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William and Frederick G. Cash, 1853 - 279 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 243 - For we are saved by hope : but hope that is seen is not hope : for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for? But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it.
Pàgina 239 - But the Lord said unto me; Say not, I am a child, for thou shalt go to all that I shall send thee, and whatsoever I command thee thou shalt speak.
Pàgina 35 - It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart.
Pàgina 118 - Ye are the salt of the earth" — " Ye are the light of the world.
Pàgina 207 - Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin; and yet I say unto you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Pàgina 94 - The night is far spent, the day is at hand : let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light. 13 Let us walk honestly, as in the day : not in rioting and drunkenness, not in chambering and wantonness, not in strife and envying.
Pàgina 239 - Then was the iron, the clay, the brass, the silver, and the gold, broken to pieces together, and became like the chaff of the summer threshingfloors; and the wind carried them away, that no place was found for them: and the stone that smote the image became a great mountain, and filled the whole earth.
Pàgina 207 - The day is thine, the night also is thine: thou hast prepared the light and the sun. Thou hast set all the borders of the earth: thou hast made summer and winter.
Pàgina 114 - He praised perhaps for ages yet to come, She never heard of half a mile from home : He lost in errors his vain heart prefers, She safe in the simplicity of hers.
Pàgina 259 - Falsely luxurious, will not man awake ; And, springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour, To meditation due and sacred song ? For is there aught in sleep "Can charm the wise ? To lie in dead oblivion, losing half The fleeting moments of too short a life ; Total extinction of th' enlighten'd soul ! Or else to feverish vanity alive, Wilderd, and tossing through distemper'd dreams?

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