Memoir of Mrs. Sarah L. Huntington Smith: Late of the American Mission in Syria

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American tract society, 1846 - 396 páginas

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Página 173 - But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame, fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone — But we left him alone in his glory...
Página 64 - For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
Página 59 - Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will — Such love, and meekness so divine — I would transcribe and make them mine. 3. Cold mountains, and the midnight air, Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer ; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict and thy victory too.
Página 166 - And the kings of the earth, who have committed fornication and lived deliciously with her, shall bewail her and lament for her, when they shall see the smoke of her burning, standing afar off for the fear of her torment, saying ; Alas, alas, that great city Babylon, that mighty city ! for in one hour is thy judgment come.
Página 362 - UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb ; Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To slumber in the silent dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds ; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son...
Página 143 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Página 26 - mong the loudest harps, And will receive thee glad, my friend and theirs. For all are friends in heaven ; all faithful friends ; And many friendships in the days of Time Begun, are lasting here, and growing still : So grows ours evermore, both theirs and mine.
Página 362 - Invades thy bounds ; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and blest the bed : Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne The morning break, and pierce the shade.
Página 231 - They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why ; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne. And think it kindness to his majesty : A stubborn race, fearing and flattering none.
Página 209 - All the flocks of Kedar shall be gathered together unto thee, The rams of Nebaioth shall minister unto thee: They shall come up with acceptance on mine altar, And I will glorify the house of my glory.

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