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Σελίδα 107 - 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. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?
Σελίδα 48 - Speak gently to the aged one, Grieve not the careworn heart ; The sands of life are nearly run — Let such in peace depart. Speak gently, kindly, to the poor, Let no harsh tone be heard ; They have enough they must endure, Without an unkind word. Speak gently to the erring ; know They...
Σελίδα 106 - Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body what ye shall put on. Behold the fowls of the air; for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.
Σελίδα 40 - Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble. The Lord will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies. The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
Σελίδα 118 - In my hand no price I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath. When mine eyelids close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne, Rock of ages ! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee . HYMN 140.