A Memoir of Daniel Safford

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American tract society, 1861 - Congregationalists - 384 pages
 

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Page 275 - Just as I am Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ! Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come...
Page 160 - God hath tempered the body together, having given more abundant honour to that part which lacked: that there should be no schism in the body, but that the members should have the same care one for another.
Page 274 - Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come.
Page 375 - Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out : and I will write upon him the name of my God...
Page 115 - When thou makest a dinner or a supper, call not thy friends, nor thy brethren, neither thy kinsmen, nor thy rich neighbors; lest they also bid thee again, and a recompense be made thee. But when thou makest a feast, call the poor, the maimed, the lame, the blind: and thou shalt be blessed; for they cannot recompense thee: for thou shalt be recompensed at the resurrection of the just.
Page 95 - Bless the LORD, 0 my soul, And forget not all his benefits : Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; Who healeth all thy diseases...
Page 74 - UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb ; Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To slumber in the silent dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds ; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here. While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son Passed...
Page 75 - Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, Invade thy bounds ; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose. 3. So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and bless'd the bed : Rest here, blest saint, till from His throne The morning break, and pierce the shade.
Page 91 - Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all : 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul, In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
Page 30 - He that hath pity upon the poor lendeth unto the LORD; and that which he hath given will he pay him again.

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