The Juvenile Moralists. By the Author of “The Juvenile Culprits” [G. Mogridge].1829 - 12 pages |
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Page 50 - Then said Jesus unto him, Put up again thy sword into his place : for all they that take the sword, shall perish with the sword.
Page 16 - There stands the messenger of truth : there stands The legate of the skies ! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.
Page 61 - Behold, how good and how pleasant a thing it is for brethren to dwell together in unity...
Page 10 - Then she sang Handel's song — " What though I trace each herb and flower That decks the morning dew? Did I not own Jehovah's power, How vain were all I knew...
Page 25 - I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord : he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live : and whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die.
Page 27 - How soon my youth has faded, And hasten'd to decay!— Disease my heart invaded, And took my life away. No medicine could restore me, No drug could do me good; The hand of God was o'er me And grief my only food. Of them I leave behind me, Let me some pity crave: Here let them come and find me, And weep upon my grave. O ye, who Life's gay morning Consume in joy and glee, By my decease take warning, Nor pass by heedlessly. Think much of human weakness: From every folly cease; And live in love and meekness,...