Martin Luther: By Estelle Ross ; with Nine Illustrations by Paul Hardy

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F.A. Stokes, 1927 - 191 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 158 - The ancient Prince of Hell Hath risen with purpose fell; Strong mail of Craft and Power He weareth in this hour, On Earth is not his fellow. With force of arms we nothing can, Full soon were we down-ridden ; But for us fights the proper Man, Whom God Himself hath bidden.
Strana 158 - And were this world all devils o'er, And watching to devour us, We lay it not to heart so sore ; Not they can overpower us. And let the prince of ill Look grim as e'er he will, He harms us not a whit; For why? — his doom is writ; A word shall quickly slay him.
Strana 147 - I am the living bread which came down from heaven. If any man eat of this bread, he shall live for ever : and the bread that I will give is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world.
Strana 72 - Holy Ghost! our souls inspire, >-" And lighten with celestial fire. Thou the anointing Spirit art, Who dost Thy sevenfold gifts impart. Thy blessed unction from above Is comfort, life, and fire of love. Enable, with perpetual light, The dulness of our blinded sight.
Strana 168 - IF I have faltered more or less In my great task of happiness; If I have moved among my race And shown no glorious morning face; If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain: — Lord, Thy most pointed pleasure take And stab my spirit broad awake...
Strana 159 - Look grim as e'er he will, He harms us not a whit : For why ] His doom is writ, A word shall quickly slay him. God's "Word, for all their craft and force, One moment will not linger, But spite of Hell, shall have its course, 'Tis written by his finger. And though they take our life, Goods, honour, children, wife, Yet is their profit small ; These things shall vanish all, The City of God remaineth.
Strana 158 - A trusty shield and weapon ; He'll help us clear from all the ill That hath us now o'ertaken. The ancient Prince of Hell Hath risen with purpose fell ; Strong mail of Craft and Power He weareth in this hour, On Earth is not his fellow. With force of arms we nothing can, Full soon were we down-ridden ; But for us fights the proper Man, Whom God himself hath bidden. Ask ye, "Who is this same 1 Christ Jesus is his name, The Lord Zebaoth's Son, He and no other one Shall conquer in the battle.
Strana 189 - For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believed in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
Strana 178 - War is one of the greatest plagues that can afflict humanity; it destroys religion, it destroys states, it destroys families. Any scourge, in fact, is preferable to it.
Strana 129 - Is no man to be admitted to grace who does not know how the Father differs from the Son, and both from the Spirit? or how the nativity of the Son differs from the procession of the Spirit? Unless I forgive my brother his sins against me, God will not forgive me my sins. Unless I have a pure heart — unless I put away envy, hate, pride, avarice, lust, I shall not see God.

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