Memoir of Nathan W. Dickerman: Who Died at Boston, (Mass.) January 2, 1830 in the Eighth Year of His AgeAmerican Tract Society, 1830 - 129 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 36 - And Philip said, If thou believest with all thine heart, thou mayest. And he answered and said, I believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God.
الصفحة 118 - I WOULD not live alway : I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway...
الصفحة 75 - My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: tarry ye here, and watch with me. And he went a little further, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt.
الصفحة 74 - And he took with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and began to be sorrowful and very heavy. Then saith he unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death : tarry ye here, and watch with me.
الصفحة 110 - I would not live alway; no — welcome the tomb, Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; There, sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise, To hail Him in triumph descending the skies...
الصفحة 41 - ONE there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend ; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end.
الصفحة 46 - With all-engaging charms ; Hark, how He calls the tender lambs, And folds them in His arms ! 2 " Permit them to approach," he cries, " Nor scorn their humble name ; For 'twas to bless such souls as these, The Lord of angels came.
الصفحة 35 - Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend! No; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His name.
الصفحة 30 - Tis a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought ; Do I love the Lord, or no ? Am I his, or am I not ? 2 If I love, why am I thus?
الصفحة 128 - Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on His breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.