The children of Cloverley. By the author of 'Enoch Roden's training'.

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Page 183 - Sacrifice and offering thou didst not desire; mine ears hast thou opened: burnt offering and sin offering hast thou not required. Then said I, "Lo, I come:" in the volume of the book it is written of me, "I delight to do thy will, O my God." Yea, thy law is within my heart: I have preached righteousness in the great congregation: lo, I have not refrained my lips, O Lord, thou knowest.
Page 73 - Hearken, my beloved brethren, Hath not God chosen the poor of this world rich in faith, and heirs of the kingdom which he hath promised to them that love him ? But ye have despised the poor.
Page 53 - The beloved of the LORD shall dwell in safety by him; and the LORD shall cover him all the day long, and he shall dwell between his shoulders.
Page 203 - Cause me to hear thy loving-kindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.
Page 197 - And this is the will of him that sent me, that every one which s'eeth the Son, and believeth on him, may have everlasting life: and I will raise him up at the last day.
Page 77 - And he went forward a little, and fell on the ground, and prayed, that, if it were possible, the hour might pass from him. And he said, Abba, Father, all things are possible unto thee ; take away this cup from me ; nevertheless, not what 1 will, but what thou wilt.
Page 180 - And he dreamed, and behold a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven ; and behold the angels of God ascending and descending upon it.
Page 35 - O my Father, if this cup may not pass from me, except I drink it, thy will be done.
Page 102 - Whosoever shall do the will of my Father in heaven, the same is my brother, and sister, and mother.
Page 157 - And we lift our trusting eyes, From the hills our fathers trod, To the quiet of the skies, To the Sabbath of our God.

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