Philip Doddridge, His Life and Labors: A Centenary Memorial

Jackson and Walford, 1852 - 257页

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第141页 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
第87页 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
第223页 - ... truth, as the students were about equally divided upon every question of much importance, such as Liberty and Necessity, the Sleep of the soul, and all the articles of theological orthodoxy and heresy ; in consequence of which all these topics were the subject of continual discussion. Our tutors also were of different opinions; Dr. Ashworth taking the orthodox side of every question, and Mr. Clark, the sub-tutor, that of heresy, though always with the greatest modesty.
第83页 - Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell, with all your feeble light ! Farewell, thou ever-changing moon, pale empress of the night ! -'And- thou, refulgent orb of day, in brighter flames arrayed, My soul...
第75页 - This is a true saying. If a man desire the office of a bishop, he desireth a good work. A bishop then must be blameless, the husband of one wife, vigilant, sober, of good behaviour, given to hospitality, apt to teach...
第175页 - ... poor, the sick ; pleasant to write letters of necessary business by which any good can be done ; pleasant to go out and preach the gospel to poor souls, of which some are thirsting for it, and others dying without it; pleasant in the week-day to think how near another Sabbath is ; but, oh ! much, much more pleasant, to think how near eternity is, and how short the journey through this wilderness, and that it is but a step from earth to heaven.
第83页 - Ye stars are but the shining dust Of my divine abode, The pavement of those heavenly courts, Where I shall reign with God. 4 The Father of eternal light Shall there his beams display ; Nor shall one moment's darkness mix With that unvaried day.
第179页 - LM ll/HILE on the verge of life I stand, * * And view the scene on either hand, My spirit struggles with its clay, And longs to wing its flight away. 2 Where Jesus dwells, my soul would be...
第35页 - I have endeavoured to keep a good conscience, for a troubled one who can bear ? I have now sat in this court fifteen years, and I should know something: surely, if I had gone in a mill so long, dust would cleave unto my clothes!
第188页 - He several times said to Mrs Doddridge, " I cannot express to you what a morning I have had : such delightful and transporting views of the heavenly world is my Father now indulging me with, as no words can express.