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. 1878 Excerpt: ...now." "0 you do--you must--you know everything--you are so clever. I know lots of beginnings, but I can't go on. There is ' Rock of Ages, ' 'Sun of my Soul, ' '0 Happy Day'--I don't know the meaning of that one, though--nurse used to sing it. There is 'The Lord my pasture, ' and 'How sweet the name of Jesus sounds'; ...
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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. 1878 Excerpt: ...now." "0 you do--you must--you know everything--you are so clever. I know lots of beginnings, but I can't go on. There is ' Rock of Ages, ' 'Sun of my Soul, ' '0 Happy Day'--I don't know the meaning of that one, though--nurse used to sing it. There is 'The Lord my pasture, ' and 'How sweet the name of Jesus sounds'; you know that one, don't you?" And Trevor, thinking he might manage a verse, continued--"In a believer's ear." Then, to his own surprise, he seemed led on from line to line. His mother had often and often repeated it to him; and as the sweet words floated one after another into his mind he felt borne very far away, till he fancied himself a child, younger than Jack, in his little cot, across which the shadow of the tall poplars used to dance in the moonlight. He went on, and at the last verse looked up. The sufferer was asleep. The "music" of that name had lulled him; and as the young man repeated the final line softly to himBelf--"Refresh my soul in death"--he thought involuntarily of the inscription he had often noticed on children's tombs, "Jesus called a little child unto Him," and he felt a thrill pass through him as he gazed on the boy's well-defined and almost rigid features. It struck him then that they were pinched and withered, as if the shadow of death had passed over them already. He dare not risk waking the lad by removing his hand, so he remained where he was, he knew not how long. Many thoughts, old and new, passed through his mind. Many things appeared to him in fresh lights. Whether he slept or not it was impossible to say, but he was suddenly aroused by the sharp chirps of the birds as they hailed the early sun streaming through the closed curtains. The sleeper had released hi...
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