A Superintendent's Offering: Being a Brief Memoir of Two Scholars in the Mason Street Sabbath School [Timothy S. Cummings and Elizabeth M. Akarman], who Died Aug. and Sept. 1836

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Massachusetts Sabbath School Society, 1837 - 63 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 61 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Pàgina 60 - They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat. For the Lamb, which is in the midst of the throne, shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of water: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.
Pàgina 62 - Thus star by star declines Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines To pure and perfect day : Nor sink those stars in empty night ; They hide themselves in heaven's own light.
Pàgina 58 - What man is he that liveth, and shall not see death? shall he deliver his soul from the hand of the grave?
Pàgina 30 - And freed from its bodily chain : With songs let us follow his flight, And mount with his spirit above, Escaped to the mansions of light, And lodged in the Eden of love.
Pàgina 29 - What our hands find to do, let us do it with our might.
Pàgina 37 - Tis a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought ; Do I love the Lord, or no ? Am I his, or am I not ? 2 If I love, why am I thus?
Pàgina 62 - And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom ! Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side ; But the wide arms of Mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may die, for the SINLESS has died ! Thou art gone to the grave ! and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in fear linger'd long ; But the mild rays of paradise beam'd on thy waking, And the sound which thou heardst was the seraphim's song...
Pàgina 63 - Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Whose God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, and • Guide ; He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee, And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died.
Pàgina 62 - HPHOU art gone to the grave, but we will -*- not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.

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