Under the old roof. By Hesba Stretton

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Página 85 - DEPTH of mercy ! — can there be Mercy still reserved for me ? Can my God his wrath forbear ? Me, the chief of sinners, spare ? 2 I have long withstood his grace ; Long provoked him to his face; Would not hearken to his calls; Grieved him by a thousand falls. 3 Kindled his relentings are ; Me he now delights to spare ; Cries, How shall I give thee up ? — Lets the lifted thunder drop.
Página 73 - Have mercy upon me, O God, According to thy loving kindness: According to the multitude of thy tender mercies Blot out my transgressions.
Página 60 - Whoso curseth his father or his mother, his lamp shall be put out in obscure darkness. 21. An inheritance maybe gotten hastily at the beginning but the end thereof shall not be blessed.
Página 33 - And when I saw him I fell at his feet as dead. And he laid his right hand upon me, saying unto me, "Fear not; I am the first and the last. I am he that liveth and was dead; and behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death.
Página 85 - Jesus, answer from above : Is not all thy nature love ? Wilt thou not the wrong forget ;— Suffer me to kiss thy feet...
Página 60 - Bread of deceit is sweet to a man; but afterwards his mouth shall be filled with gravel.
Página 14 - There is my house and portion fair, My treasure, and my heart are there, And my abiding home ; For me my elder brethren stay, And angels becko'n me away, And Jesus bids me come...
Página 21 - Oh, my son, my son ! Would to God I could die for thee, my son, my son ! " It was some years since Abigail had uttered the name of her step-son, Dick Medlicott.
Página 13 - No foot of land do I possess, No cottage in the wilderness; A poor wayfaring man, I lodge awhile in tents below, And gladly wander to and fro, Till I my Canaan gain...
Página 14 - Nothing on earth I call my own — A stranger to the world unknown, I all their goods despise; I trample on their whole delight, And seek a country out of sight, A country in the skies. There is my house and portion fair, My treasure and my heart is there, And my abiding home : For me my elder brethren stay, And angels beckon me away, And Jesus bids me come.

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