An English girl's account of a Moravian settlement in the Black Forest

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A. Hall, Virtue, 1858 - Moravians - 311 pages
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Page 297 - Blessed shall be the fruit of thy body, and the fruit of thy ground, and the fruit of thy cattle, the increase of thy kine, and the flocks of thy sheep. Blessed shall be thy basket and thy store. Blessed shalt thou be when thou comest in, and blessed shalt thou be when thou goest out.
Page 182 - Yea ; have ye never read. Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected praise ? THE ENTRY INTO THE CITY.
Page 11 - Joying to hear the birds' sweet harmony, Which therein shrouded from the tempest dread, Seem'd in their song to scorn the cruel sky. Much can they praise the trees so straight and high, The sailing Pine, the Cedar proud and tall, The vine-prop Elm, the Poplar never dry, The builder Oak, sole king of forests all, The Aspen good for staves, the Cypress funeral...
Page 308 - St. Thomas's Church, where there is a monument to the memory of Marshal Saxe, which reminded me of Roubilliac's, in Westminster Abbey, to the memory of Mrs. Nightingale, — because in one a wife is represented attempting to save her husband, and in the other a husband to save his wife, from the arms of Death. But this monument is far superior in size and beauty to ours. The embalmed bodies of a Count of Nassau and his daughter are shown in glass cases ; they are habited in the rich costume of the...
Page 64 - Be gracious unto us. By thy human birth, By .thy prayers and tears, By all the troubles of thy life, By the grief and anguish of thy soul, By thine agony and bloody sweat, By thy bonds and scourgings, By thy crown of thorns, By thine ignominious crucifixion, By thy sacred wounds and precious blood, By thy atoning death, By thy rest in the grave, By thy glorious resurrection and ascension, By thy sitting at the right hand of God, By thy divine presence, By...
Page 132 - Here hath the sparrow found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself; even thine altars, 0 Lord God of Hosts ! " They named the settlement Herrnhut, or The Lord's Watch. — See Appendix, note (). While the wood echoed to the hollow owl, The fox's cry, or wolf's lugubrious howl.
Page 64 - ' Lord God, SON, thou Saviour of the world, Be gracious unto us. By thy human birth, By thy prayers and tears, By all the troubles of thy life, By the grief and anguish of thy soul, By thine agony and bloody sweat, By thy bonds and scourgings, By thy crown of thorns, By thine ignominious crucifixion, By thy sacred wounds and precious blood, By thy atoning death, By thy rest in the grave, By thy glorious resurrection and ascension, By thy sitting at the right hand of God, By thy divine presence,...
Page 133 - ... Count was still absent, but his pious major-domo wrote him a report of their progress. A phrase in his letter has since given name to the locality and become a household word, if not a watchword throughout the Protestant world. " May God bless the work according to his loving-kindness...
Page 57 - Society" is exclusively given to those religious associations in connexion with the brethren's church, the members of which still attend the public ministry, and the sacraments in the parish churches ; but have private meetings for edification among themselves, and adopt such parts of the brethren's constitution as are suited to their circumstances. Of these societies there are sixteen in Germany and Prussia, seven in Switzerland and France; four in Denmark ; three in Norway; two in Sweden ; thirteen...
Page 242 - ... their lives. It has thundered and lightened without ceasing for a moment, until now. The whole heavens are illuminated, and the rain pours in torrents. How fortunate were we in returning last night! I went to thank the Inspector to-day for my pleasant excursion. There is a pretty hymn, which says: " How fearfully the tempest roars ! The rain in rattling torrents pours, My trembling soul that Power adores Who bade this tempest rise ; The wind and storm fulfil His word, In them His glorious voice...

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