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Title: Rills from the fountain of life, or, Sermons to children
Year: 1867 (1860s)
Authors: Newton, Richard, 1813-1887
Subjects: Episcopal Church Children's sermons Sermons, American
Publisher: New York : Robert Carter and Brothers
Contributing Library: Princeton Theological Seminary Library
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serable hovel. It is so old, and shattered,that the wintry winds sweep freely through it. Theroof is so out of repair that the melting snows, anddrenching rains, come dripping down in every part,except one little corner, which is occupied by thepoor cripples bed of straw. We can hardly thinkof any situation more wretched, and uncomfortablethan this. Yet that poor cripple is a real Christian.He loves Jesus, and has a hope of heaven. Wouldyou like to know how he feels in that lonely andcheerless hut? Well, a Christian friend and neigh-bor is going in to make a morning call. It is a raw,cold, December day. The visitor opens Ore door,and says to the poor sufferer, Well, John, how doyou do, this morning?. Oh, sir, he replies, I am sitting under his sha-dow with great delight, and his fruit is sweet to mytaste. He meant to say, by this, that he felt thepresence of his Saviour, and that this gave himpeace, and joy, amidst all his poverty and pain.Gods wonderful lamp was shining in that lowly
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PAUL AND SILAS IN PRISON. Rii:s. p. 142. 143 Lovel, and the poor sufferer living there was com-forted by it, under the trials of life. But we need comfort in the prospect of death, as wellas under the trials of life; and this wonderful lampcan give it to us here also. It is a solemn thing todie;—to bid farewell to all the familiar scenes ofearth;—to be separated from all the clear friends wehave known and loved here;—to lie down in thesilent grave, and moulder into dust;—to enter uponthe awful and untried scenes of the eternal world;—to stand before the judgment-seat of Christ, and haveour condition fixed in happiness, or misery, for ever-lasting ages;—oh, there is something unspeakablysolemn in all this ! Who can think of it, and not feelhis spirit awed within him ? Ah! we need comfortin the prospect of death, more than we can possiblyneed it, at any other time. And we must have it, too,or we shall be badly off indeed. Yet there is no-thing that can give us real, substant

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