The Sacred Offering, Volumen2

Mary Anne Roscoe Jevons
J. Dowe, 1838 - 216 páginas

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Página 201 - Leave thy fatherless children, I will preserve them alive; and let thy widows trust in me.
Página 47 - Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices, to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive...
Página 36 - It is not the will of our Father which is in heaven that one of these little ones should perish.
Página 81 - I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in Me shall live even if he dies, and everyone who lives and believes in Me shall never die.
Página 16 - And lights, that tell of cheerful homes, appear Far off, and die like hope amid the glooms. A mournful wind across the landscape flies, And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs. And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on, Watching the stars that roll the hours away, Till the faint light that guides me now is gone, And, like another life, the glorious day Shall open o'er me from the empyreal height, With warmth, and certainty, and boundless light.
Página 15 - Glance through, and leave unwarmed the death-like air. The trampled earth returns a sound of fear — A hollow sound, as if I walked on tombs ; And lights, that tell of cheerful homes, appear Far off, and die like hope amid the glooms.
Página 81 - mid the strife Of earthly care ; and then I follow thee To the cold grave where Lazarus is laid. I see thy tears, and Mary asks thine aid, — The aid is present. " That thou hearedst me, Father, I thank thee...
Página 82 - ... the heavenly Teacher said, " All ye with labor and with toil opprest, And I will give your wearied spirits rest ; And bear my yoke, and in my footsteps tread, For I am meek and lowly, and will lead Your souls to peace ; for gentle is my yoke, My burden light." O, not in vain were spoke, Saviour, thy words of mercy, still decreed To cheer my drooping soul, upon its way Through earthly scenes of trial, care, and strife ! Yes, I will come to thee ; thy words of life Shall calm each anxious thought,...
Página 128 - GREAT Author of the world, I bow Beneath thy chastening rod ; And at thy feet I lay me low, My Father and my God.
Página 213 - Gethsemane, With his disciples, and said, " Sit ye here, While I go hence to pray:" then sudden fear And heavy sorrow, with the agony Of thought, came o'er him; and, as he went on, He fell upon his face, and deeply prayed; " Father! if it be possible," he said, " Let this cup pass from me." Absorbed, alone, He poured his soul to heaven, and humbly strove For perfect confidence; " yet not as I, But as Thou wilt, my Father," was his cry; And his pale lips moved with submissive love.

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