The Mothers' treasury, Volum 7


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Pągina 185 - Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath : neither give place to the devil.
Pągina 26 - Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?
Pągina 29 - Behold, I stand at the door, and knock : if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and sup with him, and he with me.
Pągina 182 - And he led them forth by the right way, That they might go to a city of habitation. Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness, And for his wonderful works to the children of men!
Pągina 107 - The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
Pągina 52 - Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house: thy children like olive plants round about thy table.
Pągina 24 - Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river — Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God.
Pągina 152 - DOUND upon th' accursed tree, ^-* Faint and bleeding, who is He? By the eyes so pale and dim, Streaming blood, and writhing limb ; By the flesh, with scourges torn ; By the crown of twisted thorn ; By the side so deeply pierced ; By the baffled, burning thirst ; By the drooping death-dewed brow : Son of Man, 'tis Thou ! 'tis Thou ! Bound upon th' accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is He?
Pągina 59 - ROCK ME TO SLEEP. Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart, as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep; — Rock me to sleep, mother, —rock me to sleep ! Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
Pągina 151 - OLORD of heaven, and earth, and sea, To Thee all praise and glory be ; How shall we show our love to Thee, Who givest all...

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