The Parted Family: And Other Poems. An Offering to the Afflicted, and Atribute of Love to Departed Friends

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Dayton & Saxton, 1842 - 312 trang
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Trang 107 - UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb ; Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To slumber in the silent dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds ; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here. While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son Passed...
Trang 60 - ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie.
Trang 238 - In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Trang vi - Is it well with thee ? is it well with thy husband ? is it well with the child ? And she answered, It is well.
Trang 102 - For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive. But every man in his own order: Christ the firstfruits; afterward they that are Christ's at his coming.
Trang 60 - When shall I reach that happy place, And be forever blest ? When shall I see my Father's face, And in His bosom rest...
Trang 176 - Healer was there who had stricken her heart And taken her treasure away; To allure her to heaven He has placed it on high, And the mourner will sweetly obey: There had whispered a voice — 'twas the voice of her God: " I love thee ! I love thee ! Pass under the rod...
Trang 107 - Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, Invade thy bounds ; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose. 3. So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and bless'd the bed : Rest here, blest saint, till from His throne The morning break, and pierce the shade.
Trang 103 - O death ! where is thy sting 1 O grave ! where is thy victory 1 The sting of death is sin, and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory, through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Trang 175 - And I will cause you to pass under the rod, and I will bring you into the bond of the covenant.

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