Cromwell and Bunyan

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J. Murray, 1844 - 180 sider

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Side 58 - And behold, a woman of Canaan came out of the same coasts, and cried unto him, saying; Have mercy on me, O Lord, thou son of David ! my daughter is grievously vexed with a devil.
Side 9 - Consider the ravens: for they neither sow nor reap ; which neither have storehouse nor barn; and God feedeth them : how much more are ye better than the fowls?
Side 8 - For ye know how that afterward, when he would have inherited the blessing, he was rejected : for he found no place of repentance, though he sought it carefully with tears.
Side 135 - What has been said of the son,* that he never said a foolish thing and never did a wise one...
Side 1 - Then the master of the house being angry said to his servant, Go out quickly into the streets and lanes of the city, and bring in hither the poor, and the maimed, and the halt, and the blind. And the servant said, Lord, it is done as thou hast commanded, and yet there is room.
Side 37 - ... bringing you before kings and governors for my name's sake. It shall turn unto you for a testimony. Settle it therefore in your hearts, not to meditate beforehand how to answer : for I will give you a mouth and wisdom, which all your adversaries shall not be able to withstand or to gainsay.
Side 11 - I saw as if the sun that shineth in the heavens did grudge to give me light ; and as if the very stones in the street and tiles upon the houses, did band themselves against me. Methought that they all combined together to banish me out of the world ! I was abhorred of them, and unfit to dwell among them, because I had sinned against the Saviour. Oh how happy now was every creature over I was ! for they stood fast and kept their station ; but I was gone and lost...
Side 37 - Poor child ! thought I, what sorrow art thou like to have for thy portion in this world ! thou must be beaten, must beg, suffer hunger, cold, nakedness, and a thousand calamities, though I cannot now endure the wind should blow upon thee.
Side 95 - He made darkness his secret place ; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.
Side 24 - BLESS the LORD, O my soul : And all that is within me, bless his holy name. Bless the LORD, 0 my soul, And forget not all his benefits : Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; Who healeth all thy diseases; Who redeemeth thy life from destruction ; Who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies ; Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things ; So that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's.

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