This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1859 edition. Excerpt: ...despair thou never! Our God is good, in every place His love is known, his help is found, His mighty arm, and tender grace Bring good from ills that hem us round. Eafier than we think can He Turn to joy our agony. Soul, remember 'mid thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1859 edition. Excerpt: ...despair thou never! Our God is good, in every place His love is known, his help is found, His mighty arm, and tender grace Bring good from ills that hem us round. Eafier than we think can He Turn to joy our agony. Soul, remember 'mid thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! Say, fhall He flumber, mall He fleep, Who gave the eye its power to see? Shall He not hear his children weep Who made the ear so wondroufly? God is God; He sees and hears All their troubles, all their tears. Soul, forget not 'mid thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever!. Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! He who can earth and heaven control, Who spreads the clouds o'er sea and land, Whose presence fills the mighty Whole In each true heart is close at hand. Love Him, He will surely send Help and joy that never end. Soul, remember in thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never. Scarce canft thou bear thy cross? Then fly To Him where only reft is sweet; Thy God is great, his mercy nigh His ftrength upholds the tottering feet. Truft Him, for his grace is sure, Ever doth his truth endure; Soul, forget not in thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns. God liveth ever! O my Soul, despair thou never! When fins and follies long forgot Upon thy tortured conscience prey, O come to God, and fear Him not, His love fhall sweep them all away. Pains of hell at look of his, Change to calm content and bliss. Soul, forget not in thy pain, God o'er all doth ever reign. God liveth ever! Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never! Those whom the thoughtless world forsakes, Who Hand bewilder'd with their woe, God gently to his bosom takes, And bids them all his fulness know. In thy...
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