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Página 140 - Surely He hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows ! He was wounded for our transgressions ; He was bruised for our iniquities : the chastisement of our peace was upon Him ; And with His stripes we are healed.
Página 140 - And when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon his head, and a reed in his right hand ; and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him, saying, Hail, king of the Jews ! And they spit upon him, and took the reed, and smote him on the head.
Página 111 - We watched her breathing through the Night.' WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.
Página 141 - Yes, that blessed name imparts Comfort to those, who in the grave have sown The seed, that they had garnered in their hearts, Their bread of life, alas ! no more their own. Into its furrows shall we all be cast, In the sure faith, that we shall rise again At the great harvest, when the arch-angel's blast Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain.
Página 142 - Their bread of life, alas ! no more their own. Into its furrows shall we all be cast, In the sure faith, that we shall rise again At the great harvest, when the arch-angel's blast Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain. Then shall the good stand in immortal bloom, In the fair gardens of that second birth ; And each bright blossom, mingle its perfume With that of flowers, which never bloomed on earth.
Página 183 - If we say that we have no sin we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us : but, if we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
Página 183 - Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
Página 82 - Tis the fainting poor, Whose eye with want is dim, Whom hunger sends from door to door ; Go thou and succour him.
Página 27 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.