Memoir of George Wilson. New condensed ed. By his sister



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65 ページ - But men must know, that in this theatre of man's life, it is reserved only for God and angels to be lookers on...
306 ページ - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
205 ページ - Its features were fixed and meaningless, Yet animal life was there, And every organ yet performed Its natural functions : 'twas a sight Of wonder to behold the body and soul. The self-same lineaments, the same Marks of identity were there : Yet, oh, how different ! One aspires to Heaven, Pants for its sempiternal heritage, And ever-changing, ever-rising still, Wantons in endless being.
2 ページ - THEY grew in beauty side by side, They filled one home with glee, Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight— Where are those dreamers now? One midst the...
367 ページ - Light is sown for the righteous, and gladness for the upright in heart...
6 ページ - God, before whom my fathers Abraham and Isaac did walk, the God which fed me all my life long unto this day, the Angel which redeemed me from all evil, bless the lads...
88 ページ - The archers have sorely grieved him, and shot at him, and hated him : but his bow abode in strength, and the arms of his hands were made strong by the hands of the mighty God of Jacob...
316 ページ - God's countenance, and a few groans by the infinite and eternal hallelujahs ; so much are the sorrows of the godly to be undervalued in respect of what is deposited for them in the treasures of Eternity.
154 ページ - ... where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched. ^And if thy foot offend thee, cut it off: it is better for thee to enter halt into life, than having two feet to be cast into hell, into the fire that never shall be quenched : ** where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.
151 ページ - The particular pangs are now forgotten ; but the blank whirlwind of emotion, the horror of great darkness, and the sense of desertion by God and man, bordering close upon despair, which swept through my mind and overwhelmed my heart, I can never forget, however gladly I would do so.