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Excerpt from Songs in the Night: A Thanksgiving Sermon, Preached in Emmanuel Church, Baltimore, Nov; 26, 1863 The present is an era of unmasking. The stern events now marching be fore us in rapid procession, tear away as they pass, the masks from men's faces. The world is so given over to dissembling that the great dramatist who wrote the world a stage and men the players, might with equal verisi militude, have pictured society as an unending masquerade. But now that features are revealed, we are surprised not only to observe deformities where we imagined symmetry, but also to discover the lineaments of virtue, where we conceived it had no place. With judgment begun at the house of God let us remark the development Of a high ministerial fidelity in some, as con trasted with a disposition in others to succumb to the secular influences of the hour. The sweets of popularity, the honors and emoluments of civil or mil itary service, I may not say, have deluded any from that singleness of purpose in saving souls to which they solemnly gave themselves. N O, for I award to them thecredit of honest conviction and holy sincerity. Still is it left to me and to many, to deplore the error, and its grievous influence now and here after, over those who look to the Church for the undimmed reflections of truth as it is in Jesus. How many are there among Clergy and Laity who have revealed the most beautiful charity, who have been not only slow to speak and slow to wrath, but who have ministered to the sick and wounded, not asking whether friend or foe, and played an angel part in the drama of death. How many have made patriotism the pretext for plunder, and preyed upon their country in the hour Of her trial. How many again have Offered their choicest gifts, and spared not husband or son. What pictures of folly sketched by those dressed in a little brief authority. And again, what sublime daring - what heroic resolve - what magnificent achievement. How many christian men and women have entered the embattled arena, and there exer cised Oflices of help for soul and body. What beautiful benevolence, what bountiful beneficence have been organized and dispensed by these evangelists of the camp and the hospital. Again what shirking of duty, what timidity, what time-serving and men-fearing has there not been, - and cloaked in man tles of christian charity. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Excerpt from The Good Hand of Our God Upon Us: A Thanksgiving Sermon, Preached on Occasion of the Victory of Manassas, July 21st, 1861, in the Presbyterian Church, Norfolk, Va In the first published official account of the first important battle of this war, the battle of Bethel, brigadier-general Hill concludes with the words: Our Heavenly Father has wonderfully interposed to shield our heads in the day of bat tle. Unto His name be all the praise for our success. There isa heartiness in the recognition of God's good hand in these words, which make this dispatch unlike any other official dispatch from a battle field I have ever read. I have seen three private letters, from three of our soldiers, written on the battle field at Manassas, in every one of which there is the distinct recognition of God's good providence in that battle, and this, though not one of the three is a professor of religion. It is with feelings of joy, and thanks to Al mighty God that I am still alive, I write you these lines, are the words of one. 1 was knocked senseless, and they trampled all over me before I was carried off the field: but I am safe now, I thank God for that, are the words of another. The third, who fainted from exhaustion near the close of the battle, and recovered his consciousness to find himself in an ambulance with the dead and wounded, writes: God must have watched over and protected me, .f0r, surely, I was in the very jaws of death. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Excerpt from A Willing Reunion Not Impossible: A Thanksgiving Sermon Preached at St. Paul's, Brookline, November 26, 1863 It is the usage of the divine Word to speak of God's mystery as the believer's peace. Concealment, we are told, is a part of the glory of God; and the very darkness, therefore, in which our path may be enfolded, leads us to trust in God, who is in the cloud. "Thou canst not see my face," said God to Moses, "for there shall no man see me and live." "And it shall come to pass, while my glory passeth by, that I will put thee in a cleft of the rock, and will cover thee with my hand as I pass by," - hiding thus from the creature the movement of the Creator, even when the Creator is most near. So the apostle cries, - "Oh the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Excerpt from The Chastisement of War, and Its Alleviations: Thanksgiving Sermon Preached in Christ M. E. Church, Pittsburgh, on Thursday, November 27, 1862 Dear Brethren - The object of my discourse on Thanksgiving Day was to strengthen our hearts in support of the Government, and to demonstrate the fact that even amid the calamities of war there is abun dant cause for gratitude to God. If that object can be better subserved by its publication, I cheerfully place the manuscript at your disposal. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Excerpt from Thanksgiving Sermon: Delivered in Cortland, N. Y., August 6th, 1863 The words of the text amount in substance to a strong, imprecatory pledge of religious faithfulness to God, and patriotic devotion to that land which is the gift of God. The Israelites had been sinful; had displeased God and departed from his laws. As a consequence, they had grown timid and imbecile. Their valor had ed they were not, like their fathers of old, able to conquer giants; they were often and signally defeated; the fastnesses of their hill country no longer availed them against their enemies they had no Gideon to strike for them with his awful battle cry; they had no Samson warrior to match his single arm against the foes' haughty host; they had no boy David to deliver them by a pebble from the brook. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works."
Excerpt from The Patriot's Song of Victory: A Thanksgiving Discourse, for Recent Military Successes, Delivered in the Third Congregational Church, New Haven, September 11, and Repeated, by Request, in the Same Place, September 18, 1864 The humblest, as well as the most exalted agency, however, is forever to stand revealed in the glory of this illustrious victory. The harp of the prophetess awakes its sweetest strains, its deepest pathos, and pours forth its richest tide of love and gratitude, in memory of that heroic woman who, with nail and hammer, finished the detestable career of the sleeping tyrant' Sisera. Blessed above women shall Jael, the wife of Heber the Kenite be, -blessed shall she be above women in the tent. With what intense satis faction does this sweet singer in Israel rehearse the minute'st details of that. Remarkable performance! Every blow struck in Israel's behalf on that glo rions day, was a sure title to lasting gratitude and honor in the hearts of ad miring countrymen. Even the forces of animate and inanimate nature come in for their Share of grateful memorial. The river Kishon swept them away, that ancient river, the river Kishon. O my soul, thou hast trodden down strength. There were\the horse-hoofs broken by the means of the prancings, the prancings of their mighty ones. Sisera having been repulsed in the battle just below Taanach, turned in his flight down the Kishon about eight miles, as far as Harosheth. Here his army, now utterly disorganized by defeat and panic, was crowded into a narrow pass, - a mere Slaughter pen, - where, mingled in horrible, helpless confusion, horses, chariots and men were Slain and trampled in the mire by the pursuing victors while thousands either rushed, or were forced into the Kishon, then swollen, swift and irresistible with its wintry inundation, and were swept away to inevitable death. And here it was that the last foe met his doom. It was a scene in which war realized its most terrific horrors. And yet the poem extols the trampling cavalry, and the rapid Kishon, for their agency in consummating the 'entire ruin of the alien army. It was in the recollection of that awful scene, of which she was an eye witness, and in the consciousness of her own participation therein by personal presence and prayer, that the prophetess, as if she her self had done it, exclaimed, O my soul, thou hast trodden down strength. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.