My brother's keeper, by Amy Lothrop. By miss Wetherell

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Pàgina 145 - My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.
Pàgina 59 - ... eye of the Lord is upon them that fear him, Upon them that hope in his mercy ; To deliver their soul from death, And to keep them alive in famine.
Pàgina 81 - For the kingdom of heaven is as a man travelling into a far country, who called his own servants, and delivered unto them his goods. And unto one he gave five talents, to another two, and to another one; to every man according to his several ability; and straightway took his journey.
Pàgina 189 - And he humbled thee, and suffered thee to hunger, and fed thee with manna, which thou knewest not, neither did thy fathers know; that he might make thee know that man doth not live by bread only, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of the Lord doth man live.
Pàgina 127 - In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. And there shall be no more curse...
Pàgina 135 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Pàgina 145 - For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen, O God, beside thee, what he hath prepared for him that waiteth for him.
Pàgina 81 - And so he that had received five talents came and brought other five talents, saying, Lord, thou deliveredst unto me five talents : behold I have gained beside them five talents more.
Pàgina 194 - My covenant will I not break, nor alter the thing that is gone out of my lips.
Pàgina 164 - Amen ; so let it be : Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.

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