A Memoir of Charlotte Hamilton: Who Died at Somers, Conn., August 26, 1835, Aged Ten Years : Illustrating the Reality and Power of Godliness in Childhood

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Canfield & Robins, 1838 - 167 trang
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Trang 35 - Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free ; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend ; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.
Trang 47 - When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shall not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.
Trang 93 - WHY should we start and fear to die ! What timorous worms we mortals are ! Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there.
Trang 94 - O, if my Lord would come and meet, My soul should stretch her wings in haste, Fly, fearless, through death's iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she passed. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Trang 119 - And long to fly away. 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend The whispers of his love ; Sweet to look upward to the place Where Jesus pleads above. 3 Sweet to look back, and see my name In life's fair book set down ; Sweet to look forward, and behold Eternal joys my own.
Trang 119 - Sweet, In the confidence of faith, "To trust His firm decrees; Sweet to lie passive in His hands, And know no will but His...
Trang 149 - Is it well with thee ? is it well with thy husband ? is it well with the child ? And she answered, It is well.
Trang 54 - Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all : 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul, In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
Trang 82 - till time shall end, In memory of your dying Friend ; Meet at my table, and record The love of your departed Lord.
Trang 149 - So fair, so young, so gentle, so sincere, So loved, so early lost, may claim a tear : Yet mourn not if the life resumed by heaven Was spent to every end for which 'twas given.

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