Thoughts for the Weary and the SorrowfulA&C Black, 1882 - 273 pages |
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Abraham Author bear beauty beginning believe better bring carry Christ Christian comes comfort common consolation continual cross dark death deep divine dust duty dying earth eternal face faith father fear feel Finisher follow future give given glory God's grace growing hand hard healing heart heaven hills hold holiness hope human Jacob Jesus keep kingdom knoweth known leave less light live look Lord means ment mind mortal mountain natural never night once pain pass perfect perhaps poor presence providence rest seal seems sense separate shadow sinking sometimes soon sorrow soul speak spirit spring stand strength suffer surely tells thee things thou thought tion toil touch trouble true trust unto wait walking weary whole
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Page 6 - And his sons Isaac and Ishmael buried him in the cave of Machpelah, in the field of Ephron the son of Zohar the Hittite, which is before Mamre; The field which Abraham purchased of the sons of Heth: there was Abraham buried, and Sarah his wife.
Page 6 - Isaac were an hundred and fourscore years ; and Isaac gave up the ghost, and died, and was gathered unto his people, being old and full of days : and his sons Esau and Jacob buried him.
Page 66 - To him the porter openeth; and the sheep hear his voice; and he calleth his own sheep by name, and leadeth them out. And when he putteth forth his own sheep, he goeth before them, and the sheep follow him; for they know his voice.
Page 6 - And when Jacob had made an end of commanding his Sons, he gathered up his Feet into the Bed, and yielded up the Ghoft, and was gathered unto his People, CHAP.
Page 149 - I hurried to the summit. The glory of our prize burst suddenly upon me ! There, like a sea of quicksilver, lay far beneath the grand expanse of water, — a boundless sea horizon on the south and south-west, glittering in the noon-day sun ; and on the west, at fifty or sixty miles...
Page 149 - The 14th March. The sun had not risen when I was spurring my ox after the guide, who, having been promised a double handful of beads on arrival at the lake, had caught the enthusiasm of the moment. The day broke beautifully clear, and having crossed a deep valley between the hills, we toiled up the opposite slope. I hurried to the summit. The glory of our prize burst suddenly upon me! There, like a sea of quicksilver, lay far beneath the grand expanse of water, — a boundless sea horizon on the...