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The Wallsend Miner, Or A Brief Memoir of the Life of William Crister
Повний перегляд - 1850
The Wall's End Miner: Or, a Brief Memoir of the Life of William Crister
James Everett,William Crister
Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2018
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Сторінка 57 - Go, and shew John again those things which YE do hear and see: the blind receive their sight, and the lame walk; the lepers are cleansed, and the deaf hear; the dead are raised up, and the poor have the gospel preached to them. And blessed is he, whosoever shall not
Сторінка 3 - is sure, making wise the simple ; the statutes of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart: the commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes: the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether, more to be desired than fine gold; sweeter also than the honey,
Сторінка 140 - For God speaketh once, yea, twice, yet man perceiveth it not. In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumbering upon the bed; then he openeth the ears of men, and
Сторінка 136 - Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, " The Christian's native air, " His watch-word at the gate of death ; " He enters heaven with prayer.
Сторінка 134 - Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity, Until death tramples it to fragments.
Сторінка 13 - My heart was hot within me; while I was musing the fire burned : then spake I with my tongue.
Сторінка 140 - I thought on my ways, and turned my feet unto thy testimonies. I made haste, and delayed not, to keep thy commandments.
Сторінка 91 - O that without a lingering groan, " I may the welcome word receive; " My body with my charge lay down, " And cease at once to work and live;