Early graves, a book for the bereaved, Número 322

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James Nisbet & Company, 1883 - 380 páginas
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Página 289 - I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find me.
Página 292 - And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess ; but be filled with the spirit; speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord; giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ; submitting yourselves one to another in the fear of God.
Página 44 - Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, Whose hope is in the LORD his God...
Página 121 - Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him: but weep sore for him that goeth away: for he shall return no more, nor see his native country.
Página 62 - Now, when he came nigh to the gate of the city, behold, there was a dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow ; and much people of the city was with her. 13 And when the Lord saw her, he had compassion on her, and said unto her, Weep not.
Página 14 - The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Página 171 - I am he that liveth and was dead : and behold, I am alive for evermore : and have the keys of hell and of death.
Página 86 - And they laughed him to scorn. ' But when he had put them all out, he taketh the father and the mother of the damsel, and them that were with him, and entereth in where the damsel was lying.
Página 352 - The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me; I found trouble and sorrow. Then called I upon the name of the Lord; O Lord, I beseech Thee, deliver my soul.
Página 225 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...

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