The Bible class magazine [ed. by C.H. Bateman]., Томи 13 – 14 |
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... returned , to say the prince was asleep , and none dare wake him before a certain time on pain of death . Before that time came it was too late to relieve them , only twenty - three survived . It is never too early , or too late , or ...
... returned , to say the prince was asleep , and none dare wake him before a certain time on pain of death . Before that time came it was too late to relieve them , only twenty - three survived . It is never too early , or too late , or ...
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... returned to a house that stood in its own garden in Maida Vale . A house which now was shut into a nook between two modern mansions that flanked it on either side , and gave a look of dulness and isolation to a dwelling which once had ...
... returned to a house that stood in its own garden in Maida Vale . A house which now was shut into a nook between two modern mansions that flanked it on either side , and gave a look of dulness and isolation to a dwelling which once had ...
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... returned to the writers upon ap- plication . Other competitions will be announced at intervals . A large number of MSS . have been sent in by competitors for the prizes offered for an Essay on " The teaching of the Word of God ...
... returned to the writers upon ap- plication . Other competitions will be announced at intervals . A large number of MSS . have been sent in by competitors for the prizes offered for an Essay on " The teaching of the Word of God ...
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... returned Jim , saucily . " None of your impudence ; go and get on with your packing , " said the foreman , and turning to Tom he set him to get some string out of tangle , remarking as he did so that he did not suppose he could do it ...
... returned Jim , saucily . " None of your impudence ; go and get on with your packing , " said the foreman , and turning to Tom he set him to get some string out of tangle , remarking as he did so that he did not suppose he could do it ...
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... returned to the beer - shops to satiate their craving for excite- ment , or perhaps , in a few rare instances , to drown remorse in the foaming glass , or to drive from their remembrance the beautiful wan face of their victim . Only one ...
... returned to the beer - shops to satiate their craving for excite- ment , or perhaps , in a few rare instances , to drown remorse in the foaming glass , or to drive from their remembrance the beautiful wan face of their victim . Only one ...
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Сторінка 179 - Abide with me; fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide. When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see; 0 Thou who changest not, abide with me.
Сторінка 179 - I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless ; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness ; Where is death's sting ? Where, grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes ; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O LORD, abide with me.
Сторінка 106 - On Thee, at the creation, The light first had its birth; On Thee, for our salvation, Christ rose from depths of earth; On Thee, our Lord victorious The Spirit sent from heaven, And thus on Thee, most glorious, A triple light was given.
Сторінка 179 - Come not in terrors, as the King of kings; But kind and good, with healing in thy wings, Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea; Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.
Сторінка 180 - LORD, with what care hast thou begirt us round ! Parents first season us : then schoolmasters Deliver us to laws ; they send us bound To rules of reason, holy messengers, Pulpits and Sundays, sorrow dogging sin, Afflictions sorted, anguish of all sizes. Fine nets and stratagems to catch us in, Bibles laid open, millions of surprises, Blessings beforehand, ties of gratefulness, The sound of glory ringing in our ears ; Without, our shame ; within, our consciences ; Angels and grace, eternal hopes and...
Сторінка 164 - Both riches and honour come of thee, and thou reignest over all; and in thine hand is power and might; and in thine hand it is to make great, and to give strength unto all.
Сторінка 200 - The men of Dedan were thy merchants; many isles were the merchandise of thine hand: they brought thee for a present horns of ivory and ebony.
Сторінка 145 - I spent long years for thee; Hast thou spent one for Me ? My Father's house of light, My rainbow-circled throne, • I left for earthly night, For wanderings sad and lone. I left it all for thee; Hast thou left aught for Me?
Сторінка 179 - What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me. I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless, Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is Death's sting ? where, Grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Сторінка 215 - THERE is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains.