Life, Present and Future ...

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Curtis Butts & Company, 1858 - Christian life - 162 pages

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Page 144 - All flesh is not the same flesh; but there is one kind of flesh of men, another flesh of beasts, another of fishes, and another of birds.
Page 131 - For we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened: not for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be swallowed up of life.
Page 1 - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.
Page 163 - I have seen the wicked in great power, And spreading himself like a green bay tree. Yet he passed away, and lo, he was not; Yea, I sought him, but he could not be found.
Page 42 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute, From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Page 137 - Twas but the ruin of the bad, — The wasting of the wrong and ill; Whate'er of good the old time had Was living still.
Page 26 - Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into bams; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.
Page 143 - But some man will say, How are the dead raised up? and with what body do they come? Thou fool, that which thou sowest is not quickened except it die: And that which thou sowest, thou sowest not that body that shall be, but bare grain,- it may chance of wheat, or of some other grain: But God giveth it a body as it has pleased him, and to every seed his own body.
Page 137 - REFORMER. ALL grim and soiled and brown with tan, I saw a Strong One, in his wrath, Smiting the godless shrines of man Along his path. The Church beneath her trembling dome Essayed in vain her ghostly charm : Wealth shook within his gilded home With strange alarm. Fraud from his secret chambers fled Before the sunlight bursting in : Sloth drew her pillow o'er her head To drown the din.
Page 97 - The colors planted face to face, The charging cheer, Though Death's pale horse lead on the chase, Shall still be dear. And place our trophies where men kneel To Heaven ! — but Heaven rebukes my zeal ! The cause of Truth and human weal, O God above ! Transfer it from the sword's appeal To Peace and Love.

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