Essex Institute Historical Collections, Volumen21Essex Institute Press, 1884 |
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Página 300 - 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 43 - Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our kindred rise : Awake, ye nations under ground ; Ye saints, ascend the skies.
Página 201 - Yet again we hope to meet thee, When the day of life is fled, Then in heaven with joy to greet thee, Where no farewell tear is shed.
Página 116 - As you are now, so once was I As I am now so you must be Prepare for death, and follow me.
Página 123 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more.
Página 35 - Death is a debt to Nature due, Which I have paid and so must you.
Página 41 - tis the Lord Jehovah's hand That blasts our joys in death ; Changes the visage once so dear, And gathers back the breath.
Página 202 - It is not the will of your heavenly Father that one of these little ones should perish :
Página 38 - Let worms devour my wasting flesh, And crumble all my bones to dust, My God shall raise my frame anew At the revival of the just.
Página 42 - WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms.