Morning Thoughts To Cheer The Day

Author : Anonymous
Publisher : Rarebooksclub.com
ISBN 13 : 9781230180519
Total Pages : 68 pages
Book Rating : 4.1/5 (85 download)

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Download or read book Morning Thoughts to Cheer the Day written by Anonymous and published by Rarebooksclub.com. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 68 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...look of blessed angel faces; Six years to grow as only angels may. I wonder oft what she is doing there, By the still waters that forever flow; What mighty secrets she has come to know; What graces won, divinely sweet and fair. I wonder who of those that went before, And those that followed on her shining way, She has met there in Heaven's auroral day; And if they talk their earth-life o'er and o'er. I think this very morning they are met, She and one other, only three years gone, In some dear place in Heaven, secure and lone, To talk of things they never can forget. For I am sure that naught of their new life, No grace or glory that is there revealed, The fountains of past life has ever sealed, That these will ever be with sweetness rife. I cannot think of them as they are now, Of the new light that shines upon their faces; I cannot image forth their angel graces; And I am glad, so glad, that it is so. We shall get used to such things by and by: The angels will not miss the look they wore; For us they wear the look they wore before; No other look with that, for us, can vie. So we will think of them just as they were, Their voices sweet and all their pleasant ways; And thoughts like these shall help us through the days, Until we go to meet them where they are. Independent Let not your heart be troubled.--Jesus. (john xiv. i.) There is no Death I What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, --the child of our affection, --But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. Not as a child shall we again behold her; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a...