Memoir of Mrs. Mary Howe ...: Containing Selections from Her Letters and Diary

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G. Lane & P. P. Sandford for the Methodist Episcopal Church, 1843 - 282 páginas
 

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Página 151 - No rude alarms of raging foes ; No cares to break the long repose ; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon.
Página 214 - Whose adorning, let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; but let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible ; even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of GOD of great price.
Página 127 - And dear to me the winged hour, Spent in thy hallow'd courts, O Lord ! To feel devotion's soothing power, And catch the manna of thy word. And dear to me the loud Amen...
Página 258 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Página 114 - Abraham that he would grant unto us, that we being delivered out of the hand of our " enemies, might serve him without fear, in holiness and righteousness before him, all the days of our life...
Página 153 - Christ, that, though he was rich, yet for our sakes he became poor, that we through his poverty might be rich.
Página 258 - ... the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer, But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth! The banquet hath its hour, Its feverish hour of mirth, and song, and wine ; There comes a day for grief's o'erwhelming power, A time for softer tears — but all are thine ! Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay, And smile at thee ! — but thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey...
Página 261 - The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry ? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the Spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
Página 54 - When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
Página 147 - THUS far the Lord has led me on ; Thus far his power prolongs my days ; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace.

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