A Memoir of Captn. W. T. Bate, R. N.R. Carter & Bros., 1859 - 278 pages |
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Page 198 - O God, Thou art my' God; early will I seek Thee: My soul thirsteth for Thee, my flesh longeth for Thee In a dry and thirsty land, where no water is ; To see Thy power and Thy glory, So as I have seen Thee in the sanctuary.
Page 224 - Thou, which hast shewed me great and sore troubles, shalt quicken me again, and shalt bring me up again from the depths of the earth.
Page 169 - Amen ; so let it be : Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Page 38 - Man's chief end is to glorify God, and to enjoy him for ever.
Page 243 - Scripture is the only cure of woe : That field of promise, how it flings abroad Its odour o'er the Christian's thorny road ! The soul, reposing on assured relief, Feels herself happy amidst all her grief, Forgets her labour as she toils along, Weeps tears of joy, and bursts into a song.
Page 169 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near, At times to faith's foreseeing eye Thy golden gates appear ! Ah then, my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above.
Page 201 - Thou hast spared me. Wherefore with my utmost art I will sing Thee, And the cream of all my heart I will bring Thee.
Page 200 - And, doubtless, it was that charity," he adds, " which suffereth long and is kind, which vaunteth not itself, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no. evil, beareth all things, hopeth all things, believeth all things, endureth all things — that greatest of virtues, charity, which guided all his actions.
Page 66 - Toil on, faint not, keep watch and pray, Be wise the erring soul to win ; Go forth into the world's highway, Compel the wanderer to come in. 6 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice : For toil comes rest, for exile home ; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal, " Behold, I come !
Page 184 - Holland; the Royal Marines by Captains PC Penrose and R. Boyle. The way was most gallantly shown by Commander Bate, whom I observed alone, waving an ensign on the top of the breach. The parapet of the wall was immediately afterwards covered with the marines and seamen, who, diverging to the left and right, had within ten minutes complete possession of the defences between two of the gates, with the field pieces in the breach.