Shipwreck of the Stirling Castle: Containing a Faithful Narrative of the Dreadful Sufferings of the Crew and the Cruel Murder of Captain Fraser by the Savages : Also, the Horrible Barbarity of the Cannibals Inflicted Upon the Captain's Widow ...
G. Virtue, 1838 - 376 страници
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Страница 120 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Страница 243 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Страница 355 - O God of our salvation ; who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are afar off upon the sea...
Страница 40 - When the poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their tongue faileth for thirst, I the Lord will hear them, I the God of Israel will not forsake them. I will open rivers in high places, and fountains in the midst of the valleys: I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water.
Страница 159 - The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me : I found trouble and sorrow.
Страница 343 - In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand: for thou knowest not whether 2 shall prosper, either this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good.
Страница 358 - Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all : 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul, In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
Страница 98 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise...