A Superintendent's Offering: Being a Brief Memoir of Two Scholars in the Mason Street Sabbath School [Timothy S. Cummings and Elizabeth M. Akarman], who Died Aug. and Sept. 1836

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Page 58 - Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations. Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God. Thou turnest man to destruction ; and sayest, Return, ye children of men.
Page 60 - They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat. For the Lamb, which is in the midst of the throne, shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of water: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.
Page 62 - Thus star by star declines Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines To pure and perfect day : Nor sink those stars in empty night ; They hide themselves in heaven's own light.
Page 61 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end: Were this frail world our only rest.
Page 37 - Tis a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought ; Do I love the Lord, or no ? Am I his, or am I not ? 2 If I love, why am I thus?
Page 30 - And freed from its bodily chain : With songs let us follow his flight, And mount with his spirit above, Escaped to the mansions of light, And lodged in the Eden of love.
Page 59 - The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry ? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the Spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
Page 59 - Although affliction cometh not forth of the dust, neither doth trouble spring out of the ground ; Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
Page 62 - And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom ! Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side ; But the wide arms of Mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may die, for the SINLESS has died ! Thou art gone to the grave ! and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in fear linger'd long ; But the mild rays of paradise beam'd on thy waking, And the sound which thou heardst was the seraphim's song...
Page 62 - HPHOU art gone to the grave, but we will -*- not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.

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