A. Mackay Ruthquist: Or, Singing the Gospel Among Hindus and Gónds |
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A. MacKay Ruthquist: Or, Singing the Gospel Among Hindus and Gónds Alexina Mackay Harrison No preview available - 2019 |
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Mackay Ruthquist: Singing the Gospel Among Hindus and Gónds Alexina Mackay Harrison No preview available - 2017 |
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Aberdeen Alexander Mackay Alexina Amarwara amongst Amundibai asked Baboo beautiful Bengali blessing Bombay Brahman called caste child Chindwara Christian Church Missionary Society Church of Scotland Danielsson dear English eyes face father feel Free Church friends gharree give God's Gónds gospel hand harmonium hear heart heathen heaven Hindu Hindustani honour hope husband hymn idols India interesting Jesus Christ Johan journey Kampthi labour lady language lesson letter listened LITTLE BUNGALOW little girl lives look Lord Maggie Malguzar Marathi meeting Miss Mackay missionary morning mother Nagpoor native neighbouring nice night poor prayer pupil reached round Ruthquist sang Saviour seated seemed singing sister soul speak spirit sweet teaching tell Telugu Thee things Thou thought to-day told tonga Uganda verandah village widow wife woman women words young zenana
Popular passages
Page 130 - COURAGE, brother, do not stumble, ^-' Though thy path be dark as night ; There's a star to guide the humble ; — " Trust in God and do the right.
Page 34 - By the way, The works of women are symbolical. We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull our sight, Producing what ? A pair of slippers, sir, To put on when you're weary, or a stool To stumble over, and vex you ..." Curse that stool ! " Or else, at best, a cushion, where you lean And sleep, and dream of something we are not, But would be for your sake. Alas, alas ! This hurts most, this, — that after all we are paid The worth of our work, perhaps.
Page 144 - Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love Fit us for perfect rest above ; And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray.
Page 159 - Go to now, ye that say, To-day or to-morrow we will go into such a city and continue there a year, and buy and sell, and get gain : whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life ? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
Page 231 - I said, I will take heed to my ways, That I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, While the wicked is before me.
Page 147 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.
Page 15 - Your hands have worked well : is your courage spent In handwork only? Have you nothing best, Which generous souls may perfect and present, And He shall thank the givers for? no light Of teaching, liberal nations, for the poor Who sit in darkness when it is not night? No cure for wicked children? Christ, — no cure! No help for women sobbing out of sight Because men made the laws?
Page 15 - O Magi of the east and of the west, Your incense, gold, and myrrh are excellent. — What gifts for Christ, then, bring ye with the rest ? Your hands have worked well. Is your courage spent In handwork only ? Have you nothing best, Which generous souls may perfect and present, And He shall thank the givers for ? No light Of teaching, liberal nations, for the poor, Who sit in darkness when it is not night ? No cure for wicked children ? Christ, — no cure...
Page 3 - In moons and tides and weather wise, He read the clouds as prophecies, And foul or fair could well divine, By many an occult hint and sign, Holding the cunning-warded keys To all the woodcraft mysteries; Himself to Nature's heart so near That all her voices in his ear Of beast or bird had meanings clear...
Page 326 - Slacken not sail yet, At inlet or island ; Straight for the beacon steer, Straight for the high land. Crowd all thy canvas on, Cut through the foam ; Christian, cast anchor now, Heaven is thy home.