Lyntonville: or, The Irish boy in Canada

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Side 45 - And he led them forth by the right way, that they might go to a city of habitation. Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!
Side 90 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee...
Side 32 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Side 76 - Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath : for it is written, " Vengeance is mine ; I will repay, saith the Lord." Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head. Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.
Side 23 - THERE'S not a leaf within the bower ; There's not a bird upon the tree ; There's not a dew-drop on the flower ; But bears the impress, Lord ! of thee.
Side 6 - WREATH OF PROSE, POETRY, AND ART. Coloured Engravings. Fcap. 8vo. 3s. 6d. cloth boards ; 4s. extra boards, gilt edges. FLOWERS FROM MANY LANDS : a Christian Companion for Hours of Recreation. In Prose and Verse. With superior Engravings of Flowers, in Oil Colours. Fcap.
Side 5 - Thou, who hast given me eyes to see And love this sight so fair, Give me a heart to find out Thee And read Thee everywhere.
Side 77 - Ghost ; that being stedfast in faith, joyful through hope, and rooted in charity, we may so pass the waves of this troublesome world, that finally we may come to the land of everlasting life, there to reign with thee world without end ; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Side 30 - Thou compassest my path and my lying down, And art acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word in my tongue, But, lo, O Lord, Thou knowest it altogether.
Side 103 - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth. O, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.

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