Five Years in China: Or, The Factory Boy Made a Missionary: The Life and Observations of Rev. W. Aitchison

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Presbyterian publication committee, 1865 - 284 pagina's
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Pagina 17 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise...
Pagina 198 - Is that a deathbed where the Christian lies ? Yes ! — but not his : 'tis Death itself there dies.
Pagina 67 - On the mountains let me tell, How he died — the blessed Saviour — To redeem a world from hell ! Let me hasten, Far in heathen lands to dwell.
Pagina 196 - The treaties recently signed at Tientsin, between China on the one hand, and the four great powers of the West, England, France, Russia and the United States on the other, furnish matter for devout thankfulness to God. The prayers of some now bowing before the throne above, and of many still bearing the heat and burden of the day, are answered. A wide breach has been made in the wall of exclusiveness, which so long interposed a formidable barrier between the heralds of salvation and the perishing...
Pagina 268 - May loved ones over my grave ne'er weep. ' But let me die at the midnight hour, When winds howl loud, and dark clouds low'r ; With no friend near to close my fixed eye, Or bend his ear for my last faint sigh. Let no speaking marble mark the spot, Where 'neath the clods my body shall rot ; There let me rest from earth's toilsome strife, Till God shall wake me to endless life.
Pagina 268 - It consists of five stanzas; we transcribe only the last two : ' Bury me not at the close of day, When the twilight softly fades away, When a deathlike stillness fills the air, And goodness kneels at the place of prayer. Be not the churchyard my place of rest, Let no hallowed dust fall on my breast; Where sleep my fathers, let me not sleep, May loved ones over my grave ne'er weep.
Pagina 250 - But now in Christ Jesus, ye who sometime were afar off, are made nigh by the blood of Christ ; for he is our peace, who hath made both one ; and hath broken down the middle wall of partition between us.
Pagina 113 - ... and dirty, we awaited the decision of the functionary. It soon came, and with it the disappointment of our hopes respecting a sight of ChoongLoong-San. We were to be conducted back to Shanghai immediately. Mr. E. argued the case at considerable length with the bearer of the decree, but argument was vain. We returned to the military office as we came, the streets being now lined on both sides by people eager to have a good look at the foreign barbarians. It was almost dark when we arrived, and...
Pagina 267 - Three days afterward — as it was found impossible to convey his body to Shanghai — the burial service was read on board the American Ambassador's vessel, and " the coffin, with its precious freight, was reverently passed over the side of the ship, and lowered into the unfolding waves of the Gulf of Pichili, a part of the China Sea, there to rest until the sea shall give up its dead." " Singular, and almost prophetic," says the author, " were some lines of a little poem written by Mr. Aitchison...
Pagina 268 - Not beneath the clods of the valley, as we have seen, but beneath the waves of the sea, his body sleeps and waits the resurrection morn; and so his lonely wanderings ceased, and his happy spirit ascended to the loved ones gone before, to that blessed Saviour who had stood by him and strengthened him amid all the trials of his pilgrimage. He leaves, of his own immediate relatives, father, mother, and two sisters, to mourn his loss, — but not long. Many friends, beside wife, child, and father-in-law,...

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