Fourscore and seven ... blah blah
We are now in the midst of ... blah blah.
“I am sure Jesus did say, Ask, and it shall be given you: and yet I have asked, and it is not given, and, oh, dear! my mamma says God cannot tell lies, and the Bible is all true, and I read only yesterday, ‘Whatsoever ye ask in faith, believing, ye shall receive.’ I am sure I did believe for certain that I should have the doll, and it is not here. Oh, dear! oh, dear! But perhaps mamma or Mary has been in the room and taken it away.” And as this thought occurred to Rosie she stopped sobbing, and pulled away at the
his mind, and, almost surprising himself at the peculiarity of the step, he sings aloud these verses:—
“We’ve no abiding city here:
This may distress the worldling’s mind,
But should not cost the saint a tear,
Who hopes a better rest to find.
“We’ve no abiding city here:
Sad truth were this to be our home!
But let the thought our spirits cheer—
We seek a city yet to come.
“We’ve no abiding city here:
We seek a city out of sight;
Sion its name—the Lord is there;
It shines with everlasting light.
“O sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest!
Had I the pinions of a dove
I’d fly to thee, and be at rest.
“But hush, my soul, nor dare repine:
The time my God appoints is best;
While here to do His will be mine,
And His to fix my time of rest.”
. “‘God is love’ is a great verse.”
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