The Life of Col. James Gardiner, with Extracts from His Funeral Sermon

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Religious Tract Society, 1864 - 149 páginas

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Página 122 - Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
Página 124 - He comes the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure : And with the treasures of his grace To enrich the humble poor.
Página 109 - Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him : I will set him on high, because he hath known my name. He shall call upon me, and I will answer him : I will be with him in trouble ; I will deliver him, and honour him.
Página 56 - O my God, my soul is cast down within me : therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
Página 55 - I also heard the men themselves, that they sang with a loud voice, saying, " Blessing, honour, and glory, and power be to Him that sitteth upon the throne, and to the Lamb, for ever and ever.
Página 53 - Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope, and in the power of the Holy Ghost.
Página 124 - HARK, the glad sound ! the Saviour comes ! The Saviour promised long ! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song.
Página 25 - ... he was reading, which he at first imagined might happen by some accident in the candle. But lifting up his eyes, he apprehended, to his extreme amazement, that there was before him, as it were suspended in the air, a visible representation of the Lord JESUS CHRIST upon the cross, surrounded on all sides with a glory; and was impressed, as if a voice, or something equivalent to a voice, had come to him, to this ef*fect, (for he was not confident as to the very words;) " Oh sinner, did I suffer...
Página 125 - Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, And sheds its fragrance there ! The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care. I'll speak the honours of thy name, With my last labouring breath ; Then speechless clasp thee in my arms, The antidote of death.
Página 52 - Did not our hearts burn within us/ &c. ; or rather like what Paul felt, when he could not tell whether he was in the body, or out of it.

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