Memoirs of the life and character of the late Rev. Cornelius Winter

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Published by Samuel Whiting & co. at their theological and classical book-store; no. 118 Pearlstreet. J. Seymour, printer., 1811 - 371 sider
 

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Side 257 - Wherefore, if meat make my brother to offend, I will eat no ^ flesh while the world standeth, * lest I make my brother to offend.
Side 293 - They take the timbrel and harp, And rejoice at the sound of the organ. They spend their days in wealth, And in a moment go down to the grave.
Side 307 - Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.
Side 248 - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me ; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me : because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me : and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
Side 224 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious, mainly, that the flock he feeds May 'feel it too. Affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Side 302 - For we are the circumcision, which worship God in the spirit, and rejoice in Christ Jesus, and have no confidence in the flesh.
Side 36 - Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what he hath done for my soul.
Side 294 - Yet he passed away, and, lo, he was not: yea, I sought him, but he could not be found.
Side 331 - Only let your conversation be as it becometh the gospel of Christ : that whether I come and see you, or else be absent, I may hear of your affairs, that ye stand fast in one spirit, with one mind striving together for the faith of the gospel...
Side 234 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...

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