The Arminian Magazine: Consisting of Extracts and Original Treatises on Universal Redemption, Volume 10J. Fry & Company in Queen-Street: and sold at the Foundery, near Upper-Moor-Fields, and by the booksellers in town and country, 1787 - Biography |
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... seemed better in body , yet he continued to cry out for the falvation of his foul . Nov. 18 , 1785 , his disorder increafing , he fent for me again . When I came , he took me by the hand , and faid , “ God is Love ! O help me to praise ...
... seemed better in body , yet he continued to cry out for the falvation of his foul . Nov. 18 , 1785 , his disorder increafing , he fent for me again . When I came , he took me by the hand , and faid , “ God is Love ! O help me to praise ...
Page 37
... seemed to repent , humbled himself , and was received again . He now behaved in a moft becoming manner , and was doubly diligent in his fervice . But his Mistress dreamed one night , that this lad was going to cut her throat . And fhe ...
... seemed to repent , humbled himself , and was received again . He now behaved in a moft becoming manner , and was doubly diligent in his fervice . But his Mistress dreamed one night , that this lad was going to cut her throat . And fhe ...
Page 191
... seemed rather furprised at the accounts I gave of my own , and others experience . Thus , we fee , God has his fecret ones , even where the gofpel is not preached . Therefore let us rejoice in hope of meeting many in glory who were ...
... seemed rather furprised at the accounts I gave of my own , and others experience . Thus , we fee , God has his fecret ones , even where the gofpel is not preached . Therefore let us rejoice in hope of meeting many in glory who were ...
Page 464
... seemed to be at the very gate of heaven . She cried out , " I want you to praise the Lord with me ! I want all the people of God to come and help me to praife him . Blefs the Lord , O my foul , and all that is within me praife his holy ...
... seemed to be at the very gate of heaven . She cried out , " I want you to praise the Lord with me ! I want all the people of God to come and help me to praife him . Blefs the Lord , O my foul , and all that is within me praife his holy ...
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... seemed to be so happy , could be loft eternally , although they lived fuch horrid lives . I then found that when the bank was broken , the breach was made wider and wider ; and being at that time between seventeen and eighteen years of ...
... seemed to be so happy , could be loft eternally , although they lived fuch horrid lives . I then found that when the bank was broken , the breach was made wider and wider ; and being at that time between seventeen and eighteen years of ...
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Page 490 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Page 491 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them : "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Page 324 - She was dressed in black, her skin was contracted into a thousand wrinkles, her eyes deep sunk in her head, and her complexion pale and livid as the countenance of death. Her looks were filled with terror and unrelenting severity, and her hands armed with whips and scorpions.
Page 71 - For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away : but the Word of the Lord endureth for ever. And this is the Word which by the Gospel is preached unto you.
Page 604 - Even such is man; who lives by breath, Is here, now there, in life, and death. The grass withers, the tale is ended; The bird is flown, the dew's ascended; The hour is short, the span not long; The swan's near death; man's life is done.
Page 599 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then, how little do we need, For nature's calls are few ! In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Page 599 - And crown our hoary hairs ; They'll grow in virtue every day, And thus our fondest loves repay, And recompense our cares. No borrow'd joys ! they're all our own, While to the world we live unknown, Or by the world forgot...
Page 117 - Whose adorning, let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; but let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the orna-ment of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.
Page 52 - The medal, faithful to its charge of fame, Through climes and ages bears each form and name: In one short view subjected to our eye, Gods, emperors, heroes, sages, beauties, lie. With sharpen'd sight pale antiquaries pore, Th' inscription value, but the rust adore.
Page 492 - Around, in sympathetic mirth, Its tricks the kitten tries; The cricket chirrups in the hearth, The crackling faggot flies. But nothing could a charm impart To soothe the stranger's woe; For grief was heavy at his heart, And tears began to flow. His rising cares the Hermit spied, With answering care opprest : " And whence, unhappy youth," he cried, " The sorrows of thy breast ? " From better habitations spurn'd, Reluctant dost thou rove?