Transactions of the Moravian Historical Society, Volume 5

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Page 234 - ... issued, where but one went in. All is of God! If he but wave his hand, The mists collect, the rain falls thick and loud, Till, with a smile of light on sea and land, Lo! he looks back from the departing cloud. Angels of Life and Death alike are his; Without his leave they pass no threshold o'er; Who, then, would wish or dare, believing this, Against his messengers to shut the door?
Page 151 - And she was a widow of about fourscore and four years, which departed not from the temple, but served God with fastings and prayers night and day.
Page 252 - Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.
Page 315 - Beloved, thou doest faithfully whatsoever thou doest to the brethren, and to strangers ; which have borne witness of thy charity before the church : whom if thou bring forward on their journey after a godly sort, thou shalt do well : because that for his name's sake they went forth, taking nothing of the Gentiles.
Page 251 - DEAR as thou wert, and justly dear, We will not weep for thee ; One thought shall check the starting tear, — It is, that thou art free.
Page 315 - Which have borne witness of thy charity before the church: whom if thou bring forward on their journey after a godly sort, thou shalt do well : 7 Because that for his name's sake they went forth, taking nothing of the Gentiles. 8 We therefore ought to receive such, that we might be fellowhelpers to the truth.
Page 216 - Even while with us thy footstep trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust, to its narrow house beneath ! Soul, to its place on high! — They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die. Lone are the paths, and sad the bowers, Whence thy meek smile is gone ; But oh! — a brighter home than ours, In heaven, is now thine own.
Page 197 - This languishing head is at rest ; Its thinking and aching are o'er; This quiet, immovable breast, Is heaved by affliction no more This heart is no longer the seat Of trouble and torturing pain; It ceases to flutter and beat — It never shall flutter again.
Page 178 - God my Redeemer lives, And often from the skies Looks down and watches all my dust, Till he shall bid it rise. 4 Array'd in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, And every shape and every face Look heavenly and divine. 5 These lively hopes we owe To Jesus' dying love ; We would adore his grace below, And sing his power above.

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