Via Mystica: A Devotional Treatise on the Life of Prayer, Based Upon the Song of Songs

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Society for promoting Christian knowledge, 1925 - 397 страница
 

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Страница 160 - BEHOLD, thou art fair, my love ; Behold, thou art fair ; Thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks : Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That appear from mount Gilead.
Страница 83 - And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience ; .and patience, experience; and experience, hope: and hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.
Страница 393 - O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the secret places of the stairs, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, And thy countenance is comely.
Страница 328 - And the Lord said, Behold, there is a place by me, and thou shalt stand upon a rock : and it shall come to pass, while my glory passeth by, that I will put thee in a clift of the rock, and will cover thee with my hand while I pass by: and I will take away mine hand, and thou shalt see my back parts : but my face shall not be seen.
Страница 242 - I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
Страница 314 - And I will betroth thee unto me for ever; yea, I will betroth thee unto me in righteousness, and in judgment, and in lovingkindness, and in mercies. I will even betroth thee unto me in faithfulness : and thou shalt know the LORD.
Страница 131 - I will rise now, and go about the city In the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth : I sought him, but I found him not.
Страница 392 - Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Страница 85 - As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my tasle. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
Страница 137 - It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her dial conceived me.

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