The Works of the Reverend Richard Sibbs ...: To which is Prefixed, a Short Memoir of the Author's Life. ...J. Chalmers & Company, 1809 |
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... sweet ftream fhould not rather run into a garden , than into a puddle . What a pity is it that man , having in him such excellent affections , as love , joy , and delight , should cleave to dirty base things that are worse than himself ...
... sweet ftream fhould not rather run into a garden , than into a puddle . What a pity is it that man , having in him such excellent affections , as love , joy , and delight , should cleave to dirty base things that are worse than himself ...
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... sweet smells in the air , to carry them from one to another --So the spirit in the word conveyeth the feeds of grace and comfort from one to an- other ; it draws out what sweetness is in the fpirits of men , and makes them fragrant and ...
... sweet smells in the air , to carry them from one to another --So the spirit in the word conveyeth the feeds of grace and comfort from one to an- other ; it draws out what sweetness is in the fpirits of men , and makes them fragrant and ...
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... sweet in ourselves , and then fweet to others . Whence we see further , That it is not enough to be good in ourselves , but our goodness muft flow out , that is , grow more ftrong , useful to continue , and ftream forth for the good of ...
... sweet in ourselves , and then fweet to others . Whence we see further , That it is not enough to be good in ourselves , but our goodness muft flow out , that is , grow more ftrong , useful to continue , and ftream forth for the good of ...
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... sweet , because it is ftirred up by his own fpirit , which burns the incenfe , and whence all comes which is favingly good . This offering up of our prayers , in the name of Christ , is that which , with his fweet odours , perfumes all ...
... sweet , because it is ftirred up by his own fpirit , which burns the incenfe , and whence all comes which is favingly good . This offering up of our prayers , in the name of Christ , is that which , with his fweet odours , perfumes all ...
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... sweet name . Many men will be glad to own Christ , to be great by him ; but ( as St. Austin complains in his time ) Chrift Jefus is not loved for Jefus ' own fake , but for other things that he brings with him , peace , plenty , & c ...
... sweet name . Many men will be glad to own Christ , to be great by him ; but ( as St. Austin complains in his time ) Chrift Jefus is not loved for Jefus ' own fake , but for other things that he brings with him , peace , plenty , & c ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
affections affurance againſt alfo alſo anſwer becauſe beloved beſt bleffed caft caufe cauſe Chrift chriftian church comfort communion confcience corruption courfe courſe creature daughters of Jerufalem defire delight difcouragements difpofition doth eftate eſpecially excellent faid faith falvation fanctified fatan Father fcripture feal fecond feed feek felves fenfe ferve feven fhall fhew fhould firft firſt fleep fleſh fome fometimes foul fpeak ftand ftate ftill ftir ftrength fuch fuffer fure fweet God's grace grieve the fpirit hath heart heaven heavenly herſelf himſelf Holy Ghoft itſelf let us labour likewife Lord meaſure mercy moft moſt muft muſt myrrh nature notwithſtanding obferve ourſelves perfons pleaſe prayer prefent promiſes purpoſe queſtion reafon religion righteouſneſs ſee ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſpouſe ſtand ſtate ſuch ſweet thee thefe themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thou thouſand truth underſtanding unto uſe watchmen whatſoever wiſdom word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 79 - I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Seite 172 - The watchmen that went about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Seite 342 - But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
Seite 38 - I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
Seite 191 - What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
Seite 342 - But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.
Seite 156 - I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him ; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
Seite 210 - My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold, His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
Seite 2 - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
Seite 149 - My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.