Vital Records of the Town of Auburn (formerly Ward) Massachusetts, to the End of ... 1850: With the Inscriptions Form the Old Burial Grounds

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F. P. Rice, 1900 - Auburn (Mass.) - 142 pages
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Page 107 - Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Page 122 - As you are now so once was I; As I am now so you must be, Prepare for death and follow me.
Page 127 - I have set the LORD always before me : Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved. Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth : My flesh also shall rest in hope. For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell ; Neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption. Thou wilt shew me the path of life : In thy presence is fulness of joy ; At thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
Page 112 - WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, To call them to his arms.
Page 127 - Tis religion that can give Sweetest pleasures while we live; 'Tis religion must supply Solid comfort when we die.
Page 116 - Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, When what we now deplore, Shall rise in full immortal prime, And bloom to fade no more.
Page 135 - This lovely bud, so young and fair, Called hence by early doom, Just came to show how sweet a flower In Paradise would bloom.
Page 125 - My soul, come meditate the day, And think how near it stands, When thou must quit this house of clay, And fly to unknown lands.
Page 128 - Brother, thou art gone to rest ; Thy sins are all forgiven ; And saints in light have welcomed thee To share the joys of heaven. 5 Brother, thou art gone to rest ; And this shall be our prayer — That, when we reach our journey's end, Thy glory we may share.
Page 123 - t is the Lord Jehovah's hand, That blasts our joys in death ; Changes the visage once so dear. And gathers back our breath.

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