The Religious Basis of a Better World Order: An Application of Christian Principles to World Affairs

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Fleming H. Revell Company, 1920 - 183 Seiten
 

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Seite 92 - For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away : but the word of the Lord endureth for ever.
Seite 96 - It is not in heaven, that thou shouldest say, Who shall go up for us to heaven, and bring it unto us, that we may hear it, and do it ? neither is it beyond the sea, that thou shouldest say, Who shall go over the sea for us, and bring it unto us, that we may hear it, and do it? but the word is very nigh unto thee, in thy mouth, and in thy heart, that thou mayest do it.
Seite 137 - Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had a mind to Him When into the woods He came.
Seite 91 - Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind ; One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world has never lost.
Seite 183 - O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!
Seite 126 - We men of earth have here the stuff Of Paradise — we have enough ! We need no other stones to build The stairs into the Unfulfilled — No other ivory for the doors — No other marble for the floors — No other cedar for the beam And dome of man's immortal dream.
Seite 53 - America is therefore the land of the future, where, in the ages that lie before us, the burden of the World's History shall reveal itself, — perhaps in a contest between North and South America.
Seite 137 - ... went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had a mind to Him When into the woods He came. Out of the woods my Master went, And He was well content. Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame. When Death and Shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last: 'Twas on a tree they slew Him — last When out of the...
Seite 63 - Thy will, — it bids the weak be strong; It bids the strong be just : No lip to fawn, no hand to beg, No brow to seek the dust. Wherever man oppresses man Beneath the liberal sun, O Lord, be there, Thine arm made bare, Thy righteous will be done.
Seite 8 - From the murmur and the subtlety of suspicion with which we vex one another, Give us rest. Make a new beginning, And mingle again the kindred of the nations in the alchemy of Love, And with some finer essence of forbearance Temper our mind.

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