Biographical Memoirs of the Late Rev. John Gano, of Frankfort (Kentucky): Formerly of the City of New York

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Страница 46 - For they being ignorant of God's righteousness, and going about to establish their own righteousness, have not submitted themselves unto the righteousness of God.
Страница 25 - Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are an hundred and thirty years : few and evil have the days of the years of my life been, and have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.
Страница 146 - This earth is affected no more With sickness, or shaken with pain, The war in the members is o'er, And never shall vex him...
Страница 146 - This languishing Head is at rest, Its Thinking and Aching are o'er; This quiet immoveable Breast Is heav'd by Affliction no more: This Heart is no longer the Seat Of Trouble and torturing Pain, It ceases to flutter and beat, It never shall flutter again.
Страница 147 - To mourn and to suffer is mine, While bound in a prison I breathe; And still for deliverance pine, And press to the issues of death. What now with my tears I bedew, Oh.
Страница 35 - Jesus saith to him, He that is washed needeth not save to wash his feet, but is clean every whit: and ye are clean, but not all.
Страница 145 - Ah, lovely appearance of death ! What sight upon earth is so fair ? Not all the gay pageants that breathe Can with a dead body compare...
Страница 64 - Behold, the third time I am ready to come to you; and I will not be burdensome to you : for I seek not yours, but you: for the children ought not to lay up for the parents, but the parents for the children.
Страница 146 - How blest is our brother bereft Of all that could burden his mind ; How easy the soul that has left This wearisome body behind ! Of evil incapable thou, Whose relics with envy I see, No longer in misery now, No longer a sinner like me.