The Close of S. Andrew's, Or, Cathedral Lights and Shadows: A Tale of Modern English Life in a Cathedral City

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John Hodges, 1870 - Church life - 287 pages
 

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Page 177 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 127 - What these elements are in themselves it skilleth not, it is enough that to me which take them they are the body and blood of Christ, His promise in witness hereof sufficeth, His word He knoweth which way to accomplish ; why should any cogitation possess the mind of a faithful communicant but this, ' 0 my God thou art true ! O my soul thou art happy...
Page 131 - I die in the communion of the Church of England as it stands distinguished from all papal and puritan innovations, and as it adheres to the doctrine of the Cross.
Page 170 - It is good neither to eat flesh, nor to drink wine, nor any thing whereby thy brother stumbleth, or is offended, or is made weak.
Page 171 - Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: they shall prosper that love thee. Peace be within thy walls, and prosperity within thy palaces. For my brethren and companions' sakes, I will now say, Peace be within thee.
Page 183 - If a soul commit a trespass, and sin through ignorance, in the holy things of the LORD; then he shall bring for his trespass unto the LORD a ram without blemish out of the flocks, with thy estimation by shekels of silver, after the shekel of the sanctuary, for a trespass offering...
Page 177 - I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within himself make pure ! But thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Page 247 - Yet saints their watch are keeping, Their cry goes up, " How long? ' And soon the night of weeping Shall be the morn of song.
Page 184 - If Thou, LORD, wilt be extreme to mark what is done amiss : O LORD, who may abide it?
Page 10 - Newly translated for the use of Members of the Church of England. With Frontispiece from Overbeck's

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