Fragments from the Study of a Pastor, Band 1

Cover
John S. Taylor, 1838
 

Was andere dazu sagen - Rezension schreiben

Es wurden keine Rezensionen gefunden.

Ausgewählte Seiten

Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen

Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen

Beliebte Passagen

Seite 28 - My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him. * He only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defence; I shall not be moved.
Seite 18 - Though ye have lien among the pots, yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold.
Seite 31 - Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved ? I raised thee up under the apple tree : there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.
Seite 52 - There if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God ! There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays ; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.
Seite 34 - Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man the things that God hath prepared for them that love him.
Seite 40 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us-! " The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Seite 34 - Glory is a strange thing to men that are on this side of heaven ; it is that which eye hath not seen nor ear heard, nor hath entered into the heart of man...
Seite 26 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades. There was I found by One who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore, And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live.
Seite 36 - If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth ; If I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Bibliografische Informationen