The Children's friend [ed.] by W.C. Wilson [and others].

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William Carus Wilson
1826
 

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Página 11 - And when he came to himself, he said. How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare ; and I perish with hunger. I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him. Father, I have sinned against heaven and before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son ; make me as one of thy hired servants.
Página 256 - For what glory is it, if, when ye be buffeted for your faults, ye shall take it patiently? but if, when ye do well, and suffer for it, ye take it patiently, this is acceptable with God.
Página 38 - For it is written in the law of Moses, Thou shalt not muzzle the mouth of the ox that treadeth out the corn.
Página 97 - And the Lord said, Simon, Simon, behold, Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you, as wheat: but I have prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not ; and when thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren.
Página 98 - For it was not an enemy that reproached me ; Then I could have borne it : Neither was it he that hated me that did magnify himself against me ; Then I would have hid myself from him : But it was thou, a man mine equal, My guide, and mine acquaintance. We took sweet counsel together, And walked unto the house of God in company.
Página 72 - A feeble voice was heard to implore: " Cold blows the blast across the moor, The sleet drives hissing in the wind; Yon toilsome mountain lies before, A dreary, treeless waste behind. " My eyes are weak and dim with age; No road, no path, can I descry; And these poor rags ill stand the rage . Of such a keen inclement sky. ' So faint I am — these tottering feet No more my palsied frame can bear; My freezing heart forgets to beat, And drifting snows my tomb prepare.
Página 284 - LOVE divine, how sweet Thou art When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by Thee ? I thirst, I faint, I die to prove The greatness of redeeming love, The love of Christ to me...
Página 60 - Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
Página 63 - PRECIOUS Bible ! what a treasure Does the word of God afford ! All I want for life or pleasure, FOOD and MED'CINE, SHIELD and SWORD: Let the world account me poor, Having this I need no more. 2 FOOD to which the world's a stranger, Here my hungry soul enjoys ; Of excess there is no danger, Though it fills, it never cloys : On a dying Christ I feed, He is meat and drink indeed...
Página 72 - My eyes are weak and dim with age ; No road, no path can I descry ; And these poor rags ill stand the rage Of such a keen, inclement sky. ' So faint I am, these tottering feet No more my feeble frame can bear ; My sinking heart forgets to beat, And drifting snows my tomb prepare.

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