Memoir of Mrs. Mary Lundie Duncan: Being Recollections of a Daughter

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Robert Carter & Brothers, 1851 - 310 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 253 - 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 276 - 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 246 - 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 61 - A father of the fatherless, and a judge of the widows, is God in his holy habitation.
Pàgina 282 - For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words.
Pàgina 69 - Whom have I in heaven but thee ? and there is none on earth that I desire besides thee ! My flesh and my heart faileth ; but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.
Pàgina 278 - And hope, the sweet singer that gladdened the earth, Lies asleep on the bosom of bliss! I know thou hast gone where thy forehead is starred With the beauty that dwelt in thy soul, Where the light of thy loveliness cannot be marred, Nor thy heart be flung back from its goal: I know thou hast drank of the Lethe that flows Through a land where they do not forget, That sheds over memory only repose, And takes from it only regret.
Pàgina 278 - I know thou hast gone where the weary are blest, And the mourner looks up and is glad ! Where Love has put off, in the land of its birth, The...
Pàgina 13 - The uplifted hand was dropped ; and when the child was asked who taught her to do that, she replied, that she heard papa read it one morning out of the Bible at prayer time.
Pàgina 278 - 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.

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