Memoir of Mrs. W. W. Duncan: Being Recollections of a Daughter

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W. Oliphant and son, 1841 - 308 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 259 - To me remains nor place nor time, My country is in every clime; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there.
Pàgina 301 - In all their affliction He was afflicted, and the angel of His presence saved them : in His love and in His pity He redeemed them ; and He bare them, and carried them all the days of old.
Pàgina 119 - Whose adorning, let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; but let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible ; even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of GOD of great price.
Pàgina 67 - A father of the fatherless, and a judge of the widows, is God in his holy habitation.
Pàgina 252 - His love, in time past, forbids me to think He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink; Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review, Confirms his good pleasure to help me quite through.
Pàgina 274 - All this day Thy hand has led me, And I thank Thee for Thy care ; Thou hast clothed and warm'd and fed me, Listen to my evening prayer. Let my sins be all forgiven ! Bless the friends I love so well ! Take me, when I die, to Heaven ; Happy, there with Thee to dwell.
Pàgina 230 - For thou wilt the afflicted save In grief that low do lie : But wilt bring down the countenance Of them whose looks are high. 28 The Lord will light my candle so, That it shall shine full bright ; The Lord my God will also make My darkness to be light.
Pàgina 303 - And though, like a mourner that sits by a tomb, I am wrapped in a mantle of care — Yet the grief of my bosom — oh, call it not gloom,— Is not the black grief of despair ; By sorrow revealed, as the stars are by night, Far off a bright vision appears, And Hope, like the rainbow, a creature of light, Is born, like the rainbow, in tears.
Pàgina 278 - And so gay did the daisies and buttercups look, That I thought little lambs must be happy all day. And when I remember the beautiful psalm, That tells about Christ and his pastures so green, I know he is willing to make me his lamb. And happier far than the lambs I have seen. If I drink of the waters, so peaceful and still, That flow in his field, I...
Pàgina 114 - August 1. Freedom has dawned this morning on the British Colonies. (No more degraded lower than the brutes — no more bowed down with suffering from which there is no redress) the sons of Africa have obtained the rights of fellow-subjects — the rights of man, the immortal creation of God. (Now they may seek the sanctuary fearless of the lash — they may call their children their own.) Hope will animate their hearts and give vigor to their efforts.

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