The Sabbath Scholars' Treasury and Juvenile Missionary Record, Volumen1Paton and Ritchie, 1860 |
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... hand a pot of gold pieces ; and when she drew near , she laid them down at the children's feet , saying , in a sweet ... hands over their gifts , and then each ran to hide his pot in his own favourite nook . After that , I saw that they ...
... hand a pot of gold pieces ; and when she drew near , she laid them down at the children's feet , saying , in a sweet ... hands over their gifts , and then each ran to hide his pot in his own favourite nook . After that , I saw that they ...
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... Hand into which you gave them each day has restored them an hundred - fold . Hap- py child ! Did you see that the Hand was as if it had been pierced through with a nail ? It is a tender as well as a wonderful Hand ; and here it has made ...
... Hand into which you gave them each day has restored them an hundred - fold . Hap- py child ! Did you see that the Hand was as if it had been pierced through with a nail ? It is a tender as well as a wonderful Hand ; and here it has made ...
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... hand , -not much more than a torch , not throwing a bright light on all his future course , but shining around his feet , and shewing him just where to take the next step . Do you not think he prized his little lamp ? Without it he ...
... hand , -not much more than a torch , not throwing a bright light on all his future course , but shining around his feet , and shewing him just where to take the next step . Do you not think he prized his little lamp ? Without it he ...
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... hand from hand , as down , hundreds , old and young , strong and weak , were swept into that grave ; and last , the storm roaring over its feast in savage joy , as if never from its maw it would give up the dead ! What an awful abyss to ...
... hand from hand , as down , hundreds , old and young , strong and weak , were swept into that grave ; and last , the storm roaring over its feast in savage joy , as if never from its maw it would give up the dead ! What an awful abyss to ...
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... hand by Captain M'Clintock in the Fox , a little craft that had been a summer yacht , but was taken down , and almost quite rebuilt , to fit her for her task . How the brave M'Clintock and his twenty- VOL . I - No 2 . OVER THE BAR ...
... hand by Captain M'Clintock in the Fox , a little craft that had been a summer yacht , but was taken down , and almost quite rebuilt , to fit her for her task . How the brave M'Clintock and his twenty- VOL . I - No 2 . OVER THE BAR ...
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Página 112 - And another angel came out from the altar, which had power over fire: and cried with a loud cry to him that had the sharp sickle, saying, Thrust in thy sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth: for her grapes are fully ripe.
Página 88 - Enter ye in at the strait gate : for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat : because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.
Página 130 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Página 137 - 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?
Página 31 - I DO not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road ; I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me Aught of its load...