A collection of ... epitaphs, copied from the monuments in the ancient church and burial grounds of Saint Pancras, Middlesex, Volume 1

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Page 201 - I will greatly rejoice in the Lord, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with her jewels.
Page 126 - Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, When what we now deplore, Shall rise in full immortal prime, And bloom to fade no more.
Page 170 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age.
Page 215 - But with me it is a very small thing that I should be judged of you, or of man's judgment : yea, I judge not mine own self. For I know nothing by myself; yet am I not hereby justified : but He that judgeth me is the Lord.
Page 196 - Yea, I think it meet, as long as I am in this tabernacle, to stir you up by putting you in remembrance; knowing that shortly I must put off this my tabernacle, even as our Lord Jesus Christ hath shewed me. Moreover I will endeavour that ye may be able after my decease to have these things always in remembrance.
Page 215 - Therefore judge nothing before the time, until the Lord come, who both will bring to light the hidden things of darkness, and will make manifest the counsels of the hearts : and then shall every man have praise of God.
Page 205 - The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry ? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the Spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
Page 153 - If Thou, my Saviour, still be nigh, Cheerful I live, and joyful die ; Secure, when mortal comforts flee, To find ten thousand worlds in Thee.
Page 48 - Go saint-eyed patience from affliction's door ; Go modesty that never wore a frown, Go virtue and receive thy heavenly crown. Not from a stranger came this heartfelt verse, The friend inscrib'd thy tomb, whose tear bedew'd thy hearse." EDWIN ROFPE. Grammar Schools (2nd S. i. 145.) — The conclusion of the prayer used at Tiverton school is " beatam resurrectionem atque seternse felicitatis prsemia consequamur, per Jesum Christum Dominum Nostrum.
Page 139 - Weep not for me my parents dear, I am not dead, but only sleeping here. I was not yours alone, But God's who loved me best, and took me home.

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