Poem written after reading Baxter's Call to the Unconverted Though Baxter's lips have long in silence hung, And death long hush'd that sinner-wakening tongue Yet still, though dead, he speaks aloud to all, And from the grave still issues forth his "Call," Like some loud angel-voice from Zion Hill, The mighty echo rolls and rumbles still, O grant that we, when sleeping in the dust, May thus speak forth the wisdom of the just.
R. M. M'Cheyne - October 17, 1834. Pasted from http://www.mcheyne.info/sermons8.php David -- View this message in context: http://sword-dev.350566.n4.nabble.com/Some-new-modules-tp3235307p3235544.html Sent from the SWORD Dev mailing list archive at Nabble.com. _______________________________________________ sword-devel mailing list: [email protected] http://www.crosswire.org/mailman/listinfo/sword-devel Instructions to unsubscribe/change your settings at above page
