Twenty-one Letters: Written to a Near Relative at SchoolJ. Johnson ... Black, Parry, and Kingsbury ... J. Hatchard ... Williams and Smith ... T. Conder ... L.B. Seely, ... and J. Smith, 1809 - 107 страници |
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May you learn to acknowledge him in all your ways , to pray to him for his
blessing , and to praise him daily for his mercies ; and then you will do well . This
is the great privilege which distinguishes us from the beasts of the field ; they
likewise ...
May you learn to acknowledge him in all your ways , to pray to him for his
blessing , and to praise him daily for his mercies ; and then you will do well . This
is the great privilege which distinguishes us from the beasts of the field ; they
likewise ...
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Though of your dear mamma bereft , Tho ' still I miss her , I can praise It checks
my grief that you are left , To cheer my few remaining days . My child , who now I
trust , is thine To thee , dear Saviour I commend ; Vouchsafe upon her heart to ...
Though of your dear mamma bereft , Tho ' still I miss her , I can praise It checks
my grief that you are left , To cheer my few remaining days . My child , who now I
trust , is thine To thee , dear Saviour I commend ; Vouchsafe upon her heart to ...
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To him then let us raise A song of grateful praise . Thus may his grace impart
Salvation to each heart ; Then tho ' you sow in tears , Beset with foes and fears ,
Expect when he shall come A joyful harvest home , FRUIT GATHERED FROM A
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To him then let us raise A song of grateful praise . Thus may his grace impart
Salvation to each heart ; Then tho ' you sow in tears , Beset with foes and fears ,
Expect when he shall come A joyful harvest home , FRUIT GATHERED FROM A
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NO Hero ' s praise shall stain my pert , For burning towns , or slaught ' rinig men ;
A gentle theme best pleases me ; I sing Miss Gordon ' s favorite tree . How tall it
rears its stately head ! How wide its num ' rous branches spread ! Yet all that now
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NO Hero ' s praise shall stain my pert , For burning towns , or slaught ' rinig men ;
A gentle theme best pleases me ; I sing Miss Gordon ' s favorite tree . How tall it
rears its stately head ! How wide its num ' rous branches spread ! Yet all that now
...
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JESUS , who found me while I stray ' d In Afric ' s dreary wild , , Who for my soul a
ransom paid , And made his foe a child . He taught my wild blaspheming tongue
To aim at prayer and praise ; To make his gracę my theme and song , And ...
JESUS , who found me while I stray ' d In Afric ' s dreary wild , , Who for my soul a
ransom paid , And made his foe a child . He taught my wild blaspheming tongue
To aim at prayer and praise ; To make his gracę my theme and song , And ...
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Страница 80 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
Страница 103 - ... land ? What will the future age have gained, When my poor name is seen, From knowing I was entertained By you at Cowslip Green } Rather let me record a name That shall adorn your page. Which, like the sun, is still the same, And shines from age to age : JESUS, who found me when I stray M In Afric'» dreary wild, Who for my soul a ransom paid, And made his foe a child.
Страница 27 - If he were upon earth now, would you not wish that I should lead you to him, that he might lay his hands upon you and bless you, as he did the children which were brought to him? If he were here, and I could go with you and say, " Lord " bless my child likewise !" I am sure he would not frown at you, and say, " Take her away, I will have " nothing to do with her !" No, my dear child, he has promised, them that come to him he will in no wise cast out.
Страница 73 - I have a cheerful hope that he will put you among his children, guide you through this wilderness world by his counsel, and afterwards receive you to his glory ; and that he sent you to me, that you might have the benefit of those means of grace and instructions, which by his blessing will be effectual to make you wise unto salvation. Though he alone can work in you to will, and to do according to his good pleasure, yet there is something incumbent on you. He has said, " They who seek
Страница 105 - ... JOHNSON, GOING TO BOTANY BAY. The Lord, who sends thee hence, will be thine aid; In vain at thee the lion, Danger, roars; His arm and love shall keep thee undismayed On tempest-tossed seas, and savage shores. Go, bear the Saviour's name to lands unknown, Tell to the Southern world His wondrous grace; An energy Divine thy words shall own, And draw their untaught hearts to seek His face. Many in quest of gold or empty fame Would compass earth, or venture near the poles; But how much nobler thy...
Страница 104 - He taught my wild, blaspheming tongue To aim at prayer and praise, To make his grace my theme and song, And guided all my ways. A pattern now of Mercy's power Where'er I stand is seen, Such as, I think, was ne'er before Beheld at Cowslip Green.
Страница 105 - OMICRON TO JOHNSON, Going to Botany Bay The Lord, who sends thee hence, will be thine aid; In vain at thee the lion, Danger, roars; His arm and love shall keep thee undismayed On tempest-tossed seas, and savage shores. Go, bear the Saviour's name to lands unknown, Tell to the Southern world His wondrous grace; An energy Divine thy words shall own, And draw their untaught hearts to seek His face. Many in quest of gold or empty fame Would compass earth, or venture...