Memoir of Mrs. Mary Mercy Ellis: Wife of Rev. William Ellis, Missionary in the South Seas, and Foreign Secretary of the London Missionary Society ; Including Notices of Heathen Society, of the Details of Missionary Life, and the Remarkable Display of Divine Goodness in Severe and Protracted Afflications

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Crocker & Brewster, 1836 - 286 pages
 

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Page 193 - In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.
Page xv - Have we not power to lead about a sister, a wife, as well as other apostles, and as the brethren of the Lord, and Cephas?
Page 224 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and, though poor perhaps compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers. His to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who, with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say —
Page 61 - FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far ; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree, And seem by thy sweet bounty made, For those who follow thee.
Page 271 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Page 42 - I have blotted out, as a thick cloud, thy transgressions, and, as a cloud, thy sins : return unto me ; for I have redeemed thee.
Page 237 - Saviour, whom absent I love ; Whom, not having seen, I adore ; Whose name is exalted above All glory, dominion, and power : Dissolve thou these bonds, that detain My soul from her portion in thee , Ah ! strike off this adamant chain, And make me eternally free.
Page 272 - Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
Page 237 - To Jesus, the Crown of my Hope, My soul is in haste to be gone ; Oh bear me, ye cherubim, up, And waft me away to his throne...
Page 286 - ... loved them, and washed them from their sins in his own blood, and rejoicing in hope of the glory of God.

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