The Monumental Inscriptions, in the Parish of Saint Matthew, Ipswich, Suffolk

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Francis Haslewood
Pawsey and Hayes, 1884 - 349 sider
 

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Side 102 - And this know, that if the goodman of the house had known what hour the thief would come, he would have watched, and not have suffered his house to be broken through. 40 Be ye therefore ready also: for the Son of man cometh at an hour when ye think not.
Side 113 - Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb, In life's happy morning, hath hid from our eyes, Ere sin threw a blight o'er the spirit's young bloom, Or earth had profaned what was born for the skies.
Side 239 - How bright the unchanging morn appears ! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! 5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies; While heaven and earth combine to say, " How blest the righteous when he dies!
Side 162 - Surely it is meet to be said unto God, I have borne chastisement, I will not offend any more: That which I see not, teach thou me : if I have done iniquity, I will do no more.
Side 132 - This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man : A Poet, blest beyond the Poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life, and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ; From Nature's...
Side 35 - In those days was Hezekiah sick unto death. And the prophet Isaiah the son of Amoz came to him, and said unto him, Thus saith the Lord, Set thine house in order; for thou shalt die, and not live.
Side 172 - When the people are gathered together : and the kingdoms also, to serve the Lord. 23 He brought down my strength in my journey : and shortened my days. 24 But I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of mine age : as for thy years, they endure throughout all generations. 25 Thou, Lord, in the beginning hast laid the foundation of the earth : and the heavens are the work of thy hands.
Side 265 - My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise.
Side 108 - It matters little at what hour of the day The righteous fall asleep — death cannot come To him untimely who is fit to die — The less of this cold world, the more of heaven ; The briefer life, the earlier immortality.
Side 109 - When from the dust of death I rise To claim my mansion in the skies— E'en then, this shall be all my plea: Jesus hath lived, hath died for me.

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