The Christian Father's Present to His Children, Volume 2

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Jonathan Leavitt, 1827
 

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Page 51 - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me; because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me : and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
Page 24 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 68 - Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.
Page 117 - O my soul, thou hast said unto the Lord, Thou art my Lord...
Page 69 - Blessed be the name of the Lord from this time forth and for evermore. From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the Lord's name is to be praised.
Page 153 - And I gave my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly: I perceived that this also is vexation of spirit. For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
Page 67 - She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. 13 She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. 14 She is like the merchants' ships : she bringeth her food from afar.
Page 126 - Whosoever, therefore, shall confess me before men, him will I confess before my Father which is in heaven ; but whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father which is in heaven.
Page 44 - Iron sharpeneth iron ; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.
Page 153 - And further, by these, my son, be admonished : of making many books there is no end ; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.

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