Memorials and Letters of Ann Hunt

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Headley, 1898 - 187 pages
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Page 86 - In a service which Thy will appoints, There are no bonds for me ; For my inmost heart is taught " the truth " That makes Thy children " free ; " And a life of self-renouncing love Is a life of liberty.
Page 116 - Shall I not visit for these things ? saith the Lord : shall not my soul be avenged on such a nation as this?
Page 77 - These things have I written unto you that believe on the Name of the Son of God ; that ye may know that ye have Eternal Life, and that ye may believe on the Name of the Son of God.
Page 170 - Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see ; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be...
Page 65 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Page 15 - Would bid them cling together, "For there is no friend like a sister, In calm or stormy weather, To cheer one on the tedious way, To fetch one if one goes astray, To lift one if one totters down, To strengthen whilst one stands.
Page 30 - Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed. All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet With costly spikenard and with tears. Thrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers, Whose loves in higher love endure ; What souls possess themselves so pure, Or is there blessedness like theirs...
Page 84 - For he shall deliver the needy when he crieth ; The poor also, and him that hath no helper.
Page 150 - s undergone, Thou knowest, wiliest what is done. Grief may be joy misunderstood ; Only the Good discerns the good. I trust Thee while my days go on. Whatever 's lost, it first was won : We will not struggle nor impugn. Perhaps the cup was broken here, That Heaven's new wine might show more clear. I praise Thee while my days go on.
Page 23 - Farther, farther — I see it — know it — My eyes brim over, it melts away : Only my heart to my heart shall show it As I walk desolate day by day.

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