Here's a review from Sling Catcher: "The first thing I do every morning when I wake up is to read the psalms of the day and meditate on it while looking at the beautiful picture of the day. Thank you for being such a blessing to my life and I’m pretty sure to many more people...
Here's a review from Sling Catcher: "The first thing I do every morning when I wake up is to read the psalms of the day and meditate on it while looking at the beautiful picture of the day. Thank you for being such a blessing to my life and I’m pretty sure to many more people...
96Of all perfection I have seen an end, Broad [is] Thy command -- exceedingly! 97[Mem.] O how I have loved Thy law! All the day it [is] my meditation. 98Than mine enemies Thy command maketh me wiser, For it [is] before me to the age. ...
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Book 2 (Psalms 42-72) Psalm 42 - For the music director, a well-written song by the Korahites. As a deer longs for streams of water, so I long for
Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Fneral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the...
II.THE GENERAL DENIAL OF THIS AFFIRMATION, which is met with in our day. There are not a few who say that the Lordwillreign; but that, as yet, the state of the world is getting worse and worse, and will do so until the coming of the Lord, when he will bring all evil to an ...
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Was not spoken of the soul. 此话指的并不是我们的精神。 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, 我们的归宿并不是快乐, Is our destined and our way; 也不是悲伤, But to act, 实干 That much to-morrow. 才是我们的道路, Find us farther than to-day. 每天不断前进,蒸蒸蒸日上。 Art is long, an...
And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou art, to dust returnest,Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,Is our destined end or way;But to act, that each to-morrowFind us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and ...