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Страница 68 - Whose adorning, let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; but let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the orna-ment of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.
Страница 200 - Not unto us, O Lord ! not unto us, But to thy name, be all the glory...
Страница 40 - His hand will smooth my rugged way, And lead me to the realms of day ; To milder skies and brighter plains, Where everlasting pleasure reigns.
Страница 155 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish and for us they die...
Страница 162 - The music of Carryl was, like the memory of joys that are past, pleasant and mournful to the soul.
Страница 192 - A broken reed, at best, and oft a spear, On whose sharp point, peace bleeds and hope expires !" Where is the ark of safety for that wretch, Who dares reject a Saviour's proffered Love?
Страница 185 - Now launch the boat upon the wave ; The wind is blowing off the shore. I will not live, a cowering slave, In these polluted islands more ; Beyond the wild, dark-heaving sea There is a better home for me.
Страница 149 - Ephraim my dear son ? is he a pleasant child ? for since I spake against him, I do earnestly remember him still : therefore my bowels are troubled for him ; I will surely have mercy upon him, saith the Lord.
Страница 186 - Oh ! woman's heart is like the rose, That glows beneath the tropic's flame, That blooms as sweet 'mid northern snows, For ever lovely — and the same. Whate'er her rank — whate'er her lot, Where'er her gentle influence ranges, The art to bless is ne'er forgot, The will to comfort never changes.