Memoirs of the Life of Mrs. Abigail Waters: Who Died in Boston, November 22d, 1816, in the 96th Year of Her Age. To which is Prefixed, the Sermon Preached on Occasion of Her Death

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˹éÒ 12 - For he is not a Jew, which is one outwardly; neither is that circumcision, which is outward in the flesh: but he is a Jew, which is one inwardly; and circumcision is that of the heart, in the spirit, and not in the letter; whose praise is not of men, but of God.
˹éÒ 21 - But what things were gain to me, those I counted loss for Christ. Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ...
˹éÒ 41 - Having therefore, brethren, boldness to enter into the holiest by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way which he hath consecrated for us, through the veil, that is to say, his flesh : and having an high priest over the house of God ; let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience, and our bodies washed with pure water.
˹éÒ 158 - Gospel, breathed in living faces, preached by a thousand unconscious acts of love and good will, which, like the cup of cold water given in the name of a disciple, shall never lose their reward. " Father, what if thee should get found out again ? " said Simeon second, as he buttered his cake. "I should pay my fine,
˹éÒ 132 - Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green : So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
˹éÒ 96 - Let the righteous smite me ; it shall be a kindness : and let him reprove me ; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
˹éÒ 122 - I'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
˹éÒ 144 - WHO is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah? this that is glorious in his apparel, travelling in the greatness of his strength? I that speak in righteousness, mighty to save.
˹éÒ 160 - The kingdoms of this world shall become the kingdoms of the Lord and of His Christ.
˹éÒ 146 - I ask them whence their victory came ; They with united breath Ascribe their conquest to the LAMB, Their triumph to His death.

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