The voice of thanksgiving, a selection of passages, in prose and verse, from various Christian authors by the compiler of 'The invalid's own book' [signing herself L.A.D.].

Knight&Son, 1861 - 136 pàgines

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Pàgina 41 - Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water: thou preparest them corn, when thou hast so provided for it.
Pàgina 124 - How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
Pàgina 132 - After this I beheld, and lo, a great multitude, which no man could number, of all nations and kindreds and people and tongues, stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and palms in their hands ; And cried with a loud voice ; saying; Salvation to our God which sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb.
Pàgina 125 - The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no, never, no, never forsake.
Pàgina 47 - How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God ! how great is the sum of them. If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.
Pàgina 9 - That we on Earth, with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise; As once we did, till disproportion'd sin Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair music that all creatures made To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd In perfect diapason, whilst they stood In first obedience, and their state of good.
Pàgina 37 - God, before whom my fathers Abraham and Isaac did walk, the God which fed me all my life long unto this day, the Angel which redeemed me from all evil, bless the lads; and let my name be named on them, and the name of my fathers Abraham and Isaac; and let them grow into a multitude in the midst of the earth.
Pàgina 58 - WHAT shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown ? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. 2 Among the saints that fill thy house, My offerings shall be paid ; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made.
Pàgina 28 - JOY is a fruit that will not grow In nature's barren soil ; All we can boast till Christ we know, Is vanity and toil. 2 But where the Lord has planted grace, And made his glories known, There fruits of heavenly joy and peace Are found, and there alone.
Pàgina 109 - I thank Thee more that all our joy Is touched with pain ; That shadows fall on brightest hours ; That thorns remain ; So that earth's bliss may be our guide, And not our chain.

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