Faith triumphant: a funeral sermon, preached on occasion of the death of mrs. James. Together with a brief memoir of the deceased, by her husband [J.A. James].

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Page 97 - UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb ; Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To slumber in the silent dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds ; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here. While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son Passed...
Page 76 - Thou art, of what sort the eternal life of the saints was to be, which eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, nor hath it entered into the heart of man to conceive.
Page 68 - WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Page 2 - Christ, under great sufferings and trials of his perseverance : 2 Tim. i. 12, " For which cause also I suffer these things. Nevertheless, I am not ashamed : for I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed to him against that day.
Page 112 - And whether we be afflicted, it is for your consolation and salvation ; which is effectual in the enduring of the same sufferings which we also suffer; or whether we be comforted, it is for your consolation, and salvation...
Page 108 - I THIRST, but not as once I did The vain delights of earth to share ; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid That I should seek my pleasures there. It was the sight of thy dear cross First wean'd my soul from earthly things ; And taught me to esteem as dross The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.
Page 76 - Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord ; for they rest from their labours, and their works do follow them.
Page 75 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand And there confess my sin.
Page 97 - Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds: no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept ; — God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed ; Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne The morning break, and pierce the shade.
Page 8 - God, and thought it not robbery to be equal with God ; yet he made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men ; and, being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross.

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