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الصفحة 215 - Man, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down, like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
الصفحة 151 - While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell whether God will be gracious to me, that the child may live? But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.
الصفحة 172 - But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life.
الصفحة 215 - Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts; shut not thy merciful ears to our prayer; but spare us, Lord most holy, O God most mighty, O holy and merciful Saviour, thou most worthy Judge eternal, suffer us not, at our last hour, for any pains of death, to fall from thee.
الصفحة 215 - Yet, O Lord God most holy, O Lord most mighty, O holy and most merciful Saviour, deliver us not into the bitter pains of eternal death.
الصفحة 15 - And they came to the place which God had told him of; and Abraham built an altar there, and laid the wood in order, and bound Isaac his son, and laid him on the altar upon the wood. And Abraham stretched forth his hand, and took the knife to slay his son.
الصفحة 201 - By thine Agony and Bloody Sweat ; by thy Cross and Passion ; by thy precious Death and Burial ; by thy glorious Eesurrection and Ascension ; and by the coming of the Holy Ghost, Good Lord, deliver us.
الصفحة 140 - They, whose pretensions to equality were denied by their more fortunate brethren, were not excluded by nature from her smiles, or her exuberance. Through the rich green velvet of their meadows, pure fountains looked up with their crystalline eyes, wild flowers unfolded their petals, and from every copse issued strains of warbling melody, as if a voice of praise perpetually repeated, — " Thou makest the outgoings of the morning and of the evening to rejoice.