The Character and End of the Righteous: A Sermon, Occasioned by the Death of the Rev. Samuel Gay, of Hubbardston, Delivered Before the South Church and Society, in Dedham, Nov. 5, 1848

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Side 8 - Judge of all, and to the spirits of just men made perfect, and to Jesus the Mediator of the new covenant, and to the blood of sprinkling, that speaketh better things than that of Abel.
Side 9 - And I sought for a man among them, that should make up the hedge, and stand in the gap before me for the land, that I should not destroy it: but I found none.
Side 16 - 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.
Side 2 - And hereby we do know that we know him, if we keep his commandments. He that saith, I know him, 128 and keepeth not his commandments, is a liar, and the truth is not in him.
Side 5 - They were stoned, they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were slain with the sword: they wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins; being destitute, afflicted, tormented; (Of whom the world was -not worthy:) they wandered in deserts, and in mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth.
Side 16 - Who, who would live alway, away from his God, Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ; Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet, While the songs of salvation unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul...
Side 2 - He that saith, I know Him, and keepeth not His Commandments, is a liar, and the truth is not in him. But whoso keepeth His Word, in him verily is the love of God perfected : hereby know we that we are in Him.
Side 7 - The celestial city is full in my view. Its glories beam upon me, its breezes fan me, its odours are wafted to me, its sounds strike upon my ears, and its spirit is breathed into my heart. Nothing separates me from it but the river of death, which now appears but as an insignificant rill that may be crossed at a single step, whenever God shall give permission.
Side 7 - O thou bounteous giver of all good, Thou art of all thy gifts thyself the crown ! Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor ; And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.

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