Memoir of Addison Pinneo: Who Died in Hanover, N.H., September 17, 1831, Aged Ten Years

Perkins & Marvin, 1832 - 79 sider

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Side 16 - And these words, which I command thee this day, shall be in thine heart: and thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up. And thou shalt bind them for a sign upon thine hand, and they shall be as frontlets between thine eyes. And thou shalt write them upon the posts of thy house, and on thy gates.
Side 77 - Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, When what we now deplore, Shall rise in full immortal prime, And bloom to fade no more.
Side 75 - Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren, transported, to greet ; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.
Side 49 - And long to fly away. 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend The whispers of His love ; Sweet to look upward, to the place Where Jesus pleads above. 3 Sweet...
Side 49 - Sweet, In the confidence of faith, "To trust His firm decrees; Sweet to lie passive in His hands, And know no will but His...
Side 73 - Through eternal ages thine. n^f 2 Known to all to be thy mansion, Earth and hell will disappear ; Or in vain attempt possession, When they find the Lord is near: — /" Shout, O Zion ! Shout, ye saints ! the Lord is here.
Side 26 - MY former hopes are fled, My terror now begins; I feel, alas ! that I am dead In trespasses and sins. Ah, whither shall I fly! I hear the thunder roar ; The law proclaims destruction nigh, And vengeance at the door. When I review my ways, I dread impending doom : But sure a friendly whisper says,
Side 74 - I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb: Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; There sweet be my r,est, till He bid me arise To hail Him in triumph descending the skies.
Side 40 - JOY is a fruit that will not grow In nature's barren soil ; All we can boast, till Christ we know, Is vanity and toil.
Side 78 - And though it is said, this corruptible shall put on incorruption, and this mortal shall put on immortality...

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