Daniel Wheeler

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Edward Hicks, 1895 - 120 pages

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Page 106 - And now, behold, I know that ye all, among whom I have gone preaching the kingdom of God, shall see my face no more.
Page 90 - LORD, speak to me, that I may speak In living echoes of thy tone; As thou hast sought, so let me seek, Thy erring children lost and lone.
Page 110 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death ! where is thy sting ? The Universal Prayer FATHER of all!
Page 37 - I have now been exhorting and persuading you), may the God of peace, who brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the everlasting covenant, make you perfect in every good work to do his will ; working in you that which is well pleasing in his sight, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.
Page 120 - ... no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it, for the glory of God doth enlighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Page 23 - My bark is wafted to the strand By breath divine; And on the helm there rests a hand Other than mine.
Page 30 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Page 112 - But none of these things move me, neither count I my life dear unto myself, so that I may finish my course with joy, and the ministry which I have received of the Lord Jesus, to testify the gospel of the grace of God.
Page 67 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Page 90 - O, teach me, Lord, that I may teach The precious things thou dost impart, And wing my words, that they may reach The hidden depths of many a heart.

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