Memoir of Mrs. Sarah Lanman Smith ...

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Perkins & Marvin, 1840 - 396 strani
 

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Stran 77 - Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils : for wherein is he to be accounted of?
Stran 129 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Stran 276 - The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places : how are the mighty fallen ! Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon ; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.
Stran 50 - For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
Stran 152 - And the kings of the earth, who have committed fornication and lived deliciously with her, shall bewail her and lament for her, when they shall see the smoke of her burning, standing afar off for the fear of her torment, saying ; Alas, alas, that great city Babylon, that mighty city ! for in one hour is thy judgment come.
Stran 159 - But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame, fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone — But we left him alone in his glory...
Stran 344 - UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb ; Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To slumber in the silent dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds ; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son...
Stran 275 - The Spirit like a peaceful dove Flies from the realms of noise and strife ; Why should we vex and grieve his love, Who seals our souls to heavenly life?
Stran 45 - Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will — Such love, and meekness so divine — I would transcribe and make them mine. 3. Cold mountains, and the midnight air, Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer ; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict and thy victory too.
Stran 344 - Invades thy bounds ; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and blest the bed : Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne The morning break, and pierce the shade.

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