The wide, wide world; or, The early history of Ellen Montgomery, Ed. by a clergyman of the Church of England [or rather written by S.B. Warner]. By Elizabeth Wetherell, المجلد 62

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الصفحة 165 - Iron sharpeneth iron ; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.
الصفحة 43 - God in Israel sows the seeds Of affliction, pain, and toil ; These spring up and choke the weeds Which would else o'erspread the soil Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer ; Trials bring me to his feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
الصفحة 210 - A CHARGE to keep I have A God to glorify, A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky...
الصفحة 232 - I love them that love me ; and they that seek me early shall find me.
الصفحة 17 - And one of the elders answered, saying unto me ; What are these which are arrayed in white robes ? and whence came they? And I said unto him ; Sir thou knowest. And he said to me ; These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.
الصفحة 396 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.
الصفحة 60 - Then shall we know, if we follow on to know the Lord: his going forth is prepared as the morning; and he shall come unto us as the rain, as the latter and former rain unto the earth.
الصفحة 30 - Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress ; so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until that he have mercy upon us.
الصفحة 396 - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see Thee as Thou art, I'll praise Thee as I ought.
الصفحة 481 - This for sin could not atone, Thou must save, and thou alone; In my hand no price I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath. When mine eyelids close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne, Rock of ages ! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee . HYMN 140.

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