The believer on Pisgah: sabbath evening meditations on Heaven

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الصفحة 105 - Here in the body pent, Absent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
الصفحة 230 - Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, Who according to His abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead...
الصفحة 94 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 ' ' Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus!
الصفحة 200 - I have been in the deep ; in journeyings often, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils by mine own countrymen, in perils by the heathen, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren ; in weariness and painfulness, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness.
الصفحة 229 - But let every man prove his own work, and then shall he have rejoicing in himself alone, and not in another.
الصفحة 274 - We are journeying unto the place of which the LORD said, I will give it you: come thou with us, and we will do thee good: for the LORD hath spoken good concerning Israel.
الصفحة 116 - ONE sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er: I'm nearer home to-day Than I ever have been before. Nearer my Father's house, Where the many mansions be ; Nearer the great white throne, Nearer the jasper sea ; Nearer the bound of life, Where we lay our burdens down; Nearer leaving the cross, Nearer wearing the crown.
الصفحة 163 - I would not live alway ; no — welcome the tomb, Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
الصفحة 163 - WOULD not live alway : I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway...
الصفحة 134 - His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow ; and his eyes were as a flame of fire; and his feet like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace ; and his voice as the sound of many waters. And he had in his right hand seven stars : and out of his mouth went a sharp two-edged sword; and his countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength.

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