Followers of the Gleam: Or, Modern Miracles of Grace

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Funk & Wagnalls Company, 1911 - 277 sider
 

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Side 63 - Let me live In my house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by — They are good, they are bad.
Side 71 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
Side 246 - Baptism doth represent unto us our profession ; which is, to follow the example of our Saviour Christ, and to be made like unto him ; that as he died, and rose again for us, so should we. who are baptized, die from sin, and rise again unto righteousness ; continually mortifying all our evil and corrupt affections, and daily proceeding in all virtue and godliness of living.
Side 119 - The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day ; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away.
Side 30 - The blessed work of helping the world forward, happily does not wait to be done by perfect men ; and I should imagine that neither Luther nor John Bunyan, for example, would have satisfied the modern demand for an ideal hero, who believes nothing but what is true, feels nothing but what is exalted, and does nothing but what is graceful.
Side 83 - In age and feebleness extreme, Who shall a sinful worm redeem ? Jesus, my only hope thou art, Strength of my failing flesh and heart-; O ! could I catch a smile from thee, And drop into eternity...
Side 237 - Wherewithal shall a young man cleanse his way ? by taking heed thereto according to thy word.
Side 65 - I do uot repent me of all the trouble I have been at to arrive where I am. My sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my courage and skill to him that can get it. My marks and scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me that I have fought his battles who will now be my rewarder.
Side 240 - I HAD a vision when the night was late : A youth came riding toward a palace-gate. He rode a horse with wings, that would have flown, But that his heavy rider kept him down. And from the palace came a child of sin, And took him by the curls, and led him in. Where sat a company with heated eyes, Expecting when a fountain should arise : A sleepy light upon their brows...
Side 31 - But there is another memorial of Edgar Tryan, which bears a fuller record : it is Janet Dempster, rescued from self-despair, strengthened with divine hopes, and now looking back on years of purity and helpful labour. The man who has left such a memorial behind him, must have been one whose heart beat with true compassion, and whose lips were moved by fervent faith.

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