An Offering of Sympathy to the Afflicted: Especially to Bereaved Parents

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Frederick Augustus Farley
J. Miller, 1867 - 259 sider
 

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Side 27 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair...
Side 14 - When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee ; And through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee, When thou walkest through the fire Thou shalt not be burned, Neither shall the flame kindle upon thee. For I am the Lord thy God, The Holy One of Israel, thy Saviour...
Side 229 - Ye have heard how I said unto you, I go away, and come again unto you. If ye loved me, ye would rejoice, because I said, I go unto the Father : for my Father is greater than I.
Side 9 - While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell whether God will be gracious to me, that the child may live? But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.
Side 35 - Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.
Side 87 - Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the LORD : (for we walk by faith, not by sight :) we are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the LORD.
Side 199 - She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free from trace of pain, so fair to look upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of life — not one who had lived and suffered death.
Side 199 - Oh ! it is hard to take to heart the lesson that such deaths will teach ; but let no man reject it, for it is one that all must learn, and is a mighty, universal Truth. When Death strikes down the innocent and young, for every fragile form from which...
Side 127 - Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends ; for the hand of God hath touched me.
Side 28 - Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives. Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace...

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