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Página 17 - From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
Página 140 - Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Página 198 - Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go, And ask for a share in His love ; And if I thus earnestly seek Him below, I shall see Him and hear Him above.
Página 198 - I THINK, when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children, as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then.
Página 134 - Your visit and your presence have made my heart white as milk. The words of your mouth are sweet as honey, but the words of a resurrection are too great to be heard. I do not wish to hear again about the dead rising ! The dead cannot arise ! The dead must not arise!
Página 82 - I could not forget his words. They constantly recurred to my mind. Even when I was asleep, I dreamed of that blood which Christ shed for us. I found this to be something different from what I had ever heard, and I interpreted Christian Henry's words to the other Indians.
Página 82 - I come to you in the name of the Lord of heaven and earth. He sends to let you know, that he will make you happy, and deliver you from the misery, in which you lie at present. To this end he became a man, gave his life a ransom for man, and shed his blood for him, &c.