The Life of Col. James Gardiner: Who was Slain at the Battle of Prestopans, September 21, 1745Presbyterian Board of Publication, 1825 - 228 pages |
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... told he rather distinguished it as a season of more than ordinary humiliation before God - both in commemoration of those mercies which he received in the first opening of life , and under an affectionate sense , as well of his long ...
... told he rather distinguished it as a season of more than ordinary humiliation before God - both in commemoration of those mercies which he received in the first opening of life , and under an affectionate sense , as well of his long ...
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... told he was very quickly after promoted to a cornet's commission in Lord Stair's regiment of the Scots Greys , and , on the 31st of January , 1714-15 , was made captain- lieutenant in Colonel Ker's regiment of dragoons . He had the ...
... told he was very quickly after promoted to a cornet's commission in Lord Stair's regiment of the Scots Greys , and , on the 31st of January , 1714-15 , was made captain- lieutenant in Colonel Ker's regiment of dragoons . He had the ...
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... told that a great deal of the care of that admirably well - adjusted ceremony fell upon him ; so that he gained great credit by the manner in which he conducted it . Under the benign influence of his Lordship's favour , which to the ...
... told that a great deal of the care of that admirably well - adjusted ceremony fell upon him ; so that he gained great credit by the manner in which he conducted it . Under the benign influence of his Lordship's favour , which to the ...
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... told me , that when some of his dissolute companions were once congratulating him on his distinguished felicity , a dog happening at that time to come into the room , he could not forbear groaning inwardly , and saying to himself , ' Oh ...
... told me , that when some of his dissolute companions were once congratulating him on his distinguished felicity , a dog happening at that time to come into the room , he could not forbear groaning inwardly , and saying to himself , ' Oh ...
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... told them , if they judged it requisite . They glorified God in him ; and I humbly hope many of my readers will also do it . They will soon perceive the reason of so múch caution in my introduction to this story , for which , therefore ...
... told them , if they judged it requisite . They glorified God in him ; and I humbly hope many of my readers will also do it . They will soon perceive the reason of so múch caution in my introduction to this story , for which , therefore ...
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Page 191 - Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, And sheds its fragrance there; The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care. 5 I'll speak the honours of thy name With my last labouring breath; Then speechless clasp thee in mine arms, The antidote of death.
Page 190 - He comes the prisoners to release, In Satan's bondage held; The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield.
Page 190 - Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My transport and my trust; Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust.
Page 187 - Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
Page 189 - He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of His grace To enrich the humble poor.
Page 85 - I also heard the men themselves, that they sang with a loud voice, saying, " Blessing, honour, and glory, and power be to Him that sitteth upon the throne, and to the Lamb, for ever and ever.
Page 207 - He saw a party of the foot, who were then bravely fighting near him, and whom he was ordered to support, had no officer to head them ; upon which he said eagerly, in the hearing of the person from whom I had this account, "These brave fellows will be cut to pieces for want of a commander...
Page 38 - ... whom he was to attend exactly at twelve. The company broke up about eleven ; and not judging it convenient to anticipate the time appointed, he went into his chamber to kill the tedious hour, perhaps with some amusing book, or some other way. But it very accidentally happened, that he took up a religious book, which his good mother or aunt had, without his knowledge, slipped into his portmanteau. It was called, if I remember the title exactly, The Christian Soldier, or Heaven taken by Storm,...
Page 86 - O my God, my soul is cast down within me : therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
Page 133 - My God, I feel the mournful scene ; My bowels yearn o'er dying men ; And fain my pity would reclaim, And snatch the firebrands from the flame. But feeble my compassion proves, And can but weep where most it loves ; Thine own all-saving arm employ, And turn these drops of grief to joy.