Bessie Brown, the Soldiers daughter. By the author of “Opposite the Jail” [i.e. Mary A. Denison], etc. [With “Diary of a Young Christian.”]Henry Hoyt, 1863 - 232 páginas |
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Página 120 - Lord, who shall abide in Thy tabernacle? Who shall dwell in Thy holy hill? He that walketh uprightly, and worketh righteousness, And speaketh the truth in his heart.
Página 120 - In whose eyes a vile person is contemned ; But he honoureth them that fear the LORD. He that sweareth to his own hurt, and changeth not. He that putteth not out his money to usury, Nor taketh reward against the innocent. He that doeth these things shall never be moved.
Página 111 - Forgive, me, LORD, for Thy dear SON, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Página 112 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Página 149 - Look well if there be any way of wickedness in me : and lead me in the way everlasting.
Página 181 - My God! Can it be possible I have To die so suddenly? So young to go Under the obscure, cold, rotting, wormy ground! To be nailed down into a narrow place; To see no more sweet sunshine; hear no more Blithe voice of living thing; muse not again Upon familiar thoughts, sad, yet thus lost — How fearful!
Página 197 - He that from dross would win the precious ore, Bends o'er the crucible an earnest eye, The subtle, searching process to explore, Lest the one brilliant moment should pass by, When in the molten silver's virgin mass He meets his pictured face, as in a glass. Thus in God's furnace are his people tried ; Thrice happy they who to the end endure ; But who the fiery trial may abide ? — Who from the crucible come forth so pure, That He, whose eyes of flame look through the whole, May see his image perfect...
Página 215 - It matters little at what hour o' the day The righteous fall asleep, death cannot come To him untimely who is fit to die : The less of this cold world, the more of heaven, The briefer life, the earlier immortality.
Página 229 - This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that JESUS CHRIST came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am chief.
Página 190 - What shall it profit me, if I gain the whole world, and lose my own soul ? or what shall I give in exchange for my soul ? Every thing else is comparatively nothing.