A Sermon, Preached at Haverhill (Mass.) in Remembrance of Mrs. Harriet Newell, Wife of the Rev. Samuel Newell, Missionary to India: Who Died at the Isle of France, Nov. 30, 1812, Aged 19 Years. : to which are Added Memoirs of Her Life

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Samuel T. Armstrong, 1814 - 154 páginas
 

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Página 171 - Blessed be the Lord, because he hath heard the voice of my supplications. The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped : Therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.
Página 47 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven : And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Página 130 - O thou bounteous giver of all good, Thou art of all thy gifts thyself the crown ! Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor ; And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.

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