Patience to Work and Patience to Wait

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Nelson, 1861 - 279 pages
 

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Page 110 - And all at once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.
Page 193 - Think not of rest; though dreams be sweet, Start up, and ply your heaven-ward feet. Is not God's oath upon your head, Ne'er to sink back on slothful bed, Never again your loins untie, Nor let your torches waste and die, Till, when the shadows thickest fall, Ye hear your Master's midnight call?
Page 112 - When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee : when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burnt ; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.
Page 59 - Leave thy fatherless children, I will preserve them alive; and let thy widows trust in me.
Page 242 - I ask Thee for the daily strength, To none that ask denied, And a mind to blend with outward life While keeping at Thy side ; Content to fill a little space, If Thou be glorified.
Page 75 - ALL are not taken ; there are left behind Living Beloveds, tender looks to bring. And make the daylight still a happy thing, And tender voices, to make soft the wind. But if it were not so — if I could find No love in all the world for comforting, Nor any path but hollowly did ring, Where
Page 53 - God ; who will render to every man according to his deeds : to them who by patient continuance in well-doing, seek for glory and honour and immortality, eternal life ; but •unto them that are contentious, and do not obey the truth, but obey unrighteousness, indignation and wrath: tribulation and anguish upon every soul of man that doeth evil...
Page 18 - Only, since our souls will shrink At the touch of natural grief, When our earthly loved ones sink, Lend us, Lord, Thy sure relief; Patient hearts, their pain to see, And Thy grace, to follow Thee.
Page 236 - Oft in Life's stillest shade reclining, In Desolation unrepining, Without a hope on earth to find A mirror in an answering mind, Meek souls there are, who little dream Their daily strife an Angel's theme, Or that the rod they take so calm, Shall prove in Heaven a martyr's palm.

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