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Wait, Greene, 1829 - Sermons, American - 329 pages
 

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Page xxxv - How can we sing the Lord's song in a strange land? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth.
Page 95 - And he led them out as far as to Bethany, and he lifted up his hands, and blessed them. And it came to pass, while he blessed them, he was parted from them, and carried up into heaven.
Page 42 - For our rejoicing is this, the testimony of our conscience, that in simplicity and godly sincerity, not with fleshly wisdom, but by the grace of God, we have had our conversation in the world, and more abundantly to you-ward.
Page xviii - Now, Spring returns : but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known ; Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.
Page 208 - For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trumpet of God; and the dead in Christ shall rise first. Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and thus we shall always be with the Lord.
Page 206 - ... to whom God would make known what is the riches of the glory of this mystery among the Gentiles ; which is Christ in you, the hope of glory: whom we preach, warning every man, and teaching every man in all wisdom ; that we may present every man perfect in Christ Jesus : whereunto I also labour, striving according to his working, which worketh in me mightily.
Page 52 - Furthermore then we beseech you, brethren, and exhort you by the Lord Jesus, that as ye have received of us how ye ought to walk and to please God, so ye would abound more and more.
Page 182 - Numbers xxiii. 10, Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his.
Page xviii - Oh, that I had wings like a dove, that I might flee away and be at rest...
Page 201 - For what is our hope, or joy, or crown of rejoicing'! Are not even ye in the presence of our Lord Jesus Christ at his coming ? 20 For ye are our glory and joy.

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