The Sabbath Scholars' Treasury and Juvenile Missionary Record, Volumen1Paton and Ritchie, 1860 |
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... rest were coming . The cry of home was on every lip on board , as you may well guess , and the sweet thoughts of home in every heart . Well , as the ship was making way up the channel , and was just a few miles from Liverpool- as one ...
... rest were coming . The cry of home was on every lip on board , as you may well guess , and the sweet thoughts of home in every heart . Well , as the ship was making way up the channel , and was just a few miles from Liverpool- as one ...
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... rest - her return home - her flinging herself on her mother's neck and weeping tears of penitence -her betaking herself to the study of the great secret she had learned - the beauty that day by day began to take the place of her old ...
... rest - her return home - her flinging herself on her mother's neck and weeping tears of penitence -her betaking herself to the study of the great secret she had learned - the beauty that day by day began to take the place of her old ...
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afterwards burying their bodies under the piles upon which it is to rest . NATIVE SCHOOLS . The first step in the road to knowledge is commonly taken in a vernacular school . There the young Hindoo ac- quires some acquaintance with his ...
afterwards burying their bodies under the piles upon which it is to rest . NATIVE SCHOOLS . The first step in the road to knowledge is commonly taken in a vernacular school . There the young Hindoo ac- quires some acquaintance with his ...
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... rest I cannot tell . Knowest thou this mighty river Rushing through every clime , Its swift waves ceasing never ? — It is the stream of Time . On its tide we all are going Through sunshine and through night , And its waters are coldly ...
... rest I cannot tell . Knowest thou this mighty river Rushing through every clime , Its swift waves ceasing never ? — It is the stream of Time . On its tide we all are going Through sunshine and through night , And its waters are coldly ...
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... rest on such institu- tions as these . SEALCOTE . " The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the Church . " Sealcote ... rests there . To the memory of those 47 THE SABBATH SCHOLAR'S TREASURY .
... rest on such institu- tions as these . SEALCOTE . " The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the Church . " Sealcote ... rests there . To the memory of those 47 THE SABBATH SCHOLAR'S TREASURY .
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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...