Memories of Mrs. Abigail Eames, Wife of Thomas Eames

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Thomas Eames, 1826 - Baptists - 62 pages
 

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Page 24 - O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the secret places of the stairs, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, And thy countenance is comely.
Page 22 - This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him, And saved him out of all his troubles.
Page 59 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Page 2 - IDE, of the said District, hath deposited in this office, the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as proprietor, in the words following, to wit : " Inductive Grammar, designed for beginners. By an Instructer." In conformity to the act of the Congress of the United States...
Page 7 - And now if ye will deal kindly and truly with my master, tell me: and if not, tell me; that I may turn to the right hand, or to the left.
Page 22 - I was in trouble. 13 I will offer unto thee fat burnt-sacrifices, with the incense of rams ; I will offer bullocks and goats. 14 O come hither, and hearken, all ye that fear God ; and I will tell you what he hath done for my soul.
Page 58 - As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the Lord is round about his people from henceforth even for ever.
Page 21 - For his anger endureth but a moment ; in his favour is life : weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
Page 43 - Let no man despise thy youth; but be thou an example of the believers, in word, in conversation, in charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity.
Page 58 - AND let this feeble body fail. And let it faint or die ; My soul shall quit the mournful vale, And soar to worlds on high ; Shall join the disembodied saints. And find its long-sought rest. That only bliss for which it pants, In the Redeemer's breast.

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