Review and Herald, Vol. 16, No. 13.
SUNDAY NO SABBATHEXTRACT FROM A LETTER FROM IRELAND.
Extracts from Letters.
There we shall see his face, And never, never sin, There from the rivers of his grace, Drink endless pleasures in.
I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, And all my cares and sorrows cast, On him whom I adore.
O what are all my sufferings here, If, Lord, thou count me meet, With all the enraptured host to appear, And worship at his feet.'
We are little 'tis true, And our numbers are few,
OBITUARY.
The Cause is Onward.
To Correspondents.
A Home for Brother M. Hull.
| Wm. Peabody, (pledged) | $20,00. |
|---|---|
| James White, | 10,00. |
| D. R. Palmer, pd. | 10,00. |
| Ira Abbey, ‐ | 10,00. |
| Wm. Treadwell, ‐ | 10,00. |
| S. W. Rhodes, ‐ | 10,00. |