Memorial of Samuel Gilman Brown, D. D., LL.D.: Born January 4, 1813, Died November 4, 1885Trow's printing and bookbinding Company, 1886 - 86 páginas |
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Memorial of Samuel Gilman Brown, D. D., LL.: D. Born January 4, 1813, Died ... Visualização completa - 1886 |
Memorial of Samuel Gilman Brown, D. D., LL.D.: Born January 4, 1813, Died ... Visualização completa - 1886 |
Memorial of Samuel Gilman Brown, D. D., LL.D.: Born January 4, 1813, Died ... Visualização completa - 1886 |
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Página 37 - Now the God of peace, that brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great Shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the everlasting covenant, Make you perfect in every good work to do his will, working in you that which is wellpleasing in his sight, through Jesus Christ ; to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.
Página 27 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 7 - Before the willing spirit takes Her mansion near the throne. 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail To trace her heavenward flight; No eye can pierce within the veil, Which hides that world of light.
Página 8 - Though dark waves roll o'er the silent river, Thy fainting soul Jesus can deliver.
Página 86 - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.
Página 79 - Her suffering ended with the day, Yet lived she at its close, And breathed the long, long night away In statue-like repose ; " ' But when the sun in all his state Illumed the eastern skies, She passed through Glory's morning gate, And walked in paradise.
Página 8 - His pleasure. 3 Though we may mourn Those in life the dearest, They shall return, Christ, when Thou appearest! Soon shall Thy voice Comfort those now weeping, Bidding rejoice All in Jesus sleeping.
Página 50 - The dead are like the stars by day ; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But, not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky : Spirits from bondage thus set free Vanish amidst immensity, Where human thought, like human sight, Fails to pursue their trackless flight.
Página 30 - When faith and patience, hope and love, Have made us meet for heaven above, How blest the privilege to rise Snatched in a moment to the skies! Unconscious, to resign our breath, Nor taste the bitterness of death.
Página 26 - ... infant perhaps the one is as painful as the other. He that dies in an earnest pursuit is like one that is wounded in hot blood, who for the time scarce feels the hurt' and therefore, a mind fixed and bent upon somewhat that is good, doth avert the dolours of death. But above all, believe it, the sweetest canticle is Nunc dimittis, when a man hath obtained worthy ends and expectations.