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Página 85 - And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. 'And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it; for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
Página 71 - And when all the children of Israel saw how the fire came down, and the glory of the Lord upon the house, they bowed themselves with their faces to the ground upon the pavement, and worshipped, and praised the Lord, saying, For he is good ; for his mercy endureth for ever.
Página 70 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither : so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.
Página 85 - Thus saith the Lord God unto these bones : Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you and ye shall live, and I will lay sinews upon you, and will bring up flesh upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and ye shall live, and ye shall know that I am the Lord.
Página 56 - Where now thy might which all those kings subdued? No martial myriads muster in thy gate; No suppliant nations in thy Temple wait; No...
Página 153 - For mild he seemed as in Elysian bowers Wasting in careless ease the joyous hours ; Haughty, as bards have sung, with princely sway Curbing the fierce flame-breathing steeds of day ; Beauteous as vision seen in dreamy sleep By holy maid, on Delphi's haunted steep, Mid the dim twilight of the laurel grove Too fair to worship, too divine to love.
Página 85 - To highest heaven he lifts his kingly hand, And treads at once the ocean and the land ; And hark ! his voice amid the thunder's roar, His dreadful voice ! that time shall be no more ! Lo ! cherub hands the golden courts prepare ; Lo ! thrones...
Página 83 - And I will multiply the fruit of the tree, and the increase of the field, that ye shall receive no more reproach of famine among the heathen.
Página 70 - No workman steel, no ponderous axes rung ! Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung.