Ministers' Hand-book: For Christenings, Weddings, and Funerals |
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Page 77
... once more , Since the gold is in his store ! Allah glorious ! Allah good ! Now thy world is understood ; Now the long , long wonder ends ; Yet ye weep , my foolish friends , While the man whom ye call dead , In unspoken bliss , instead ...
... once more , Since the gold is in his store ! Allah glorious ! Allah good ! Now thy world is understood ; Now the long , long wonder ends ; Yet ye weep , my foolish friends , While the man whom ye call dead , In unspoken bliss , instead ...
Page 81
... once a child . “ They shall all bloom in fields of light , Transplanted by my care , And saints , upon their garments white , These sacred blossoms wear . " And the mother gave , in tears and pain , The flowers she most did love ; She ...
... once a child . “ They shall all bloom in fields of light , Transplanted by my care , And saints , upon their garments white , These sacred blossoms wear . " And the mother gave , in tears and pain , The flowers she most did love ; She ...
Page 85
... once more with angel - steps The path which reaches heaven . The light of her young life went down , As sinks behind the hill The glory of a setting star , - Clear , suddenly , and still . As pure and sweet , her fair brow seemed ...
... once more with angel - steps The path which reaches heaven . The light of her young life went down , As sinks behind the hill The glory of a setting star , - Clear , suddenly , and still . As pure and sweet , her fair brow seemed ...
Page 102
... once more ! a pilgrim weary Standeth in the twilight gray ; All around is strange and dreary , And she asks , with plaintive query , " Can you show the homeward way ? Lead me homeward : I am weary . " Then a Presence stood to guide her ...
... once more ! a pilgrim weary Standeth in the twilight gray ; All around is strange and dreary , And she asks , with plaintive query , " Can you show the homeward way ? Lead me homeward : I am weary . " Then a Presence stood to guide her ...
Page 115
... once more to - day With their sweet tones of old - time love , What last words , think you , would they say ? " Weep for me tenderly ; for I , Were you here lying in my place , Would press my warm lips on your brow , And rain the hot ...
... once more to - day With their sweet tones of old - time love , What last words , think you , would they say ? " Weep for me tenderly ; for I , Were you here lying in my place , Would press my warm lips on your brow , And rain the hot ...
Common terms and phrases
Amen ANDOVER-HARVARD THEOLOGICAL LIBRARY angels beautiful Behold better birth blessed body born breath bright child children of men Christ cometh comfort dark dead is dead dear death divine doth dwell earth Edwin Arnold eternal evermore evil eyes face fair faith Father fear feet fleeth flesh flowers forever Frances Anne Kemble friends gate George Eliot GEORGE H give giveth glad glory Gone is gone grave grief hands happy HARVARD DIVINITY SCHOOL hath heart heaven heavenly holy Holy Spirit honor hope immortal Jesus kingdom of God life's lift light live look Lord memory Minister shall say mother mourn mystery night o'er pain peace Plutarch prayer rest say unto servants shine sleep smile sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tell tender thee things thou art God thou hast trouble trust truth voice wait weary wedded weep wisdom woman
Popular passages
Page 82 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Page 30 - For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
Page 81 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Page 31 - And all his sons and all his daughters rose up to comfort him; but he refused to be comforted; and he said, For I will go down into the grave unto my son mourning.
Page 90 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 12 - And he took a child, and set him in the midst of them: and when he had taken him in his arms, he said unto them, Whosoever shall receive one of such children in my name, receiveth me: and whosoever shall receive me, receiveth not me, but him that sent me, for he that is least among you all, the same shall be great.
Page 50 - For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground; yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.
Page 79 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Page 51 - We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump : For the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.
Page 79 - OH may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence...