Heaven the residence of the saints: a sermon occasioned by the sudden, and much lamented death of the Rev. George Whitefield, A.M. chaplain to the Right-Honourable the Countess of Huntington, delivered at the Thursday lecture in Boston, in America, Oct. 11, 1770 (Google eBook)
reprinted for E. and C. Dilly in the Poultry, 1771 - Poetry - 31 pages
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Page 1 - To which is added, an Elegiac Poem on his Death, by Phillis, a Negro Girl, of Seventeen Years of Age, Belonging to Mr. J. Wheatley of Boston.
Page 30 - Take him, ye wretched, for your only good, "Take him ye starving sinners, for your food; "Ye thirsty, come to this life-giving stream, "Ye preachers, take him for your joyful theme; "Take him my dear Americans, he said, "Be your complaints on his kind bosom laid: "Take him, ye Africans, he longs for you, "Impartial Saviour is his title due : "Wash'd in the fountain of redeeming blood, "You shall be sons, and kings, and priests to God.
Page 6 - I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go to prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also.
Page 4 - Refurreclion of Jefus Chrift from the Dead. To an Inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, referved in Heaven for you.
Page 29 - Inflame the heart and captivate the mind. Unhappy we the setting sun deplore, So glorious once, but ah ! it shines no more. Behold the prophet in his tow'ring flight!
Page 12 - The common, wearisome pursuit of the world, is described as "spending their money for that which is not bread, and their labour for that which satisfieth not ;
Page 4 - Blessed be the God and father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again to a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead...
Page 30 - He charg'd its youth to let the grace divine Arise, and in their future actions shine; He offer'd THAT he did himself receive, A greater gift not GOD himself can give: He urg'd the need of HIM to every one; It was no less than GOD's co-equal SON! Take HIM ye wretched for your only good; Take HIM ye starving souls to be your food. Ye thirsty, come to this life-giving stream: Ye Preachers, take him for your joyful theme; Take HIM, "my dear AMERICANS...
Page 19 - ... to the service of heaven, are as the sounding brass, and the tinkling cymbal. When misimproved, instead of conveying happiness to mankind, they render us more illustriously miserable. " The gifts of nature, the acquisitions of art, which adorned the character of Mr. Whitefield, were devoted to the honour of God, and the enlargement of the kingdom of our divine Redeemer. While he preached the gospel, the Holy Ghost was sent down to apply it to the consciences of the hearers; the eyes of the blind...
Page 31 - England, sure doth feel ; the orphan's smart Reveals the true sensations of his heart. His lonely Tabernacle sees no more A Whitefield landing on the British shore. Then let us view him in yon azure skies, Let every mind with this lov'd object rise. Thou tomb, shall safe retain thy sacred trust, Till life divine re-animates his dust.