Memoirs of the Rev. Thomas Cleland, D.D.: comp. from his private papers, Part 4

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Moore, Wilstach, Keys & co., printers, 1859 - Presbyterian Church - 199 pages
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Page 197 - His character explains his conduct ; for " he was a good man, and full of the Holy Ghost and of faith ; and much people were added unto the Lord.
Page 160 - And my speech, and my preaching was not with enticing words of man's wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit, and of power, that your faith should not stand in the wisdom of men, but in the power of God.
Page 160 - And I, brethren, when I came to you, came not with excellency of speech or of wisdom, declaring unto you the testimony of God. For I determined not to know any thing among you, save Jesus Christ, and him crucified.
Page 145 - And, lo, thou art unto them as a very lovely song of one that hath a pleasant voice, and can play well on an instrument: for they hear thy words, but they do them not.
Page 146 - And they all wept sore, and fell on Paul's neck, and kissed him, sorrowing most of all for the words which he spake, that they should see his face no more.
Page 79 - If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, who giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not, and it shall be given him,
Page 159 - him, in whom they have not believed? and " how shall they believe on him, of whom they " have not heard? and how shall they hear
Page 149 - I shall die silent. It has pleased God to enable me to bear so many testimonies for him during my life, that he will require none from me when I die. No, no. It is your dumb christians...
Page 143 - God of my fathers ! here, as they, I walk, the pilgrim of a day ; A transient guest, thy works admire, And instant to my home retire. 4 Oh ! spare me, Lord ! in mercy, spare, And nature's failing strength repair ; Ere, life's short circuit wandered o'er, I perish, and am seen no more.
Page 143 - Lord, extend My view to life's approaching end ! What are my days ? — a span their line ; And what my age, compared with thine ? 2 Our life advancing to its close, While scarce its earliest dawn it knows, Swift, through an empty shade, we run, And vanity and man are one. 3 God of my fathers ! — here, as they, I walk, the pilgrim of a day ; A transient guest, thy works admire, And instant to my home retire.

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