The Baptist Home Mission Monthly, Volumes 23-24

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American Baptist Home Mission Society., 1901

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Page 35 - Asa cried unto the LORD his God, and said, LORD; it is nothing with thee to help, whether with many, or with them that have no power: help us, O LORD our God; for we rest on thee, and in thy name we go against this multitude. O LORD, thou art our God: let not man prevail against thee.
Page 36 - Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. But God hath revealed them unto us by his Spirit; for the Spirit searcheth all things, yea, the deep things of God.
Page 35 - And he said, thy name shall be called no more Jacob, but Israel : for as a prince hast thou power with God and with men, and hast prevailed.
Page 35 - My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips : When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches.
Page 42 - In the name of humanity, in the name of civilization, in behalf of endangered American interests which give us the right and the duty to speak and to act, the war in Cuba must stop.
Page 36 - And as He prayed, the fashion of His countenance was altered, and His raiment was white and glistering.
Page 306 - Wide open and unguarded stand our gates, And through them presses a wild motley throng — Men from the Volga and the Tartar steppes, Featureless figures of the Hoang-Ho, Malayan, Scythian, Teuton, Kelt, and Slav...
Page 11 - I, the peace that passeth knowledge, dwell amid the daily strife ; I, the bread of heaven, am broken in the sacrament of life. "Every task, however simple, sets the soul that does it free ; Every deed of love and mercy, done to man, is done to Me.
Page 306 - O Liberty, white Goddess ! is it well To leave the gates unguarded ? On thy breast Fold Sorrow's children, soothe the hurts of fate, Lift the down-trodden, but with hand of steel Stay those who to thy sacred portals come To waste the gifts of freedom. Have a care Lest from thy brow the clustered stars be torn And trampled in the dust. For so of old The thronging Goth and Vandal trampled Rome, And, where the temples of the Caesars stood The lean wolf unmolested made her lair.
Page 36 - And the Holy Ghost descended in a bodily shape like a dove upon him, and a voice came from heaven, which said. Thou art my beloved Son ; in thee I am well pleased.

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