Memoir of Nathan W. Dickerman: Who Died at Boston, (Mass.) January 2, 1830 in the Eighth Year of His Age

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American Tract Society, 1830 - 129 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 41 - of Friend ; His is love, beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end. Which of all our friends to save us Could or would have shed his blood; But this Saviour died to have us Reconciled in him to God. When he lived on earth abased, Friend
Pàgina 75 - And he went a little further, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if this cup may not pass from me except I drink it, thy will be done.' •
Pàgina 124 - breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.' And after sitting a few moments in silence, he added another, ' Jesus, my God, I know his name, His name is
Pàgina ii - the times therein mentioned;" and also to an Act entitled "An Act supplementary to an Act, entitled, an Act for the encouragement of Learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts, and books to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned; and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving, and etching, historical and other prints.
Pàgina 110 - He bid me arise, To hail Him in triumph descending the skies. Who, who would live alway, away from his God; Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains. And the noon-tide of glory eternally reigns : Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet: While the anthems of rapture unceasingly
Pàgina 110 - not to stay, Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lucid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for ita cheer.
Pàgina ii - PARKER, of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following,
Pàgina 41 - in the same. Oh, for grace our hearts to soften! Teach us Lord, at length to love ; We, alas ! forget too often, What a Friend we have above.
Pàgina 38 - My soul each storm defies, Thou art my Pilot wise ; While I have such a Lord ! I trust Thy faithfulness and power, To save me in the trying hour. Though rocks and quicksands deep, Through all my passage lie; Yet thou wilt safely keep,
Pàgina 30 - T is a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought, Do I love the Lord or no, Am I his, or am I

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