Pulpit Portraits: Or, Pen-pictures of Distinguished American Divines, with Sketches of Congregations and Choirs, and Incidental Notes of Eminent British Preachers

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Tappan and Whittemore, 1854 - 256 من الصفحات
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الصفحة 242 - O Land ! O Land ! For all the broken-hearted The mildest herald by our fate allotted, Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand To lead us with a gentle hand Into the land of the great Departed, Into the Silent Land ;
الصفحة 16 - The Lord bless you, and keep you. The Lord make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious unto you. The Lord lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace, both now and evermore.
الصفحة 245 - And behold, I send the promise of my Father upon you ; but tarry ye in the city of Jerusalem, until ye be endued with power from on high.
الصفحة 242 - INTO the Silent Land! Ah ! who shall lead us thither? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land?
الصفحة 141 - God. I do not believe there ever was a miracle, or ever will be : everywhere I find law, — the constant mode of operation of the infinite God. I do not believe in the miraculous inspiration of the Old Testament or the New Testament. I do not believe that the Old Testament was God's first word, nor the New Testament his last.
الصفحة 175 - Thomas Bodley, in imitation of Alexander, at his departure brake out into that noble speech, If I were not a king, I would be a university man...
الصفحة 176 - If I were not a king, I would be a University man: and if it were so that I must be a prisoner, if I might have my wish, I would desire to have no other prison than that library, and to be chained together with so many good authors, et mortuis magistris.
الصفحة 141 - He is my best historic ideal of human greatness ; not without errors, not without the stain of his times, and, I presume, of course not without sins, — for men without sins exist in the dreams of girls, not in real fact; you never saw such a one, nor I, and we never shall.
الصفحة 146 - the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint ; from the sole of the foot to the crown of the head, there is no soundness in it, but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores.
الصفحة 16 - Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye steadfast, unmovable. always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labor is not in vain in the Lord.

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