The Lives of Mrs. Ann H. Judson, Mrs. Sarah B. Judson, and Mrs. Emily C. Judson: Missionaries to Burmah : in Three Parts

C.M. Saxton, 1859 - 371 sider

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Side 357 - O'er all those wide-extended plains Shines one eternal day; There God the Son forever reigns, And scatters night away. 4 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath, Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more.
Side 22 - Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Side 275 - Leave thy fatherless children, I will preserve them alive; and let thy widows trust in me.
Side 70 - It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
Side 316 - So fades a summer cloud away, So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, So gently shuts the eye of day, So dies a wave along the shore.
Side 285 - He woke, and caught his captain's eye, Then, strong in faith and prayer, His spirit, with a bound, Left its encumbering clay ; His tent, at sunrise, on the ground, A darkened ruin lay.
Side 139 - King,' said the officer ; a form of speech always used when about to arrest a criminal. The spotted man instantly seized Mr. Judson, threw him on the floor, and produced the small cord, the instrument of torture. I caught hold of his arm ; ' Stay, (said I,) I will give you money.' ' Take her too,' said the officer,
Side 153 - I went immediately to the governor's house. He was not at home, but had ordered his wife to tell me, when I came, not to ask to have the additional fetters taken off, or the prisoners released, for it could not be done.
Side 129 - as in water face answereth to face, so doth the heart of man to man.
Side 328 - This beautiful, mysterious thing, This seeming visitant from heaven, This bird with the immortal wing, To me — to me, thy hand has given. The pulse first caught its tiny stroke, The blood its crimson hue, from mine — This life, which I have dared invoke, Henceforth is parallel with thine. A silent awe is in my room — I tremble with delicious fear; The future with its light and gloom, Time and Eternity are here.

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