...and anxiety had made him like unto a skin bottle, shrivelled and blackened in the smoke. 103. — " How sweet are thy words unto my taste ! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth !" An affectionate wife often says, " My husband, your words are sweeter to me than honey ; yes, they...

...after the inward man," and with the Psalmist, " O how love I thy law ! it is my meditation all the day. How sweet are thy words unto my taste ! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth. Through thy precepts I get understanding, therefore I hate every false way." As the belief of a God...

...and anxiety had made him like unto a skin bottle, shrivelled and blackened in the smoke. 103. — " How sweet are thy words unto my taste ! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth !" An affectionate wife often says, " My husband, your words are sweeter to me than honey ; yes, they...

...the lesson, he bestoweth on the scholar both a disposition to learn and an ability to perform. 103. How sweet are thy words unto my taste ! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth. The soul hath its ' taste,' as well as the body, and that taste is then in good order, when the ' words...

...pleasure in being instructed in heavenly things. When we read again, in the language of David, " Oh how sweet are thy words unto my taste ! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth ;" * or when we read of our blessed Redeemer (who is pre-eminently called by the Evangelist " the Word...

...ways" we find to be "pleasantness, and all her paths peace." Our language is : " O how love I thy law ! How sweet are thy words unto my taste ! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth !" But it seems not to be so with Catholics. I have been struck with surprise to hear even the most...

...ways" we find to be "pleasantness, and all her paths peace." Our language is: " O how love I thy law! How sweet are thy words unto my taste ! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!" But it seems not to be so with Catholics. I have been struck with surprise to hear even the most devout...

...ways" we find to be "pleasantness, and all her paths peace." Our language is: " O how love I thy law! How sweet are thy words unto my taste ! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth !" But it seems not to be so with Catholics. I have been struck with surprise to hear even the most...

...we find to be " pleasantness, and all her paths peace." Our language is : " O how love I thy law ! How sweet are thy words unto my taste ! yea, sweeter than honey to ray mouth !" But it seems not to be so with Catholics. I have been struck with surprise to hear even...

...and a light to my feet. All language fails to express the regard which I feel for it. " How sweet arc thy words unto my taste ; yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth : thy testimonies have I taken as an heritage for ever ; for they are the rejoicing of my heart." Blessed...