The Sunday School Journal, Volum 4

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Methodist Publishing House, 1872

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Del 9
121
Del 10
139
Del 11
145
Del 12
163
Del 13
169
Del 22
241
Del 23
259
Del 24
265
Del 25
283

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Side 128 - The king's heart is in the hand of the LORD, as the rivers of water: he turneth it whithersoever he will.
Side 127 - Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits, camphire, with spikenard, Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
Side 130 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Side 45 - Remember therefore how thou hast received and heard, and hold fast, and repent If therefore thou shalt not watch, I will come on thee as a thief, and thou shalt not know what hour I will come upon thee.
Side 210 - According to the grace of God which is given unto me, as a wise masterbuilder, I have laid the foundation, and another buildeth thereon. But let every man take heed how he buildeth thereupon. 11 For other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus Christ.
Side 127 - I made me great works; I builded me houses; I planted me vineyards: I made me gardens and orchards, and I planted trees in them of all kinds of fruits: I made me pools of water, to water therewith the wood that bringeth forth trees...
Side 191 - The young lambs are bleating in the meadows; The young birds are chirping in the nest; The young fawns are playing with the shadows; The young flowers are blowing toward the west : But the young, young children, O my brothers ! They are weeping bitterly. They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Side 33 - Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall ; Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, And the stars themselves have flowers for me, One blossom of heaven out-blooms them all...
Side 283 - And I heard the man clothed in linen, which was upon the waters of the river, when he held up his right hand and his left hand unto heaven, and sware by him that liveth for ever that it shall be for a time, times, and an half; and when he shall have accomplished to scatter the power of the holy people, all these things shall be finished.
Side 270 - Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all.

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