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5981 General Conference Bulletin, vol. 7 May 18, 1913, page 32 paragraph 2
… the storm without, two thousand or more gathered in the main pavilion for the first Sabbath-school of the Conference session. Elder G. B. Thompson, secretary …
5982 General Conference Bulletin, vol. 7 May 22, 1913, page 90 paragraph 1
… snow-storm, in one of her fits of insanity she ran out into the storm without clothing, and on this occasion her child was born. For a time this woman’s case seemed …
5983 General Conference Bulletin, vol. 7 May 25, 1913, page 132 paragraph 8
… of storm, so this hope, as an anchor entering into that within the veil—Christ himself—holds the Christian, linking the believer and Christ. The sanctuary is …
5984 General Conference Bulletin, vol. 7 May 26, 1913, page 141 paragraph 24
… snow-storm. We almost despaired of being saved alive. The brother with me tried to assist the driver in finding the way, but he himself soon got confused, and …
5985 General Conference Bulletin, vol. 7 June 1, 1913, page 218 paragraph 23
… the storm, a shadow from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.” Isaiah 25:1, 4 .
5986 General Conference Bulletin, vol. 7 June 2, 1913, page 237 paragraph 3
… a storm. While I was thinking about it, there rang out these words, “The lights are burning bright, sir.” I looked out of the forward port-hole to see who had spoken …
5987 General Conference Bulletin, vol. 7 June 3, 1913, page 248 paragraph 10
… hail storm passed through that part of the country, and following this storm came a very severe drought. But this storm passed around the mission station …
5988 Manuscripts and Memories of Minneapolis, p. 120.6 (Ellen Gould White)
… the storm in the minds of many, will have [torn here] results to answer for. I am decidedly unpopular, and I am not sorry. I am the [torn here] for I shall have no offices …
5989 Manuscripts and Memories of Minneapolis, p. 257.4 (Ellen Gould White)
… a storm of criticism, opposition, and bitterness which I had never met before, and for which I could recognize no occasion. My chief error since, has been to allow …
5990 Manuscripts and Memories of Minneapolis, p. 318.2 (Ellen Gould White)
… a storm arose in different parts of the field. Our brethren who have been studying their Bibles were shocked to think the REVIEW would give publicity to such …
5991 Manuscripts and Memories of Minneapolis, p. 505.3 (Ellen Gould White)
… coming. Storm came up here in a hurry. Brother P and I walked around the as far as Motor (?) Depot. Had talk with same about Brother H. marrying.
5992 Millennial Harp, p. 9.1 (Joshua V. Himes)
3. There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven; When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise and ocean rolls And all is drear-but heaven.
5993 Millennial Harp, p. 35.1 (Joshua V. Himes)
1. I would not live alway: I ask not to stay, Where storm after storm rises o’er the dark way The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, ... Are enough for life’s woes, full enough for its cheer.
5994 Millennial Harp, p. 41.1 (Joshua V. Himes)
… , The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawn’d, and rudely blow’d The wind that toss’d my foundering bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death struck …
5995 Millennial Harp, p. 41.2 (Joshua V. Himes)
… ’ the storm and danger’s thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moor’d-my perils o’er, I’ll sing first in night’s diadem, Forever and forevermore, The …
5996 Millennial Musings, p. 69.6 (Joshua V. Himes)
3 Throned on a cloud our God shall come, Bright flames prepare his way; Thunder and darkness, tire and storm, Lead on the dreadful day.
5997 Millennial Musings, p. 73.1 (Joshua V. Himes)
3 The Lord will come! a dreadful form, With wreath of flame and robe of storm, On cherub wings, and wings of wind, Anointed Judge of human-kind!
5998 Millennial Musings, p. 74.3 (Joshua V. Himes)
4 “Let the earth totter on her base, And clouds the heaven deform; Blow, all ye winds, from every place, And rush the final storm.
5999 Millennial Musings, p. 88.2 (Joshua V. Himes)
1 How happy are the little flock, Who, safe beneath their guardian Rock, In all commotions rest; When war’s and tumult’s waves run high, Unmoved above the storm they lie, And lodge in Jesus’ breast.
6000 Millennial Musings, p. 125.2 (Joshua V. Himes)
2 There is a home for weary souls, By sins and sorrows driven, When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise and ocean rolls, And all is drear-but heaven.