The Works of Mrs. Elizabeth Rowe: Letters moral & entertaining, pt. 3. Devout exercises of the heart. Poems & translations by Mr. Thomas Rowe |
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157 ÆäÀÌÁö - This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles.
157 ÆäÀÌÁö - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
77 ÆäÀÌÁö - One shall say, I am the Lord's; and another shall call himself by the name of Jacob; and another shall subscribe with his hand unto the Lord, and surname himself by the name of Israel.
157 ÆäÀÌÁö - Come and hear, all ye that fear the Lord, and I will tell you what He has done for my soul ?
157 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - There, said they, is mount Zion, the heavenly Jerusalem, the innumerable company of Angels, and the Spirits of just men made perfect.
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink of the river of thy pleasures. For with thee is the fountain of life: in thy light shall we see light.
77 ÆäÀÌÁö - My God ! my chief delight ? Why are my thoughts no more, by day, — With thee, no more by night \ 2 Why should my foolish passions rove ? Where can such sweetness be, As I have tasted in thy love, — . As I have found in thee...
77 ÆäÀÌÁö - He is the Rock, his work is perfect: For all his ways are judgment: A God of truth and without iniquity, Just and right is he.
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - I WAITED patiently for the Lord ; And he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, And set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.