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Seite 94 - Their idols are silver and gold, The work of men's hands. They have mouths, But they speak not : Eyes have they, But they see not : They have ears, But they hear not : Noses have they, But they smell not : They have hands, But they handle not : Feet have they, But they walk not : 230 Neither speak they through their throat. They that make them are like unto them ; So is every one that trusteth in them.
Seite 72 - Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river ; From many a palmy plain ; They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile ; In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
Seite 39 - And knew not until the flood came, and took them all away; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. Then shall two be in the field; the one shall be taken, and the other left.
Seite 73 - What brought them to that world above, That heaven so bright and fair, Where all is peace and joy and love ? How came those children there ? Singing, &c. 4. Because the Saviour shed his blood To wash away their sin ; Bathed in that pure and precious flood, Behold them white and clean!
Seite 73 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story; And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! H.
Seite 165 - There's a fount about to stream ; There's a light about to beam ; There's a warmth about to glow ; There's a flower about to blow ; There's a midnight blackness changing Into gray. Men of Thought, and men of Action, Clear the way!
Seite 181 - Speak gently to the little child, Its love be sure to gain, Teach it in accents soft and mild, It may not long remain.
Seite 158 - Verily I say unto you, There is no man that hath left house, or parents, or brethren, or wife, or children, for the kingdom of God's sake, who shall not receive manifold more in this present time, and in the world to come life everlasting.