"For the power Thou hast given me to lay hold of things unseen: For the strong sense I have that this is not my home:
For my restless heart which nothing finite..."
"Let the rich of the earth feast and worship. Bow before him, all who are mortal, all whose lives will end as dust. Our children will also serve him......"
"Comfort thyself, tried believer, with this thought: God saith, "I have chosen thee in the furnace of affliction." Does not the word come like a soft....."
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