A Sermon, Preached at Haverhill (Mass.) in Remembrance of Mrs. Harriet Newell, Wife of the Rev. Samuel Newell, Missionary to India: Who Died at the Isle of France, Nov. 30, 1812, Aged 19 Years. : to which are Added Memoirs of Her Life

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Samuel T. Armstrong, 1814 - 154 sider

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Side 63 - In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.
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Side 81 - Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost its savor, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out and trodden under foot of men.
Side 124 - To me remains nor place nor time, My country is in every clime; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there.
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Side 75 - 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?
Side 171 - Blessed be the Lord, because he hath heard the voice of my supplications. The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped : Therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.
Side 47 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven : And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Side 130 - O thou bounteous giver of all good, Thou art of all thy gifts thyself the crown ! Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor ; And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.

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