The Day of days, conducted by C. Bullock, Band 11,Ausgaben 1-12

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Charles Bullock
1882
 

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Seite 271 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my Guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside.
Seite 9 - One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach.
Seite 131 - Or that the past will always win A glory from its being far; And orb into the perfect star We saw not, when we moved therein?
Seite 90 - Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation or distress or persecution or famine or nakedness or peril or sword? As it is written, For Thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.
Seite 267 - And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.
Seite 249 - Dungeon, when I may as well walk at liberty ! I have a Key in my bosom called Promise, that will, I am persuaded, open any Lock in Doubting Castle. Then said Hopeful, That's good news; good Brother, pluck it out of thy bosom and try.
Seite 265 - As frost-nipt suns look sadly. Then we will sing, and shine all our own day, And one another pay : His beams shall cheer my breast, and both so twine. Till even his beams sing, and my music shine.
Seite 230 - Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need
Seite 151 - Highland mountains and echoing streams, and of birchen glades breathing their balm, while the deer was seen glancing in sunshine remote, and the deep mellow crush of the wood-pigeon's note made music that sweetened the calm. Not a pastoral song has a pleasanter tune than ye speak to my heart, little wildings of June : of old ruinous castles ye tell, where I thought it delightful your beauties to find, when the magic of Nature first breathed on my mind, and your blossoms were part of her spell.
Seite 63 - I believe, towards the close of the last century, and the beginning of the present, sent out more living writers, in its proportion, than any other school.

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