The World's Childhood: A Series of Sunday Evening Sermons from Themes Drawn from the First Three Chapters of Genesis, Band 20Funk & Wagnalls, 1910 - 363 Seiten |
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... eyes made clear by the Holy Spirit , the real wickedness of your sin against God . It might fill you with terror , it might fill your eyes with tears , but it would be the beginning of joy greater than you have ever known . On that dark ...
... eyes made clear by the Holy Spirit , the real wickedness of your sin against God . It might fill you with terror , it might fill your eyes with tears , but it would be the beginning of joy greater than you have ever known . On that dark ...
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... hopeless save that it was in the hands of the God who created it . If there had been a man at that time with eyes to peer through the darkness on that heaving mass of matter , he could not have dreamed of 13 A WORLD OF CHAOS.
... hopeless save that it was in the hands of the God who created it . If there had been a man at that time with eyes to peer through the darkness on that heaving mass of matter , he could not have dreamed of 13 A WORLD OF CHAOS.
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... eye , had there been one to look upon it , could have seen anything beau- tiful or lovable in it . But God saw the pos- sibilities that were there , when once there had been lavished upon it His infinite skill and loving care . So in ...
... eye , had there been one to look upon it , could have seen anything beau- tiful or lovable in it . But God saw the pos- sibilities that were there , when once there had been lavished upon it His infinite skill and loving care . So in ...
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... eyes so strange and tender , Waiting there . Open , open , once behold Him- Him , so fair . Ah , that door ! Why wilt Thou vex me , Coming ever to perplex me ? For the key is stiffly rusty , And the bolt is clogged and dusty . Many ...
... eyes so strange and tender , Waiting there . Open , open , once behold Him- Him , so fair . Ah , that door ! Why wilt Thou vex me , Coming ever to perplex me ? For the key is stiffly rusty , And the bolt is clogged and dusty . Many ...
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... piercéd hand still knocketh , And with ever - patient watching , With the sad eyes true and tender , With the glory - crowned hair , Still a God is waiting there . THE CREATION OF LIGHT " And the Lord said , 24 THE WORLD'S CHILDHOOD.
... piercéd hand still knocketh , And with ever - patient watching , With the sad eyes true and tender , With the glory - crowned hair , Still a God is waiting there . THE CREATION OF LIGHT " And the Lord said , 24 THE WORLD'S CHILDHOOD.
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Adam and Eve angels atmosphere beautiful Bible birds blessing Book of Proverbs bring Caliban child Christian Church clock cloud conscience creatures darkness death divine door dream earth evil eyes face father fear feet forever friends garden Garden of Eden Garden of God give Gleam glorious glory God's guilty hand heart heaven heavenly hope human Ibycus Jesus Christ John the Baptist Judas Iscariot Julian Hawthorne light living look Lord Mahalath man's mind moral morning mother mountain ness never night pass picture poem poet poison preacher radium rivers Satan Savior says seeking sermon Setebos shadow shine sings sinner sins sorrow soul speak spirit stars story sweet tell temptation tempted thee theme things thou thought thousand tion to-day true truth turned unto voice waters woman women wonderful word
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Seite 204 - And he showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of GOD and of the Lamb. In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month : and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Seite 28 - Thou compassest my path and my lying down, And art acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word in my tongue, But, lo, O Lord, Thou knowest it altogether.
Seite 224 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Seite 295 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Seite 185 - I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Seite 332 - I FLED Him, down the nights and down the days ; I fled Him, down the arches of the years ; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind ; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped ; And shot, precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
Seite 178 - From branch to branch the smaller birds with song Solaced the woods, and spread their painted wings Till even ; nor then the solemn nightingale Ceased warbling, but all night tuned her soft lays : Others, on silver lakes and rivers, bathed Their downy breasts ; the swan with arched neck Between her white wings, mantling proudly, rows Her state with oary feet...
Seite 204 - And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him: And they shall see his face ; and his name shall be in their foreheads.
Seite 104 - And all the host of heaven shall be dissolved, and the heavens shall be rolled together as a scroll: and all their host shall fall down, as the leaf falleth off from the vine, and as a falling fig from the fig tree.
Seite 284 - In that same hour and hall, The fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall, And wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; — A solitary hand Along the letters ran, And traced them like a wand.