Life and Times of James B. Taylor

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Bible and publication society, 1872 - 359 σελίδες
 

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Σελίδα 322 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all: And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Σελίδα 72 - Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Σελίδα 42 - Thou shalt also be a crown of glory in the hand of the Lord, and a royal diadem in the hand of thy God.
Σελίδα 289 - Surely goodness and mercy have followed me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Σελίδα 198 - They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink of the river of thy pleasures. For with thee is the fountain of life: in thy light shall we see light.
Σελίδα 288 - With patient mind thy course of duty run, God nothing does, or suffers to be done; But thou wouldst do thyself, if thou couldst see The end of all events as well as he.
Σελίδα 239 - Behold, God is my salvation ; I will trust, and not be afraid ; for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song ; he also is become my salvation.
Σελίδα 287 - I count not myself to have apprehended, but this one thing I do, — forgetting the things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark, for the prize of the high calling of God^ in Christ Jesus.
Σελίδα 183 - I have commanded you, and lo ! I am with you alway, even to the end of the world.
Σελίδα 342 - O my coevals ! remnants of yourselves ! Poor human ruins, tottering o'er the grave ! Shall we, shall aged men, like aged trees, Strike deeper their vile root, and closer cling, Still more enamour'd of this wretched soil...

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