Heroines of the Missionary Enterprise, Or, Sketches of Prominent Female Missionaries

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Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1850 - Electronic book - 359 pages
Harriet Newell -- Ann H. Judson -- Esther Butler -- Elizabeth Hervey -- Harriet B. Stewart -- Sarah L. Smith -- Eleanor Macomber -- Sarah D. Comstock -- Henrietta Shuck -- Sarah B. Judson -- Annie P. James -- Mary E. Van Lennep -- Emily C. Judson.

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Page 67 - There is that scattereth, and yet increaseth; and there is that withholdeth more than is meet, but it tendeth to poverty.
Page 205 - The hills melted like wax at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth.
Page 70 - JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom spread from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
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