Our Church and Her Interests: Being a Souvenir of the Past History and a Survey of the Present and Future Interests of the First Presbyterian Church of Jordan, Onondaga Co., N. Y. . .

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Standard Publishing Company, 1877 - 143 sidor

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Sida 90 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Sida 91 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Sida 45 - For her my tears shall fall ; For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise.
Sida 80 - Were this frail world our only rest. Living or dying, none were blest. 2 Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath, Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward to expire.
Sida 104 - Thus saith the Lord, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls.
Sida 118 - God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him might not perish, but have everlasting life.
Sida 88 - So fades a summer cloud away, So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, So gently shuts the eye of day, So dies a wave along the shore.
Sida 81 - Only waiting till the shadows Are a little longer grown, Only waiting till the glimmer Of the day's last beam is flown...
Sida 102 - YE servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly word, And watchful at His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins, as in His sight, For awful is His Name.
Sida 103 - They have healed also the hurt of the daughter of my people slightly, saying, Peace, peace ; when there is no peace.

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