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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 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.