The Farewell Services of Robert Moffat, in Edinburgh, Manchester, and London. Edited by John Campbell. [With a Portrait.]

John CAMPBELL (D.D., Minister of the Tabernacle, Moorfields.)
John Snow, 1843 - 171 Seiten

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Seite 103 - See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small ; Love, so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Seite 48 - Twas the same love that spread the feast That sweetly forced us in; Else we had still refused to taste, And perished in our sin.
Seite 55 - Let thine eyes look right on, and let thine eyelids look straight before thee. Ponder the path of thy feet, and let all thy ways be established.
Seite 124 - Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright ; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
Seite 106 - They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.
Seite 137 - YE messengers of Christ, His sovereign voice obey ; Arise, and follow where He leads, And peace attend your way. 2 The Master whom you serve Will needful strength bestow; Depending on His promised aid, With sacred courage go. 3...
Seite 164 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Seite 47 - How sweet and awful is the place, With Christ within the doors, While everlasting love displays The choicest of her stores ! 2 While all our hearts, and all our songs, Join to admire the feast, Each of us cries with thankful tongue, " Lord, why was I a guest ?" 3 " Why was I made to hear Thy voice, And enter while there's room, When thousands make a wretched choice, And rather starve than come...
Seite 11 - There shall no evil befal thee : neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling. For he shall give his angels charge over thee: to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands : lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.

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