The pathway of life; Intended to lead the young and the old into paths of happiness, and to prepare them for a holy companionship with him whose kingdom is as boundless as his love (1894) (14802795473)

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Title: The pathway of life ; Intended to lead the young and the old into paths of happiness, and to prepare them for a holy companionship with him whose kingdom is as boundless as his love
Year: 1894 (1890s)
Authors: Talmage, T. De Witt (Thomas De Witt), 1832-1902
Subjects: Christian life and character
Publisher: Philadelphia, Pub. and manufactured by Historical Pub. Co. for the Christian Herald
Contributing Library: Princeton Theological Seminary Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Internet Archive



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billows near me roll,While the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide—Oh, receive my soul at last. SONGS IN THE NIGHT. Songs in the night ! Songs in the night ! lV)r the sick, who have no one toturn the hot pillow, no one to put the taper on the stand, no one to put ice on thetemple, or )wur out the soothing anodyne, or utter one cheerful word—yet songsin the night ! Ior the poor, who freeze in the winters cold, and .swelter in thesummers heat, and nnuKh the hard crusts that bleed the .sore gums, and .shiverunder blankets that cainiot any longer be patched, and tremble because rent-dayis come and thev mav be set out on the sidewalk, and looking into the starved THE PATHWAY OF LIFE. t95 face of the child and seeing famine there and death there, coming home from thebakery and saying in the presence of the little famished ones, O my God, flourhas gone up ! Yet songs in the night! Songs in the night ! For the widow
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HENRY V. AT THR BATTI,R OF AGINCOURT. who goes to get the back pay of her husband, slain by the sharpshooters, andknows it is the last help she will have, moving out of a comfortable home in 196 THE PATHWAY OF LIFE. desolation, with pale cheek and lustreless eye. Yet songs in the night ! Foi thesoldier in the field hospital, no surgeon to bind up the gunshot fracture, no waterfor the hot lips, no kind hand to brush away the flies from the fresh wound, noone to take the loving farewell, the groaning of others poured into his own groan,the blasphemy of others plowing up his own spirit, the condensed bitterness ofdying away from home among strangers. Yet songs in the night! Songs in thenight ! Ah ! said one dying soldier, tell mv mother that last night there wasnot one cloud between my soul and Jesus. Songs in the night ! Songs in thenight! The Sabbath day has come. From the altars of 10,000 churches has smokedup the savor of sacrifice. Ministers of the gospel are now preaching in plainE