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While Experience was more firmly knit in form and face, with a shrewd kindly eye and a happy readiness in his bearing, and all his hard-earned wisdom evidently on foot within him as a capability for work and for control. This, then, was the second of the four shepherds, who fed Immanuel's sheep on the Delectable Mountains.
Froude, "in his work; happy in the sense that his influence was daily extending spreading over his own country and to the far-off settlements of America, he spent his last years in his own land of Beulah, Doubting Castle out of sight, and the towers and minarets of Immanuel's Land growing nearer and clearer as the days went on."
He knew, you see, that I shouldn't want it, and he sent that poor girl to be looked after by someone as had money to spare. "I'll bless the Hand that guided, I'll bless the Heart that planned, When throned where glory dwelleth, In Immanuel's Land." So my summons is come, Mr Charter, though I'd no idea it was so near.
Those who copy them, still more those who print them, are declared sinners that make others to sin. I must confess that I am here on the side of the Code. Immanuel's Machberoth are scarcely worthy of the Hebrew genius. There has been, it may be added, a long struggle against Hebrew love songs. We must not imitate the songs and tales of ignorant and lascivious people.
And, then, that privileged people will be as happy in possessing that man for their minister as the sheep of Immanuel's Land were in having Knowledge set over them for their shepherd. They will never look up without being fed. They will every Sabbath-day be led by green pastures and still waters.
He could clearly distinguish the music of the old Methodist hymn, the words of which were quite familiar to him: "There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners plunged beneath that flood. Lose all their guilty stains." Over and over again, with strange wild cadences of their own invention, the worshippers wailed forth the refrain, "Lose all their guilty stains."
"There is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains." TEXT: "I, even I, am he that blotteth out thy transgressions for mine own sake, and will not remember thy sins." Isaiah 43:25.
Then they sang that hymn of the dawning glory of Immanuel's land, Lady Charlotte playing the organ and The Duke leading with clear, steady voice verse after verse. When they came to the last verse the minister made a sign and, while they waited, he read the words: "I've wrestled on towards heaven 'Gainst storm, and wind, and tide." And so on to that last victorious cry,
"The Lord's will be done!" he exclaimed at last; "and is this you, Walter Gibson? fearful! fearful! are these the Philistines around you? and are you and I to travel, hand in hand, into Immanuel's land? or, but do my poor eyes deceive me, and are these only our good friends, the fair traders, come to the rescue, under God and his mercy, in the time of our need?"
"I do hate Injuns!" she would often say; but quite likely would soon after be heard singing one of the hymns of the missionaries at the Dalles: "O'er Columbia's wide-spread forests Haste, ye heralds of the Lamb; Teach the red man, wildly roaming, Faith in Immanuel's name," which, if poor poetry, was very inspiring.
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