Harry Linton |
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Populiarios ištraukos
59 psl. - Verily I say unto you, There is no man that hath left house, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for my sake, and the Gospel's, but he shall receive an hundredfold now in this time, houses, and brethren, and sisters, and mothers, and children, and lands, with persecutions ; and in the world to come eternal life.
80 psl. - I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know ; I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go.
43 psl. - The Lord looketh from heaven ; he beholdeth all the sons of men. From the place of his habitation he looketh upon all the inhabitants of the earth.
47 psl. - I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.
79 psl. - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers : Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.
22 psl. - The wounds I might have healed ! The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
79 psl. - The sting of death is sin, and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory, through our Lord Jesus Christ.
34 psl. - The man who consecrates his hours By vigorous effort, and an honest aim, At once he draws the sting of life and death : He walks with nature ; and her paths are peace.
125 psl. - Now with triumphal palms they stand Before the throne on high, And serve the God they love amidst The glories of the sky.
47 psl. - Then draw we nearer day by day, Each to his brethren, all to God ; Let the world take us as she may, We must not change our road ; Not wondering, though in grief, to find The martyr's foe still keep her mind ; But fix'd to hold Love's banner fast, And by submission win at last.