
The Christian Repository (Volume 4)
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ISBN10: 1154430812
ISBN13: 9781154430813
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 92
Weight: 0.40
Height: 0.19 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
ISBN13: 9781154430813
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 92
Weight: 0.40
Height: 0.19 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1824. Excerpt: ... General Convention of Universalis, he received a letter of tellowship as a preacher of the gospel. In Marlow, N. H. Dec. 1st, Mr. Lemuel Miller, aged 81 and on the 23d of June, his consort, Mrs. Molly Miller' -ged 79. Both of these aged servants of God went off the stage ol action, with a triumphant faith in Jesus, the Savior of the world; with an eye on what the law and the prophets had testided of hun; and the cheering hope which is an anchor of the soul; sure md stedfast, and entereth into that within the veil. THE INFANT CALLED AWAY. Let me go; for the day breaktth.--Jacob. Cease here longer to detain me, Fondest mother, drown'd in woe; Now thy kind caresses pain me; Morn advances--let me go. See yon orient streak appearing! Harbinger of endless day: Hark! a voice sad nature cheering, Calls my new born soul away! Lately launch'd a trembling stranger, On the world's wild boisterous flood, Pierc'd with sorrows, tossed with danger, Gladly I return to God. Now my cries will cease to grieve thee, Now my trembling heart finds rest, Kinder arms than thine receive me, Softer pillow than thy breast. Through this calm and holy dawning, Silent glides my parting breath, To an everlasting morning; Gently close my eyes in death. Blessings endless, richest blessings, Pour their streams upon my heart; Tho no language yet possessing, Yet I speak them ere we part, ANONYMOUS. For the Repository POEM ON THE SHORTNESS AND UNCERTAINTY BF LIFE. Ah what is life? a flower, a vapor! The dew of morning, passing soon! Or like the sudden wasting taper, Soon out--alas, how short the boon '. Approach with silent grief the mansion, Where mortals slumber in the grave;--Where now that damsel once so handsome? Where now that hero once so brave? Where now those eyes once sparklin...