Rev. William S. White, D.D., and His Times. [1800-1873]: An Autobiography

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Presbyterian committee of publication, 1891 - 284 páginas
 

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Página 54 - My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched ; That, after Last, returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched ; That what began best, can't end worst, Nor what God blessed once, prove accurst.
Página 245 - I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin, Temptation without and corruption within: E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 3 I would not live alway...
Página 155 - HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled...
Página 208 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Página 245 - Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren, transported, to greet ; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.
Página 202 - I would therefore call the special attention of Congress to the subject, and respectfully suggest the propriety of passing such a law as will prohibit, under severe penalties, the circulation in the Southern States, through the mail, of incendiary publications intended to instigate the slaves to insurrection.
Página 244 - I WOULD not live alway : I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway...
Página 116 - The hills melted like wax at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth.
Página 209 - For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock.
Página 134 - O ! glorious hour ! O ! blest abode ! I shall be near, and like my God ! And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul.

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