Heroines of the Missionary Enterprise: Or, Sketches of Prominent Female Missionaries

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A. Hall, Virtue, and Company, 1854 - 312 Seiten
 

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Seite 79 - There is that scattereth, and yet increaseth; and there is that withholdeth more than is meet, but it tendeth to poverty.
Seite 68 - JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom spread from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Seite 24 - Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas...
Seite 267 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Seite 3 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till, o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb, for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Seite 19 - Word from the Greek, Latin, Saxon, German, Teutonic, Dutch, French, Spanish, and other Languages ; with their present Acceptation and Pronunciation.
Seite 102 - Welcome to a Land of Rest ! Thus the choir of angels sing, As they bear the soul on high, While with hallelujahs ring All the regions of the sky.
Seite 121 - Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To slumber in the silent dust. " Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, Invade thy bounds — no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose.
Seite 177 - What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring : Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O Grave ! where is thy Victory ? O Death ! where is thy Sting?
Seite 121 - No rude alarms of raging foes ; No cares to break the long repose ; No midnight shade, no...

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