The Christians magazine: or, The Sunday's entertainment [ed. by J. Lewis].John Lewis (publisher) |
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... most wholesome Food , they nauseate and disgust the fublime and important Truths of Christianity . It is not , indeed to be won- der'd , that Men who are immers❜d in Vice and Senfuality , fhould be , fo fupine and negligent about ...
... most wholesome Food , they nauseate and disgust the fublime and important Truths of Christianity . It is not , indeed to be won- der'd , that Men who are immers❜d in Vice and Senfuality , fhould be , fo fupine and negligent about ...
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... most obedient creatures in the universe ; that we are conftant to our duty ; and that we keep a fteddy eye on the end for which we were fent hither . But how great would be his aftonish- ment when he learnt that we were beings not ...
... most obedient creatures in the universe ; that we are conftant to our duty ; and that we keep a fteddy eye on the end for which we were fent hither . But how great would be his aftonish- ment when he learnt that we were beings not ...
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... most of all in the hour of death . When the foul is hover- ing in the last moments of its feparation , when it is just entring on another state of existence , existence , to converfe with fcenes , and ob- jects 16 N ° 1 . Sunday's ...
... most of all in the hour of death . When the foul is hover- ing in the last moments of its feparation , when it is just entring on another state of existence , existence , to converfe with fcenes , and ob- jects 16 N ° 1 . Sunday's ...
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... most lafting appetites implanted in us , and that admiration is one of our most pleafing paffions ; and what a perpetual fucceffion of enjoyments , will be afforded to both thefe , in a scene fo large and various as fhall then be laid ...
... most lafting appetites implanted in us , and that admiration is one of our most pleafing paffions ; and what a perpetual fucceffion of enjoyments , will be afforded to both thefe , in a scene fo large and various as fhall then be laid ...
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... most pleasing is .. My fins have forfeited the joys , And inward peace that once I had ; Thy pard'ning voice would heal again My broken bones , and make me glad . No longer , Lord , behold my fins With a fevere and angry look : O take ...
... most pleasing is .. My fins have forfeited the joys , And inward peace that once I had ; Thy pard'ning voice would heal again My broken bones , and make me glad . No longer , Lord , behold my fins With a fevere and angry look : O take ...
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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. 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.