The Monitory and Epistolary Exercise Book (Paperback)

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. 1841 edition. Excerpt: ...the Author of the "Sabbath of the Sick." Seep. 93. Oh treasure richer than a kingdom's wealth, The end, the object of my ardent pray'r; How do I mourn thy loss, heart-cheering Health How make thy lov'd return my daily care Yet let me check the fond, the anxious hope, And yield submissive to His righteous will, Whose tender mercies, with unbounded scope, Have through my varied life pursued me still. Unerring Wisdom issued the decree; And shall a worm declare his ways unjust? No--let my stay, my consolation be, My Maker knows his creatures are but dust. Tho' sleepless nights and pain devoted days In sad succession, still my life annoy, His sacred Word my drooping heart shall raise; For "they who sow in tears shall reap in joy." Let faith and patience then, O God, be mine; These are the graces which I hourly crave: Patience shall regulate my will by thine, And faith extend my view beyond thn grave. Lines, written by the late Rev. Dr. Barnes, a short time before his death. When storms their awful terrors fling, When gloomy night its raven wing Spreads hov'ring o'er the vast profound, And swelling billows roar around--Whilst darkness reigns beneath the pole, Hope is the anchor of my soul; Nor night, nor storms shall e'er prevail, My hope is fix'd within the veil. Beyond the reach of time and change, My bold and lofty visions range;' I penetrate beyond the night, To realms of pure and endless light. There, bright with everlasting day, Celestial regions I survey; No tempests rise, no gloom, no shade, Nor night, nor death those realms invade. Hope, with her anchor fasten'd there, Can smile at storms, and death, and fear; Though angry tempests round her swell, 'Tis hers in humble peace to dwell. I hope, ere long, to leave...