AsleepT. B. Ventres, 1871 - 149 páginas |
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... natural and sweet , as for us to loose our arms from our dear mother's neck , that we might embrace our father . " " I can scarcely understand this . I am afraid I have been too much absorbed in this world . My aspirations for my baby ...
... natural and sweet , as for us to loose our arms from our dear mother's neck , that we might embrace our father . " " I can scarcely understand this . I am afraid I have been too much absorbed in this world . My aspirations for my baby ...
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... natural , heart- felt expressions of grief . In these He him- self participates . He only chides overmuch lamentation . The tears are not forbidden that make a rainbow of hope as we look through them up to His glory . We cannot help ...
... natural , heart- felt expressions of grief . In these He him- self participates . He only chides overmuch lamentation . The tears are not forbidden that make a rainbow of hope as we look through them up to His glory . We cannot help ...
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... natural dread of the last moment . All through her sickness , she had spoken of her unworthiness of the love of Christ , and yet had dwelt upon His free grace ; how it was exhibited during His life here on earth , and how it follows us ...
... natural dread of the last moment . All through her sickness , she had spoken of her unworthiness of the love of Christ , and yet had dwelt upon His free grace ; how it was exhibited during His life here on earth , and how it follows us ...
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... natural sun , And I astonied , fell , and could not pray , A thought within me to myself did say― . ' Is God less God , that thou art mortal - sad ? Rise , worship , bless Him ! in this sackcloth clad As in that purple ! ' - But I ...
... natural sun , And I astonied , fell , and could not pray , A thought within me to myself did say― . ' Is God less God , that thou art mortal - sad ? Rise , worship , bless Him ! in this sackcloth clad As in that purple ! ' - But I ...
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... natural to desire last words , and sa- cred communings , and parting endearments that we may have to dwell upon , when we yearn in vain for the real presence ; but if we could be unselfish , we should wish to spare our dear ones the ...
... natural to desire last words , and sa- cred communings , and parting endearments that we may have to dwell upon , when we yearn in vain for the real presence ; but if we could be unselfish , we should wish to spare our dear ones the ...
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Asleep: Words of Comfort to the Bereaved Mrs. Frances Irene Burge Smith Griswold Visualização completa - 1876 |
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angels Annie arms babe baby beautiful behold beloved sleep blessed Lord Jesus blessedness bliss body bosom breath bright cheer child Christ Christian comfort consolation dark darling dead dear Father dear Lord dear Maud death Divine dread dust Dust to dust dwell earth earthly Easter eternal eyes face faith father fear feel flesh flowers forever friends give giveth His beloved glory God's goeth gone grace grave green pastures grief hands happy hath heart Heaven heavenly holy hope Jesus Christ Lamb Lamb of God Lazarus light little children little Willie live look marriage mercy mortal moth mother never nursling pain Paradise peace prayer precious presence Redeemer Resurrection sacred sickness sight sing sister sorrow soul spirit sure sweet tears tender thee things thou art thought torpor trees unto via dolorosa voice walk watch weary weep words yearning
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Página 25 - Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come ; And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the gospel leads us home.
Página 43 - ALL are not taken ; there are left behind Living Beloveds, tender looks to bring. And make the daylight still a happy thing, And tender voices, to make soft the wind. But if it were not so — if I could find No love in all the world for comforting, Nor any path but hollowly did ring, Where
Página 72 - The Spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life.
Página 72 - I AM the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die.
Página 43 - Beloveds, tender looks to bring, And make the daylight still a happy thing, And tender voices, to make soft the wind. But if it were not so — if I could find No love in all the world for comforting, Nor any path but hollowly did ring, Where 'dust to dust' the love from life disjoined, And, if, before those sepulchres unmoving, I stood alone, (as some forsaken lamb Goes bleating up the moors in weary dearth) Crying ' Where are ye, O my loved and loving?
Página 97 - Saviour, low and sweet From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low, Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee so Who art not missed by any that entreat. Speak to me as to Mary at thy feet ! And if no precious gums my hands bestow, Let my tears drop like amber while I go In reach of thy divinest voice complete In humanest affection — thus, in sooth, To lose the sense of losing. As a child, Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore, Is sung to in its stead by mother's mouth Till, sinking on her breast,...
Página 108 - MY God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home in life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done!
Página 108 - If thou shouldst call me to resign ' What most I prize — it ne'er was mine ; I only yield thee what is thine — " Thy will be done." 5 Let but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God, to thee I leave the rest ; "Thy will be done.
Página 34 - TO A DYING INFANT. SLEEP, little baby ! Sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed, Not on thy mother's breast Henceforth shall be thy rest, But with the quiet dead. Yes — with the quiet dead, Baby, thy rest shall be ! Oh ! many a weary wight, Weary of life and light, Would fain lie down with thee. Flee little tender nursling ! Flee to thy grassy nest ; There the first flowers shall blow, The first pure flake of snow Shall fall upon thy breast.
Página 72 - Thy dead men shall live, together with my dead body shall they arise. Awake and sing, ye that dwell in dust; for thy dew is as the dew of herbs, and the earth shall cast out the dead.