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The Abbey of S. Mary, Newbottle: A Memorial of the Royal Visit, 1907
John Charles Carrick
Sin vista previa disponible - 2016
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Página 165 - His death and passion: and grant, that the grace of God, which bringeth salvation, may effectually teach and persuade me to deny ungodliness and worldly lusts, and to live soberly, righteously, and godly in this present world...
Página 203 - Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee ? When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall I see...
Página 150 - Obey them that have the rule over you, and submit yourselves : for they watch for your souls, as they that must give an account, that they may do it with joy, and not with grief.
Página 66 - IT is not work that kills men ; it is worry. "Work is healthy ; you can hardly put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry is rust upon the blade. It is not the revolution that destroys the machinery, but the friction. Fear secretes acids ; but love and trust are sweet juices.
Página 307 - The silent heart which grief assails, Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales; Sees daisies open, rivers run, And seeks (as I have vainly done) Amusing thought; but learns to know That Solitude's the nurse of woe.
Página 203 - When shall my sorrows have an end ? Thy joys, when shall I see ? 2 O happy harbor of God's saints ! O sweet and pleasant soil ! In thee no sorrow can be found, Nor grief, nor care, nor toil.
Página 32 - The children which thou shalt have, after thou hast lost the other, shall say again in thine ears, The place is too strait for me : give place to me that I may dwell.
Página 160 - He used often to say, that if he were to choose a place to die in, it should be an inn ; it looking like a pilgrim's going home, to whom this world was all as an inn, and who was weary of the noise and confusion in it x.