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Página 2 - in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble." Now, my dear friends, try to recall the joy and peace and thankfulness that have ever filled your hearts when you became thoroughly
Página 119 - to be with him in some sympathy of purpose, and, if possible, to be like him in some similarity of nature ? " As I take it," says Carlyle, " Universal History, the history of what man has accomplished in this world, is at bottom the history of the great men who have worked here,' So all absorbing seems in his philosophy the
Página 34 - Oh that I could bid them with His voice to persevere because there is light ahead, and yet to be thankful even now for the culture of the darkness ! " Whither I go thou canst not follow me now, but thou shalt follow me afterwards.
Página 307 - we have eaten and drunk in Thy presence, and Thou hast taught in our streets." And then He answered them, "I never knew you. Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity.
Página 38 - fury, and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my gar ments, and I will stain all my raiment. For the day of vengeance is in mine heart, and the year of my redeemed in
Página 332 - fly; Life, like a dome of many-colored glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity, Until death tramples it to fragment*