A Memorial of the Semi-centennial Celebration of the Founding of the Sunday School of the First Presbyterian Church, Utica, N. Y.
E.H. Roberts, 1867 - 243 páginas
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Anniversary associations Assyria attend became Bible blessed boys bright building called cause celebration Christ Christian church CLARKE close connected DEAR SIR delightful devoted duty early entered exercises faithful feel fifty five formed friends gathered gave GEORGE give hand happy heart held honored hope impression influence instruction interest invitation JOHN kind knew known labors ladies learned lessons letter living look meeting memory mind Miss missionary morning names never occasion occupied October organ passed past pastor pleasant pleasure prayer Presbyterian Church present recall received recollections record religious remain remember removed Sabbath School scholars seemed side Society soon spirit stand street success Sunday School Superintendent teach teachers thing THOMAS thought took Utica whole WILSON York young
Página 8 - Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river — Gather with the saints at the river, That flows by the throne of God...
Página 138 - Now the end of the commandment is charity out of a pure heart, and of a good conscience, and of faith unfeigned...
Página 7 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne! Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne ? And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp, And surely I'll be mine, And we'll tak a cup o...
Página 71 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Página 19 - My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise.
Página 70 - JESUS, and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of thee — Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days?
Página 132 - And Pharaoh's daughter said unto her, Take this child away, and nurse it for me, and I will give thee thy wages.
Página 190 - And let us not be weary in well doing : for 'in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.