James Gilmour of Mongolia: His Diaries, Letters and Reports (Google eBook)

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James Gilmour, Richard Lovett
Religious Tract Society, 1895 - Missionaries - 312 pages
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This is a wonderful book about a true lover of souls who poured out his live in service to the One who saved him with the washing of His blood. Lovett does not offer up some toady chronicle here. It is a simple story told through memoirs, letters and Lovett's restrained prose, of a true man of God who was sent and went in simple faith to preach to the Mongolians, Chinese and all who would listen. What a wonderful courage and trust he had in the Most High. If you believe it will challenge your faith. If you believe not you will be hard pressed for an answer as to why he would go. 

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Page 124 - The Lord God hath given me the tongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary: he wakeneth morning by morning, he wakeneth mine ear to hear as the learned.
Page 39 - I have commanded you, and lo ! I am with you alway, even to the end of the world.
Page 59 - For the eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to shew himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him.
Page 303 - Sleep on, beloved, sleep, and take thy rest; Lay down thy head upon thy Saviour's breast; We love thee well, but Jesus loves thee best Good-night!
Page 137 - THE RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY'S LIST. REGENT MISSIONARY BOOKS. Among the Mongols. By the Rev. JAMES GILMOUR, MA, of Pekin. With Map aud numerous Engravings. 8vo. 6s. cloth boards. "There has been, if our experience serves us at all, no book quite like this since ' Robinson Crusoe ; ' and ' Robinson Crusoe ' is not better, does not tell a story more directly, or produce more instantaneous and final conviction. No one who begins this book will leave it till the narrative ends, or doubt for an instant,...
Page 69 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise...
Page 312 - Behold, this is the third time I am ready to come to you ; and I will not be a burden to you : for I seek not yours, but you : for the children ought not to lay up for the parents, but the parents for the children. And I will most gladly spend and be spent for your souls. If I love you more abundantly, am I loved the less ? But be it so, I did not myself burden you ; but being crafty, I caught you with guile.
Page 303 - Good night ! Good night ! Good night ! Until we meet again before His throne, Clothed in the spotless robe He gives His own, Until we know even as we are known Good night ! Good night ! Good night ! ' Little Chinese boys who had known and loved Mr.
Page 315 - There is a charm in the quiet way in which the modest missionary tells of his life in Tartar tents, of the long rides across the grassy plain, and of the daily life of the nomads among whom he passed so many years.
Page v - O CHRIST ! in Thee my soul hath found, And found in Thee alone, The peace, the joy, I sought so long The bliss till now unknown.

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