The Young Lady's Companion: In a Series of Letters

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I.N. Whiting, 1839 - 342 sider
 

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Side 68 - God is faithful, who will not suffer" us " to be tempted above that" we " are able ; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that " we
Side 342 - And that, knowing the time, that now it is high time to awake out of sleep ; for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed. The night is far spent, the day is at hand ; let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light.
Side 167 - Some drill and bore The solid earth, and from the strata there Extract a register, by which we learn That He who made it and revealed its date To Moses, was mistaken in its age.
Side 278 - Servants, be obedient to them that are your masters according to the flesh, with fear and trembling, in singleness of your heart, as unto Christ; not with eye-service, as menpleasers ; but as the servants of Christ, doing the will of God from the heart...
Side 86 - As it is in the body, so it is in the mind ; practice makes it what it is : and most even of those excellences which are looked on as natural endowments, will be found, when examined into more narrowly, to be the product of exercise, and to be raised to that pitch only by repeated actions.
Side 278 - With good will doing service, as to the Lord, and not to men: Knowing that whatsoever good thing any man doeth, the same shall he receive of the Lord, whether he be bond or free.
Side 37 - If any man offend not in word, the same is a perfect man, and able also to bridle the whole body.
Side 31 - Unoccupied by sorrow of its own, His heart lay open; and, by nature tuned And constant disposition of his thoughts To sympathy with man, he was alive To all that was enjoyed where'er he went, And all that was endured...
Side 141 - For I have learned To look on Nature not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh, nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts...

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