Memoirs of the Life, Writings and Charcter of the Late Thomas Hinderwell ...

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Cole, 1826 - 55 pages

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Page 7 - Be ye sure that the Lord he is God; it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves: we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. O go your way into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and speak good of his Name.
Page 36 - How are thy servants blest, O Lord ! How sure is their defence ! Eternal Wisdom is their guide, Their help, Omnipotence.
Page 37 - For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.
Page 38 - To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And, oh ! still harder lesson ! how to die : Disdain not Thou to smooth the restless bed Of sickness and of pain. Forgive the tear That feeble nature drops...
Page 38 - And all the lovely relatives of life ; Then shed thy comforts o'er me, then put on The gentlest of thy looks. Let no dark crimes In all their hideous forms then starting up, Plant themselves round my couch in grim array, And stab my bleeding heart with two-edg'd torture; Sense of past guilt, and dread of future woe.
Page 37 - At thy good time Let Death approach ; I reck not — let him but come In genuine form, not with thy vengeance arm'd, Too much for man to bear.
Page 37 - Obedient to thy will ; The sea that roar'd at thy command, At thy command was still. In midst of dangers, fears, and death, Thy goodness I'll adore, And praise thee for thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more. My life, if thou preserv'st my life, Thy sacrifice shall be ; And death, if death must be my doom, Shall join my soul to thee.
Page 12 - What though no funeral pomp, no borrow'd tear, Your hour of death to gazing crowds shall tell; Nor weeping friends attend your sable bier, Who sadly listen to the passing bell; The tutor'd sigh, the vain parade of woe, No real anguish to the soul impart; And oft, alas!
Page 29 - I must work the works of Him that sent Me while it is day, for the night cometh when no man can work d ." Two doctrines, both of them distinctly Christian, throw their guardian shadows over the lesson.
Page 14 - THE wretch condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on hope relies ; And ev'ry pang that rends the heart Bids expectation rise. Hope, like the glim'ring taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way ; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.

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