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Missionary Biography. the Memoir of Sarah B. Judson, by Fanny Forester
Emily Chubbuck Judson,Sarah Boardman Judson
No preview available - 2015
Adoniram Judson anguish baptism beautiful beloved beneath blessed Boardman boat bosom breath brother Burmah Burmese Burmese language Calcutta cheek child Chittagong Christ Christian church commenced dark darling dear death duties dying earthly Elnathan English father fear feel friends George Dana Boardman gospel grave grief hand happy heart heathen heaven herents hope husband infant Jesus Judson jungle Karens kneel labour land letter little boy little George living looked mamma Martaban Mason Maulmain Mergui missionary months morning mother native never night parents passed Peguan poor pray prayer precious Pwen Rangoon religion Sabbath school Sarah Saviour scarce scene Scriptures seemed sepoys Serampore shadow sister sleep smile soon sorrow soul spirit suffering sweet Tavoy Tavoyan teacher tears tender thee thine things thou thought tion toil town voice watch weep wife words young zayat
Page 13 - Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, "I have no pleasure in them...
Page 60 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ! It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Page 93 - Leave thy fatherless children, I will preserve them alive ; and let thy widows trust in me.
Page 85 - Meet and remember me !" 4 Remember thee, thy death, thy shame. Our sinful hearts to share ! O mem'ry ! leave no other name But his recorded there. 683 DUNDEE. CM 1 How sweet and awful is the place With Christ within the doors...
Page 169 - We part on this green islet, Love, Thou for the Eastern main, I, for the setting sun, Love— Oh, when to meet again ? My heart is sad for thee, Love, For lone thy way will be ; And oft thy tears will fall, Love, For thy children and for me. The music of thy daughter's voice Thou'lt miss for many a year, And the merry shout of thine elder boys, Thou'lt list in vain to hear. When we knelt to...
Page 167 - Her suffering ended with the day, Yet lived she at its close, And breathed the long, long night away In statue-like repose ; " ' But when the sun in all his state Illumed the eastern skies, She passed through Glory's morning gate, And walked in paradise.
Page 105 - Each evening sees its close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Page 178 - ... large concourse of the inhabitants. They had prepared the grave in a beautiful shady spot, contiguous to the grave of Mrs. Chater, a missionary from Ceylon, who had died in similar circumstances on her passage home. There I saw her safely deposited ; and in the language of prayer, which we had often presented together at the throne of grace, I blessed God that her body had attained the repose of the grave, and her spirit the repose of paradise.
Page 98 - It drew near twelve, the time for us to go to the boat. We were distressed at the thought of removing him, when evidently so near the last struggle, though we did not think it so near as it really was. But there was no alternative. The chilling frown of the ironfaced Tavoyan was to us as if he was continually saying,