The Great Texts of the Bible: I CorinthiansT. & T. Clark, 1912 |
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... , too , was the Roman , with the spirit of the soldier who had become sovereign , scornful of the poor civilian and the mean merchant , thinking the world had been made to be conquered , and he to be 4 POWER AND WISDOM OF GOD.
... , too , was the Roman , with the spirit of the soldier who had become sovereign , scornful of the poor civilian and the mean merchant , thinking the world had been made to be conquered , and he to be 4 POWER AND WISDOM OF GOD.
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... becomes insupportable to itself . It can argue against everything but suffering patience ; this disarms it . Looking in the face of suffering patience it sinks exhausted . All its fire is spent . In this view it is that Christ crucified ...
... becomes insupportable to itself . It can argue against everything but suffering patience ; this disarms it . Looking in the face of suffering patience it sinks exhausted . All its fire is spent . In this view it is that Christ crucified ...
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... become the unchanging centre of my thoughts , but these , as they revolved around it , had gradually , yet surely , formed for themselves an orbit widely diverging from the circle in which Christian consciousness is wont to move . The ...
... become the unchanging centre of my thoughts , but these , as they revolved around it , had gradually , yet surely , formed for themselves an orbit widely diverging from the circle in which Christian consciousness is wont to move . The ...
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... becomes a living nail . What strength of thine , what skill can now avail To tear me from the Cross ? My soul and heart Are fastened here ! I feel the cloven dart Pierce keenly through . What hands have power to wring Me hence ? What ...
... becomes a living nail . What strength of thine , what skill can now avail To tear me from the Cross ? My soul and heart Are fastened here ! I feel the cloven dart Pierce keenly through . What hands have power to wring Me hence ? What ...
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... becoming good in such an evil , wretched place . Harper and I have been having many nice talks . I mean to preach ... become distasteful to men ; but that can be true of men only in their light , careless , self - indulgent hours . In ...
... becoming good in such an evil , wretched place . Harper and I have been having many nice talks . I mean to preach ... become distasteful to men ; but that can be true of men only in their light , careless , self - indulgent hours . In ...
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A. C. Benson Apostle beauty become believe blessed blood body character Christian World Pulpit Church comes Communion conscience Corinth Corinthians Cross crown Dean Church Divine Dora Greenwell E. T. Cook earth eternal evil eyes face faith Father feast feel fellow-workers George Eliot gift give glory God's Gospel grace hand hath hear heart heaven Holy honour human Jesus Christ Jews judge judgment knowledge labour light live look Lord Lord's death Lord's Supper man's matter means Metropolitan Tabernacle mind moral nature never ourselves pass Passover Paul Paul's perfect person possession preaching present R. L. Stevenson R. W. Dale religion remember revealed Ruskin Sacrament Saviour sense Sermons sins sorrow soul speak spirit stand suffering sweet sympathy teaching temple temptation thee Thine things thou thought to-day true truth unto whole wisdom words
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الصفحة 219 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
الصفحة 329 - Cup. For as the benefit is great, if with a true penitent heart and lively faith we receive that holy Sacrament (for then we spiritually eat the Flesh of CHRIST, and drink His Blood; then we dwell in CHRIST, and CHRIST in us; we are one with CHRIST, and CHRIST with us) ; so is the danger great, if we receive the same unworthily.
الصفحة 329 - We are not worthy so much as to gather up the crumbs under thy table. But thou art the same Lord, whose property is always to have mercy : grant us, therefore, gracious Lord, so to eat the flesh of thy dear Son Jesus Christ, and to drink his blood, that our sinful bodies may be made clean by his body, and our souls washed through his most precious blood, and that we may evermore dwell in him, and he in us.
الصفحة 413 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
الصفحة 233 - Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time , unchanged it has stood , And as if, like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe , — " Forever — never ! Never — forever!
الصفحة 145 - But with me it is a very small thing that I should be judged of you, or of man's judgment : yea, I judge not mine own self. For I know nothing by myself; yet am I not hereby justified : but He that judgeth me is the Lord.
الصفحة 308 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things thee to see, And what I do in any thing, To do it as for thee...
الصفحة 132 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
الصفحة 96 - Now he is dead. Far hence he lies In the lorn Syrian town, And on his grave, with shining eyes, The Syrian stars look down.
الصفحة 229 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.