Memoirs of the Life and Writings of James Montgomery: Including Selections from His Correspondence, Remains in Prose and Verse, and Conversations on Various Subjects, Volum 7

Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1856

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Pàgina 103 - His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it : and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
Pàgina 254 - BLESS the LORD, O my soul : And all that is within me, bless his holy name. Bless the LORD, 0 my soul, And forget not all his benefits : Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; Who healeth all thy diseases; Who redeemeth thy life from destruction ; Who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies ; Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things ; So that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's.
Pàgina 190 - Goodness and mercy have followed me all the days of my life...
Pàgina 98 - I desired also, that they would cause their overseers to deal mildly and gently with their negroes, and not use cruelty towards them, as the manner of some hath been and is ; and that after certain years of servitude they should make them free.
Pàgina 121 - And then at last our bliss, Full and perfect is, But now begins : for, from this happy day, The old dragon under ground, In straiter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway ; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Pàgina 211 - The Lord bless you and keep you. The Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you. The Lord lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace, both now and evermore.
Pàgina 29 - Your name from hence immortal life shall have, Though I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read ; And tongues to be, your being shall rehearse, When all the breathers of this world are dead ; You still shall live (such virtue hath my pen) Where breath most breathes,—even in the mouths of men.
Pàgina 24 - in apt to think the man That could surround the sum of things, and spy The heart of God and secrets of his empire, Would speak but love, — with him the bright result Would change the hue of intermediate things And make one thing of all theology.
Pàgina 268 - Testament, in witness whereof I the said John McMillan have to this my Last Will and Testament set my hand and seal the day and year above written.
Pàgina 258 - Behold the bed of death ; This pale and lovely clay ; Heard ye the sob of parting breath ? Mark'd ye the eye's last ray ? No ; — life so sweetly ceased to be, It lapsed in immortality.

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