The Border Pulpit: Being a Series of Sketches of a Number of Ministers of Various Denominations in the Border Counties of Past and Present Times ; with an Introduction on the Church of the Future

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Printed for, and published by the author, 1877 - 176 pages

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Page 39 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame He fell, but felt no fear.
Page 140 - He found him in a desert land, and in the waste howling wilderness; he led him about, he instructed him, he kept him as the apple of his eye. As an eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them on her wings; so the Lord alone did lead him, and there was no strange god with him.
Page 140 - Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations : ask thy father, and he will shew thee ; thy elders, and they will tell thee.
Page 8 - My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Page 117 - The gloomy night is gathering fast,* when a letter from Dr. Blacklock to a friend of mine overthrew all my schemes, by opening new prospects to my poetic ambition. The doctor belonged to a set of critics, for whose applause I had not dared to hope. His opinion that I would meet with encouragement in Edinburgh for a second edition, fired me so much, that away I posted for that city, without a single acquaintance, or a single letter of introduction.
Page 51 - Lie not one to another, seeing that ye have put off the old man with his deeds; and have put on the new man, which is renewed in knowledge after the image of him that created him: where there is neither Greek nor Jew, circumcision nor uncircumcision, Barbarian, Scythian, bond nor free: but Christ is all, and in all.
Page 116 - ... at my heels. I had taken the last farewell of my few friends ; my chest was on the road to Greenock ; I had composed the last song I should ever measure in Caledonia. The gloomy night is gathering fast,* when a letter from Dr.
Page 4 - It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so : That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.
Page 39 - To meet thy God prepare ! " He woke, and caught his Captain's eye ; Then, strong in faith and prayer, His spirit with a bound Left its encumbering clay ; His tent at sunrise on the ground A darkened ruin lay.
Page 114 - Almighty blow Their summits kindle and their inwards glow. While this immortal spark of heav'nly flame Distends my breast and animates my frame : To thee my ardent praises shall be borne On the first breeze that wakes the blushing morn : The latest star shall hear the pleasing sound, And nature in full choir shall join around. When full of thee my soul excursive flies Through...

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