Brief memoirs of remarkable children, collected by a clergyman of the Church of England

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Side 44 - Awake, O north wind, and come, thou south ; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may* flow out; let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruit.
Side 43 - And the Lord God prepared a gourd, and made it to come up over Jonah, that it might be a shadow over his head, to deliver him from his grief; so Jonah was exceeding glad of the gourd. But God prepared, a worm, when the morning rose the next day; and it smote the gourd, that it withered. When the
Side 33 - The redeemed of the Lord shall return, and come with singing unto Zion, and everlasting joy shall be upon their heads; they shall attain gladness and joy, and sorrow and mourning shall flee
Side 34 - me. Behold, God is my salvation; I mill trust, and not be afraid; for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song; he is also become my salvation."—Isaiah,
Side 101 - I long to behold him array'd With glory and light from above ; The King in his beauty display'd, His beauty of holiest love : I languish and sigh to be there, Where Jesus has fix'd his abode ; O ! when shall we meet in the air, And fly to the mountain of God,
Side 24 - Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God ; He to save my soul from danger, Interpos'd his precious blood." How did I rejoice in this testimony! I
Side 52 - ever." In vain my fancy strives to paint The moment after death, The glories that surround a saint, When yielding up his breath. One gentle sigh his fetters breaks; We scarce can say, ' He's gone," Before the willing spirit takes
Side 92 - And clouds arise and tempests blow, By order from thy throne. 6. Creatures as numerous as they be, Are subject to thy care; There's not a place where we can flee, But God is present there. 7. In heaven he shines, with beams of love, With wrath in hell beneath ; 'Tis on his earth I stand or move, And 'tis his air I breathe.
Side 66 - bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Side 53 - Hare done with sin, and care, and woe. And with their Saviour rest. On harps of gold they praise his name, His face they always view; Then let us followers be of them, That we may praise him too.

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