The Life of Col. James Gardiner: Who was Slain at the Battle of Prestopans, September 21, 1745

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191 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, And sheds its fragrance there; The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care. 5 I'll speak the honours of thy name With my last labouring breath; Then speechless clasp thee in mine arms, The antidote of death.
190 ÆäÀÌÁö - He comes the prisoners to release, In Satan's bondage held; The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield.
190 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My transport and my trust; Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust.
187 ÆäÀÌÁö - Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
189 ÆäÀÌÁö - He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of His grace To enrich the humble poor.
85 ÆäÀÌÁö - I also heard the men themselves, that they sang with a loud voice, saying, " Blessing, honour, and glory, and power be to Him that sitteth upon the throne, and to the Lamb, for ever and ever.
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - He saw a party of the foot, who were then bravely fighting near him, and whom he was ordered to support, had no officer to head them ; upon which he said eagerly, in the hearing of the person from whom I had this account, "These brave fellows will be cut to pieces for want of a commander...
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... whom he was to attend exactly at twelve. The company broke up about eleven ; and not judging it convenient to anticipate the time appointed, he went into his chamber to kill the tedious hour, perhaps with some amusing book, or some other way. But it very accidentally happened, that he took up a religious book, which his good mother or aunt had, without his knowledge, slipped into his portmanteau. It was called, if I remember the title exactly, The Christian Soldier, or Heaven taken by Storm,...
86 ÆäÀÌÁö - O my God, my soul is cast down within me : therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
133 ÆäÀÌÁö - My God, I feel the mournful scene ; My bowels yearn o'er dying men ; And fain my pity would reclaim, And snatch the firebrands from the flame. But feeble my compassion proves, And can but weep where most it loves ; Thine own all-saving arm employ, And turn these drops of grief to joy.

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