The Martyr of the Pongas: Being a Memoir of the Rev. Hamble James Leacock, Leader of the West Indian Mission to Western Africa

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Rivingtons, 1857 - 294 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 77 - But none of these things move me, neither count I my life dear unto myself, so that I might finish my course with joy, and the ministry which I have received of the Lord Jesus to testify the Gospel of the grace of God.
الصفحة 22 - And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled : for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes in divers places.
الصفحة 77 - Lord with all humility of mind, and with many tears and temptations, which befell me by the lying in wait of the Jews : and how I kept back nothing that was profitable unto you, but have showed you, and have taught you publicly, and from house to house, testifying both to the Jews, and also to the Greeks, repentance toward God, and faith toward our Lord Jesus Christ.
الصفحة 182 - Moreover he must have a good report of them which are without ; lest he fall into reproach and the snare of the devil.
الصفحة 231 - And he said unto him, Thy brother is come; and thy father hath killed the fatted calf, because he hath received him safe and sound.
الصفحة 90 - When in the slipp'ry Paths of Youth With heedless Steps I ran, Thine Arm unseen convey'd me safe And led me up to Man...
الصفحة 90 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
الصفحة 89 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise...
الصفحة 96 - Whether we sleep or wake, To thee we both resign; By night we see, as well as day, If thy light on us shine.
الصفحة 262 - Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all : 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul, In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.

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