The Lamp of love, ed. by C.H. Bateman |
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... speak of that ? Is there a man who would not have done the same ? " Then the hermit wept , and said , " I thank thee : thou hast taught me my duty . Thou , a poor minstrel , hast done more good than I whom men call a holy hermit . I see ...
... speak of that ? Is there a man who would not have done the same ? " Then the hermit wept , and said , " I thank thee : thou hast taught me my duty . Thou , a poor minstrel , hast done more good than I whom men call a holy hermit . I see ...
Sivu 14
... speaking to her without being observed . At length one of them contrived to ask , in a whisper- " Where is your Bible ? " " Gone , " was the hurried reply ; " they took it from me and burned it , but they cannot take what is trea- sured ...
... speaking to her without being observed . At length one of them contrived to ask , in a whisper- " Where is your Bible ? " " Gone , " was the hurried reply ; " they took it from me and burned it , but they cannot take what is trea- sured ...
Sivu 39
... speak from the heart , they don't often use fine words . " From that night there was daily worship in Samuel Dale's house . One evening , about a month after Uncle William had gone to his own lodgings , Mr Leigh returned from the office ...
... speak from the heart , they don't often use fine words . " From that night there was daily worship in Samuel Dale's house . One evening , about a month after Uncle William had gone to his own lodgings , Mr Leigh returned from the office ...
Sivu 43
... speaking like a king ! These girls and I , who have part in the kingdom of heaven , we will teach you to talk royally . The Guisarts , all your people , and yourself , cannot compel a potter to bow down to images of clay ! " WINTER ...
... speaking like a king ! These girls and I , who have part in the kingdom of heaven , we will teach you to talk royally . The Guisarts , all your people , and yourself , cannot compel a potter to bow down to images of clay ! " WINTER ...
Sivu 50
... speak of , what of him ? " " He's everything that's bad , sir . The neighbours say that he doesn't sell as much fish in a year as would find salt to his porridge , and he and his son Jack go about robbing hen - roosts , and whatever ...
... speak of , what of him ? " " He's everything that's bad , sir . The neighbours say that he doesn't sell as much fish in a year as would find salt to his porridge , and he and his son Jack go about robbing hen - roosts , and whatever ...
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
angry Annie asked beautiful Bible bird blessed boat bright brother called Charlie child Christ City of Destruction Clayton colporteur cried dear Dora earth exclaimed eyes father feel felt flowers friends Garner George give God's hand happy hear heard heart heaven Herbert holy hope Jesus Jesus Christ JOHN REYNOLDS Julia knew laugh Leigh ligion little boy little girl little sweep live lonely look Lord mamma Mary Moab morning mother Nancy never night passed Pilgrim's Progress play poor pray prayer replied Ribbleton Sabbath Saviour seemed Sepoys sing Sister Theresa smile soon soul sound of music St Petersburg stop story sunbeam sure sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand leaves told trees Uncle William voice Wellingborough wife wind wish wonder woods words
Suositut otteet
Sivu 133 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Sivu 146 - tis here denied thee In solitude to pray, Should holy thoughts come o'er thee When friends are round thy way ; E'en then the silent breathing Of thy spirit raised above, Will reach His throne of glory, Who is mercy, truth, and love.
Sivu 137 - Along the emblazoned wall. This was the bravest warrior That ever buckled sword, This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word; And never earth's philosopher Traced, with his golden pen, On the deathless page, truths half so sage As he wrote down for men.
Sivu 137 - This was the bravest warrior That ever buckled sword; This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word; And never earth's philosopher Traced, with his golden pen, On the deathless page truths half so sage As he wrote down for men. And had he not high honor?
Sivu 146 - Remember all who love thee, All who are loved by thee ; Pray, too, for those who hate thee, If any such there be ; Then for thyself in meekness, A blessing humbly claim, And link with each petition Thy great Redeemer's name.
Sivu 138 - Incarnate Son of God. O lonely grave in Moab's land ! O dark Beth-Peor's hill ! Speak to these curious hearts of ours, And teach them to be still. God hath His mysteries of grace, Ways that we cannot tell ; He hides them deep, like the hidden sleep Of him He loved so well.
Sivu 136 - Noiselessly as the daylight Comes back when night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun. Noiselessly as the spring-time Her crown of verdure weaves. And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves...
Sivu 136 - By Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab, There lies a lonely grave. And no man knows that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there.
Sivu 146 - Oh ! not a joy or blessing, With this can we compare,— The power that he hath given us To pour our souls in prayer. Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness, Before his footstool fall, And remember in thy gladness His grace who gave thee all.
Sivu 136 - Open their thousand leaves : So, without sound of music, Or voice of them that wept, Silently down, from the mountain's crown, The great procession swept. Perchance the bald old eagle, On gray Bethpeor's height, Out of his rocky eyrie Looked on the wondrous sight...