The Leisure Hour, Volumen6

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William Haig Miller, James Macaulay, William Stevens
W. Stevens, printer, 1857
 

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Página 192 - Come with us, let us lay wait for blood, let us lurk privily for the innocent without cause...
Página 24 - I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake ; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood ; and the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind.
Página 145 - On the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him: he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him: But he knoweth the way that I take : when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
Página 144 - In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand: for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good.
Página 320 - Redeemer, who is able to save to the uttermost all that come unto God by Him.
Página 206 - And I say unto you my friends, Be not afraid of them that kill the body, and after that have no more that they can do. But I will forewarn you whom ye shall fear: Fear him, which after he hath killed hath power to cast into hell; yea, I say unto you, Fear him.
Página 45 - Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice...
Página 426 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Página 128 - But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore : ye are of more value than many sparrows.
Página 194 - I, even I, am he that comforteth you : who art thou, that thou shouldest be afraid of a man that shall die, and of the son of man which shall be made as grass...

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