Gipsy Life: Being an account of our Gipsies and their children, with suggestions for their improvementSmith, George
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Gipsy Life: Being an account of our Gipsies and their children, with suggestions for their improvement
Smith, George
Romanies -- Great Britain
fearing God.” “The fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace,
long-suffering, gentleness,” &c. “The wages of sin is death.” “Let us
run the race with patience.” “Judge not, that ye be not judged.”
“Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you do ye even so to them.”
“He that cometh unto Me I will in no wise cast out.” “Come unto Me all
ye that labour and are heavy laden and I will give you rest.” “I am the
way, the truth, and the life.” “Whatsoever ye find to do, do it with all
your might.” “And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and
there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall
there be any more pain, for the former things are passed away.” “He that
overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be his God and he shall
be My son.” “And they shall see His face and His name shall be in their
foreheads.” “And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle,
neither light of the sun, for the Lord God giveth them light, and they
shall reign for ever and ever.”
“Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save me from its guilt and power.
“While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne;
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.”
* * * * *
“Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidd’st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!
“Just as I am—Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!”
* * * * *
“Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.
“Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away!
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
“I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me.”
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