The sacred garland; or The Christian's daily delight, comprising a text, an anecdote [&c.] for every day

 
9781236173256: The sacred garland; or The Christian's daily delight, comprising a text, an anecdote [&c.] for every day

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. 1857 Excerpt: ...been well said by John Wesley, that "We may die without the knowledge of many truths, and be carried to Abraham's bosom; but if we die without love, what would knowledge avail as? Just as much as it would avail the devil and his angels. I will not quarrel with you about my opinions; only see that your heart is right toward God, that you love the Lord Jesus Christ, that you love your neighbour, walk as your Master walked, and I desire no more. I am sick of opinions, I am weary to hear them, my soul loathes their frothy good. Give me solid, substantial religion; give me a humble lover of God and man, a man full of mercy and good fruits, a man laying himself out in works of faith, the patience of hope, the labour of love." May I constantly cultivate the grace of love. In all my deportment may it appear. May it give life and power to my knowledge, and constrain to an entire consecration of myself to God! Inspire my soul with holy zeal, Great God! my love inSame; Religion, without zeal and love, Is but an empty name. Jolt 7. "They were pricked in their heart." Acts ii. 37. NORTH American Indian, once described to "a London audience his state of mind when converted, in the following expressive language; "You know we Indians are great deer-hunters, and when we shoot the deer he runs away as if he was not hurt; but when he gets to the hill, he feels the pain, and he lays down on that side were the pain is most severe. Then he feels the pain on the other side and turns over; and so he wanders about till he perishes. After I learned to pray, that pain in my heart increased more severe. I could not sleep. Like the wounded deer, I turned from side to side, and could not rest. At last I got up at one or two o'clock at night, and walked abou...

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