Making the Most of LifeT. Y. Crowell, 1891 - 275 pages |
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James Russell Miller. into boards , and built into a beautiful cottage , where human hearts find their happy nest . Or it is used in making a great organ which leads the worship of a congregation . The losing of its life was the saving ...
James Russell Miller. into boards , and built into a beautiful cottage , where human hearts find their happy nest . Or it is used in making a great organ which leads the worship of a congregation . The losing of its life was the saving ...
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... human life . We must die to be useful to be truly a blessing . Our Lord put this truth in a little parable , when he said that the seed must fall into the earth and die that it may bear fruit . Christ's own cross is the high- est ...
... human life . We must die to be useful to be truly a blessing . Our Lord put this truth in a little parable , when he said that the seed must fall into the earth and die that it may bear fruit . Christ's own cross is the high- est ...
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... Humanity the crimson flower . " People said that Harriet Newell's beautiful life was wasted when she gave it to missions , and then died and was buried far from home bride , missionary , mother , saint , all in one short year , without ...
... Humanity the crimson flower . " People said that Harriet Newell's beautiful life was wasted when she gave it to missions , and then died and was buried far from home bride , missionary , mother , saint , all in one short year , without ...
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... humanity , could not refuse his request . Provided with a sup- ply of water , the brave soldier stepped over the wall and went on his Christ - like errand . From both sides wondering eyes looked on as he knelt by the nearest sufferer ...
... humanity , could not refuse his request . Provided with a sup- ply of water , the brave soldier stepped over the wall and went on his Christ - like errand . From both sides wondering eyes looked on as he knelt by the nearest sufferer ...
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... human tongue shall ever voice our praise , still there is a record kept , and some day rich and glorious reward will be given . Is not God's praise better than man's ? " Ungathered beauties of a bounteous earth , Wild flowers which grow ...
... human tongue shall ever voice our praise , still there is a record kept , and some day rich and glorious reward will be given . Is not God's praise better than man's ? " Ungathered beauties of a bounteous earth , Wild flowers which grow ...
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Page 245 - Did he repair, to build the Fold of which His flock had need. Tis not forgotten yet The pity which was then in every heart For the old Man @and 'tis believed by all That many and many a day he thither went, And never lifted up a single stone.
Page 236 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 38 - O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known me. Thou knowest my down-sitting and mine up-rising, thou understandest my thought afar off. Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word in my tongue, but lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether.
Page 180 - twill be the same story To-morrow, and the next more dilatory, The indecision brings its own delays, And days are lost, lamenting o'er lost days. Are you in earnest ? Seize this very minute ! What you can do or think you can, begin it ! Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it ! Only engage, and then the mind grows heated : Begin it, and the work will be completed.
Page 117 - For if ye love them which love you, what thank have ye ? for sinners also love those that love them. And if ye do good to them which do good to you, what thank have ye ? for sinners also do even the same. And if ye lend to them of whom ye hope to receive, what thank have ye ? for sinners also lend to sinners, to receive as much again.
Page 175 - Others shall sing the song, Others shall right the wrong, — Finish what I begin, And all I fail of win. What matter, I or they? Mine or another's day, So the right word be said And life the sweeter made?
Page 45 - Unanswered yet, the prayer your lips have pleaded In agony of heart these many years ? Does faith begin to fail ? Is hope departing, And think you all in vain those falling tears? Say not the Father hath not heard your prayer ; You shall have your desire sometime, somewhere.
Page 100 - Beloved, now are we children of God, and it is not yet made manifest what we shall be. We know that, if he shall be manifested, we shall be like him; for we shall see him even as he is.
Page 178 - So here hath been dawning Another blue Day: Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away. Out of Eternity This new Day is born; Into Eternity, At night, will return. Behold it aforetime No eye ever did : So soon it forever From all eyes is hid. Here hath been dawning Another blue Day : Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away.
Page 57 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!