Both Sides the Border a Hundred Years Ago; Or, Glimpses of Religious Life in the Last Century1858 |
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... Heaven- The King's Trumpeters meeting the Pilgrim - Mrs . Trotter's Vision of Angels - Visions no criterion of ... HEAVEN . - The Country of Beulah - Dying Music - The supposed Song of a saint just entered Heaven - Death , the old ...
... Heaven- The King's Trumpeters meeting the Pilgrim - Mrs . Trotter's Vision of Angels - Visions no criterion of ... HEAVEN . - The Country of Beulah - Dying Music - The supposed Song of a saint just entered Heaven - Death , the old ...
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Oswald Jackson. CHAPTER V. Pastoral Mork . 66 The worth of a cure of souls is heaven or hell , according as he who is appointed to it does his duty or neglects it . " - GUESSES AT TRUTH . S my object in these brief memorials is not to.
Oswald Jackson. CHAPTER V. Pastoral Mork . 66 The worth of a cure of souls is heaven or hell , according as he who is appointed to it does his duty or neglects it . " - GUESSES AT TRUTH . S my object in these brief memorials is not to.
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... in the same road to heaven . With the wife of his youth he seems to have been remark- ably happy , and pleasant was the house where two such accordant spirits lived but to promote each other's comfort 64 PASTORAL WORK .
... in the same road to heaven . With the wife of his youth he seems to have been remark- ably happy , and pleasant was the house where two such accordant spirits lived but to promote each other's comfort 64 PASTORAL WORK .
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... heaven's splendours but of Cal- vary's death ! The preacher is not imaginative in thought or refined in language ; but he is in earnest ; he is possessed , moreover , of true natural eloquence ; and as his voice rises with his subject ...
... heaven's splendours but of Cal- vary's death ! The preacher is not imaginative in thought or refined in language ; but he is in earnest ; he is possessed , moreover , of true natural eloquence ; and as his voice rises with his subject ...
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... heaven , and points his finger up to- ward that " terrible crystal " in which the afternoon sun is now glowing , the climax is perfect , and you bow down melted and thrilled beneath the sublimity of his thought . ' The evening service ...
... heaven , and points his finger up to- ward that " terrible crystal " in which the afternoon sun is now glowing , the climax is perfect , and you bow down melted and thrilled beneath the sublimity of his thought . ' The evening service ...
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Страница 34 - SOLDIER, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Страница 133 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side ; Some great cause, God's new Messiah offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever "twixt that darkness and that light.
Страница 210 - Judge of all, and to the spirits of just men made perfect, and to Jesus the Mediator of the new covenant, and to the blood of sprinkling, that speaketh better things than that of Abel.
Страница 88 - The pains of death are past ; Labour and sorrow cease ; And, life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ, well done ! Praise be thy new employ ; And while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Saviour's joy.
Страница 127 - Come, ye blessed of my Father, receive the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world!
Страница 186 - AND is there care in heaven ? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is : else much more wretched were the case Of men than beasts. But O ! th...
Страница 210 - But ye are come unto Mount Zion ; and unto the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem ; and to an innumerable company of angels ; to the general assembly and church of the first-born, which are written in heaven ; and to God, the Judge of all; and to the spirits of just men made perfect...
Страница 79 - FATHER, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me, And the changes that are sure to come, I do not fear to see ; But I ask Thee for a present mind Intent on pleasing Thee.
Страница 100 - Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us.
Страница 205 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.