Memorial Sketches of the Lives and Labors of the Deceased Ministers of the North Alabama Conference, Methodist Episcopal Church, South (1870-1912.)

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W. T. Andrews
Publishing house of the M.E. church, South, 1912 - 359 páginas
 

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Página 31 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away." What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
Página 307 - Cross. At midnight came the cry, " To meet thy God prepare ! " He woke, — and caught his Captain's eye; Then, strong in faith and prayer, His spirit, with a bound, Left its encumbering clay ; His tent, at sun-rise, on the ground, A darken'd ruin lay.
Página 230 - Who, when he came, and had seen the grace of God, was glad, and exhorted them all, that with purpose of heart they would cleave unto the Lord. For he was a good man, and full of the Holy Ghost and of faith : and much people was added unto the Lord.
Página 31 - Hark they whisper ; angels say Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ; Heaven opens on my eyes ; my ears With sounds seraphic ring.
Página 122 - Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season.
Página 136 - There is no death! The stars go down To rise upon some fairer shore, And bright in Heaven's jeweled crown They shine for evermore. There is no death!
Página 218 - When I call to remembrance the unfeigned faith that is in thee, which dwelt first in thy grandmother Lois, and thy mother Eunice; and I am persuaded that in thee also.
Página 141 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar stairs That slope through darkness up to God. "I stretch lame hands of faith and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Página 59 - How beautiful it is for man to die Upon the walls of Zion ! to be call'd, Like a watch-worn and weary sentinel, To put his armor off, and rest— in heaven I The sun was setting on Jerusalem, Was pouring on die dome of Omar's mosque, Like molten silver.
Página 238 - In 1900 he was a delegate to the General Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church and was a member of the University Senate of the same denomination from 1896 to 1904.

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