The Testimony of the Rocks: Or, Geology in Its Bearings on the Two Theoloies, Natural and Revealed

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Robert Carter and brothers, 1875 - Bible and geology - 502 pages
 

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Page 229 - Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written; Which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.
Page 262 - Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding. Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it? Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner stone thereof; When the morning stars sang together, and all the Sons of God shouted for joy?
Page 37 - And he spake of trees, from the cedar tree that is in Lebanon even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall: he spake also of beasts, and of fowl, and of creeping things, and of fishes.
Page 233 - These are the generations of the heavens and of the earth when they were created in the day that the LORD God made the earth and the heavens...
Page 138 - Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Page 263 - He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth...
Page 198 - Let there be light, said God ; And forthwith light Ethereal, first of things, quintessence pure, Sprung from the deep...
Page 225 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Page 138 - So careful of the type?' but no, From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries "A thousand types are gone. I care for nothing; all shall go. "Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death; The spirit does but mean the breath; I know no more.
Page 79 - Neglect had lavished on the ground Fragment of bread, she would collect the same ; For well she knew, and quaintly could expound, What sin it were to waste the smallest crumb she found.

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