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Page 197 - See now that I, even I, am he, and there is no god with me : I kill, and I make alive ; I wound, and I heal : neither is there any that can deliver out of my hand.
Page 85 - How bright the unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! 5 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies, While heaven and earth combine to say, " How blest the righteous when he dies !
Page 197 - It is naught, it is naught, saith the buyer: but when he is gone his way, then he boasteth.
Page 25 - With all-engaging charms ; Hark, how He calls the tender lambs, And folds them in His arms ! 2 " Permit them to approach," he cries, " Nor scorn their humble name ; For 'twas to bless such souls as these, The Lord of angels came.
Page 1 - Peace to the just man's memory; let it grow Greener with years, and blossom through the flight Of ages ; let the mimic canvas show His calm benevolent features ; let the light Stream on his deeds of love, that shunned the sight Of all but heaven, and in the book of fame The glorious record of his virtues write And hold it up to men, and bid them claim A palm like his, and catch from him the hallowed flame.
Page 202 - Jesus, permit Thy gracious name to stand As the first effort of an infant's hand ; And as her fingers on the sampler move, Engage her tender heart to seek Thy love ; With Thy dear children may she have a part, And write Thy name Thyself upon her heart.
Page 120 - Poor fellow ! he cried long and bitterly. I could not speak, but pressed his hand. At length he said, " So you'll forgive me making so bold in speaking to you. He often spoke of you, and blessed you for leading him to Jesus. And he it was who led me to Jesus. We shall soon be together again, and won't we welcome you when you come home !"
Page 120 - He was covered with his blanket, and the coolies were waiting to bear him away. I took his paper from his pillow, where it had been laid, and went to the apothecary. We walked back to the corpse, and he placed it in the hands of the departed. He was buried that evening." I have often thought since, how beautiful was that heavenly love which bound those two dear young soldiers together ; how it sweetened their last dap on earth.