The Annual Monitor for ... , Or, Obituary of the Members of the Society of Friends in Great Britain and Ireland, Nummer 34

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Executors of the late William Alexander, 1875
 

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Pagina 66 - Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry ; Hold not thy peace at my tears : For I am a stranger with thee, And a sojourner, as all my fathers were. O spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.
Pagina v - What can preserve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave • - . Legions of angels can't confine me there.
Pagina 51 - For thou hast been a strength to the poor, a strength to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.
Pagina 93 - Thou hast given a banner to them that fear thee, that it may be displayed because of the truth.
Pagina 98 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds. And drives away his fear.
Pagina 157 - Surely, goodness and mercy have followed me all the days of my life...
Pagina 183 - Now unto Him that is able to keep us from falling, and. to present us faultless before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy ; to the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever.
Pagina 120 - Jesus' blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' name. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand.
Pagina 137 - O Saviour, I have nought to plead In earth beneath, or heaven above, But just my own exceeding need, And Thy exceeding love. ** The need will soon be past and gone, Exceeding great, but quickly o'er ; The love, unbought, is all Thine own, And lasts for evermore...
Pagina 19 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die...

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