Memoir of Sarah B. Judson: Member of the American Mission to Burmah

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L. Colby, 1848 - 309 pages
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Page 24 - REMEMBER now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them...
Page 151 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Page 137 - He however took rather more nourishment than usual, and spoke about the manner of his conveyance home. We ascertained that by waiting until twelve o'clock, we could go the greater part of the way by water. "At about nine o'clock, his hands and feet grew cold, and the affectionate Karens rubbed them all the forenoon, excepting a few moments when he requested to be left alone. At ten o'clock he was much distressed for breath, and I thought the long dreaded moment had arrived. I asked him if he felt...
Page 119 - How sweet and awful Is the place With Christ within the doors, While everlasting love displays The choicest of her stores! 2 While all our hearts and all our songs Join to admire the feast, Each of us cries, with thankful tongue, "Lord! why was I a guest?
Page 147 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 86 - 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. My Lord has need of these flowerets gay, The Reaper said, and smiled : Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
Page 235 - We part on this green islet, Love, Thou for the Eastern main, I, for the setting sun, Love Oh, when to meet again ? My heart is sad for thee, Love, For lone thy way will be ; And oft thy tears will fall, Love, For thy children and for me. The music of thy daughter's voice Thou'lt miss for many a year ; And the merry shout of thine elder boys, Thou'lt list in vain to hear. When we knelt to...
Page 242 - ... uncommonly interesting and brilliant. The memoir of his first beloved wife has been long before the public. It is, therefore, most gratifying to his feelings to be able to say, in truth, that the subject of this notice was, in every point of natural and moral excellence, the worthy successor of Ann H. Judson.
Page 236 - But go ; thy God be with thee, Love, Thy heart's deep grief to quell ! Yet my spirit clings to thine, Love, Thy soul remains with me, And oft we'll hold communion sweet, O'er the dark and distant sea.
Page 238 - O'er the dark and distant sea. And who can paint our mutual joy. When, all our wanderings o'er, We both shall clasp our infants three, At home, on Burmah's shore. But higher shall our raptures glow, On yon celestial plain, When the loved and parted here below Meet, ne'er to part again. Then gird thine armor on, Love, Nor faint thou by the way, Till Boodh shall fall, and Burmah's sons Shall own Messiah's sway.

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