Echoes from our Paris homes [afterw.] Echoes from Paris. no.1-pt.22, nos.11/12; new ser., no.1-3; new cent. ser., 1901, [no.1]-3

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Página 23 - Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning ; For in thee do I trust: Cause me to know the way wherein I should walk ; For I lift up my soul unto thee.* 9 Deliver me, O LORD, from mine enemies : I flee unto thee to hide me.
Página 146 - THERE is no unbelief; Whoever plants a seed beneath the sod And waits to see it push away the clod, He trusts in God. Whoever says when clouds are in the sky, "Be patient, heart; light breaketh by and by,
Página 126 - So foolish was I, and ignorant : I was as a beast before thee. Nevertheless I am continually with thee : Thou hast holden me by my right hand. Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, And afterward receive me to glory.
Página 93 - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me: Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
Página 3 - FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat : "Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
Página 49 - There is a line, by us unseen, That crosses every path ; The hidden boundary between God's patience and his wrath. To pass that limit is to die, To die as if by stealth ; It does not quench the beaming eye, Or pale the glow of health.
Página 49 - It were better for, him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones.
Página 146 - Whoever lies down on his couch to sleep, Content to lock each sense in slumber deep, Knows God will keep. Whoever says "To-morrow," "The unknown," "The future," trusts that Power alone He dares disown.
Página 46 - Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command, A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill, A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.
Página 174 - For ye have the poor with you always, and whensoever ye will, ye may do them good : but me ye have not always.

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