Records from the Life of S.V.S. Wilder ...

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American tract society, 1865 - 404 pages
Samuel Vryling Stoddard (1780-1865), son of Levi Wilder and Sarah Stoddard, was born in Lancaster, Massachusetts, and married Electa Barrell in 1814 at Northampton, Massachusetts. He was a merchant entrepreneur in Europe before and after his marriage, yet always active in missionary and religious societies (both abroad and at home). Includes some family history.
 

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Page 222 - In the last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried, saying, If any man thirst, let him come unto me, and drink.
Page 55 - For whosoever shall be ashamed of me and of my words, of him shall the Son of man be ashamed, when he shall come in his own glory, and in 1ns Father's, and of the holy angels.
Page 334 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my' God ! My rising soul surveys, Transported with the v'iew, I 'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Page 100 - Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake : for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. Rejoice, and be exceeding glad : for great is your reward in heaven : for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.
Page 334 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
Page 337 - ... ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh a reason of the hope that is in us ; so there may be occasions when it will highly become us to do it.
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Page 151 - Why should I make a man my trust ? Princes must die and turn to dust ; Vain is the help of flesh and blood ; Their breath departs, their pomp and power, And thoughts all vanish in an hour ; Nor can they make their promise good.
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