.
Page 12 - That saith of Cyrus, He is my shepherd, and shall perform all my pleasure: even saying to Jerusalem, Thou shalt be built; and to the temple, Thy foundation shall be laid.
Page 188 - Therefore thus saith the Lord God of Israel against the pastors that feed my people; Ye have scattered my flock, and driven them away, and have not visited them : behold, I will visit upon you the evil of your doings, saith the Lord.
Page 96 - The problem of the connection of body and soul is as insoluble in its modern form as it was in the prescientific ages.
Page 99 - Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want.
Page 155 - Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Page 61 - One in the freedom of the truth, One in the joy of paths untrod, One in the soul's perennial youth, One in the larger thought of God ; — The freer step, the fuller breath, The wide horizon's grander view, The sense of life that knows no death, — The Life that maketh all things new.
Page 70 - We look to thee ; thy truth is still the light Which guides the nations, groping on their way, Stumbling and falling in disastrous night, Yet hoping ever for the perfect day. Yes ! thou art still the life ; thou art the way The holiest know ; — light, life, and way of heaven ! And they who dearest hope, and deepest pray, Toil by the light, life, way, which thou hast given.
Page 201 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise : He needs must think of her once more How in the grave she lies, And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.

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