The Christians magazine: or, The Sunday's entertainment [ed. by J. Lewis].John Lewis (publisher) |
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... which is to fucceed it . The mind , I fay , might give itself up to that happinefs which is at hand , con- fidering that it is fo very near , and that it would would laft fo very long . But when the choice 12 Ño î . Sunday's Entertainment .
... which is to fucceed it . The mind , I fay , might give itself up to that happinefs which is at hand , con- fidering that it is fo very near , and that it would would laft fo very long . But when the choice 12 Ño î . Sunday's Entertainment .
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John Lewis (publisher). would laft fo very long . But when the choice we actually have before us is this , Whether we will chufe to be happy for the fpace of only threefcore and ten , nay per- haps of only twenty or ten years , I might ...
John Lewis (publisher). would laft fo very long . But when the choice we actually have before us is this , Whether we will chufe to be happy for the fpace of only threefcore and ten , nay per- haps of only twenty or ten years , I might ...
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... laft mentioned . That great prophet , it is faid , was called up by a voice from heaven to the top of a mountain ; where , in a conference with the . Supreme Being , he was permitted to propofe to him fome queftions concerning his ...
... laft mentioned . That great prophet , it is faid , was called up by a voice from heaven to the top of a mountain ; where , in a conference with the . Supreme Being , he was permitted to propofe to him fome queftions concerning his ...
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... laft a- gonies , and qualifie them for the pleasures of that happy place . My heart melted a- way in fecret raptures ! 4 I had been often told that the rock be- fore me was the haunt of a genius ; and that feveral had been entertained ...
... laft a- gonies , and qualifie them for the pleasures of that happy place . My heart melted a- way in fecret raptures ! 4 I had been often told that the rock be- fore me was the haunt of a genius ; and that feveral had been entertained ...
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... laft . Who can his mighty deeds exprefs , Not only vaft , but numberless ? What mortal eloquence can raife , His tribute of immortal praife ? Happy are they , and only they , Who from thy Judgments never ftray , Who know what's right ...
... laft . Who can his mighty deeds exprefs , Not only vaft , but numberless ? What mortal eloquence can raife , His tribute of immortal praife ? Happy are they , and only they , Who from thy Judgments never ftray , Who know what's right ...
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100 Pfalm Tune angels arife becauſe Bishop Ken bleffings caft chufe confider converfation creatures cuftom death defire delight diftempers diſcover divine Dr.Watts earth eternity exerciſe exiſtence eyes faculties faid fame fays fecret feems felf felves fenfe fent feve feveral fhall fhew fhining fhort fhould fince fing fingle fins firft firſt fleep fome foon forrows foul fpecies fpirits ftands ftate ftill fubject fuch fuperior fupport fure Glaphyra glory goodneſs Hallelujah happineſs happy heart heav'nly heaven himſelf houſe HYMN impoffible infinite itſelf Jefus juft King laft lefs live Lord meaſure mifery mind moft moſt muſt nature neceffary obferved occafion paffed paffions perfon philofopher pleaſed pleaſure pow'rs praife praiſe prefent purpoſe raiſe reafon rife Saviour bleed ſeveral SPECTATOR ſtate taſte thee thefe themſelves ther theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne uſeful virtue whilft whofe Whoſe wife
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Стр. 90 - Commodious manner, he marched off with it contentedly, being very well pleased that he had not been left to his own choice as to the kind of evils which fell to his lot.
Стр. 189 - Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Стр. 34 - I see multitudes of people passing over it, said I, and a black cloud hanging on each end of it.
Стр. 38 - These are the mansions of good men after death, who, according to the degree and kinds of virtue in which they excelled, are distributed among these several islands, which abound with pleasures of different kinds and degrees, suitable to the relishes and perfections of those who are settled in them.
Стр. 12 - Supposing then that you had it in your choice to be happy all the while this prodigious mass...
Стр. 82 - I observed one bringing in a fardel very carefully concealed under an old embroidered cloak, which, upon his throwing it into the heap, I discovered to be Poverty. Another, after a great deal of puffing, threw down his luggage, which, upon examining, I found to be his wife.
Стр. 33 - Cast thy eyes eastward, said he, and tell me what thou seest. I see, said I, a huge valley, and a prodigious tide of water rolling through it. The valley that thou seest...
Стр. 16 - A Person who believes he has his Succour at hand, and that he acts in the sight of his Friend, often exerts himself beyond his Abilities, and does Wonders that are not to be matched by one who is not animated with such a Confidence of Success.
Стр. 34 - As I looked more attentively, I saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge, into the great tide that flowed underneath it ; and upon further examination, perceived there were innumerable trap-doors that lay concealed in the bridge, which the passengers no sooner trod upon, but* they fell through them into the tide and immediately disappeared. These hidden pit-falls were set very thick at the entrance of the bridge, so that throngs of people no sooner broke through the cloud, but many...
Стр. 114 - Then see the sorrows of my heart, Ere yet it be too late ; And hear my Saviour's dying groans, To give those sorrows weight. VI. For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows thine only Son has died To make her pardon sure.