The Religious Souvenir: A Christmas, New Year's and Birth Day Present

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Key, Mielke and Biddle, 1836
 

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Side 137 - I was dumb, I opened not my mouth ; Because thou didst it Remove thy stroke away from me : I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
Side 223 - And behold I, even I, do bring a flood of waters upon the earth to destroy all flesh wherein is the breath of life from under heaven, and every thing that is in the earth shall die, but with thee will I establish My Covenant, and thou shalt come into the ark, thou and thy sons and thy wife, and thy sons
Side 284 - Scripture is the only cure of woe : That field of promise, how it flings abroad Its odour o'er the Christian's thorny road ! The soul, reposing on assured relief, Feels herself happy amidst all her grief, Forgets her labour as she toils along, Weeps tears of joy, and bursts into a song.
Side 198 - Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.
Side 257 - Cannot forget thee here ; where thou hast built, For thy own glory, in the wilderness ! Me didst thou constitute a priest of thine, In such a temple as we now behold Reared for thy presence ; therefore am I bound To worship, here and everywhere...
Side 256 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
Side 96 - ... his ways are not as our ways, nor his thoughts as our thoughts.
Side 54 - Oh ! the depth of the riches, both of the wisdom and goodness of God ! How unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out ! One more kiss, dear Malvina.
Side 168 - 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.
Side 194 - Verily I say unto you, I will not drink henceforth of this fruit of the vine, until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father's kingdom.

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