...life,Jhall hang in doubt before thee , and thou J halt fear day and night ; in the morning thou Jk wit fay , would God it were evening , and in the evening , would God it were morning , Deut, z&. 65- , 66,67. 69. AND what can be more wretched then to have a mind thus agitated and toft,...

...are" filled with tossings to and fro to the dawning of the day :" so that in the morning they say, Would God it were evening ; and in the evening, Would God it were morning. And the few that escape those acute diseases, find the common infirmities of old age more than they can...

...concluded it was better for me to die than to live. In this situation I co'uld say in the morning, " Would God it were evening, and, in the evening, would God it were morning." Instances of death left rather a pleasing, than a gloomy impression on my mind ; for I considered that...

...thou shall fear day and night, and shalt have no assurance of thy life. In the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were evening ! and in the evening, Would God it were morning ! for the fear of thine heart which thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt...

...thou shall fear day and night, and shall have no assurance of thy life. In the morning thou shall say, Would God it were evening ! and in the evening, Would God it were morning ! for the fear of thine heart which Ihou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt...

...and fatigue, of joy and sorrow, than to endure this dismal serenity — than to say in the morning, " would God it were evening:" and in the evening, "would God it were morning." A FATHER'S MEDITATION UPON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE DEATH OF A BELOVED CHILD. This day, the anniversary...

...the nights ! I can say with Job, — Wearisome nights are appointed tome: when it i* morning, I say, would God it were evening ! and in the evening, would God it were morning ! ' Jan. 11. — Her nights and days were now full of pain ; her appetite almost entirely failed her,...

...I am so obdurate and insensible, that nothing affects me as it ought to do. In the morning I say, ' Would God it were evening ! ' and in the evening, ' Would God it were morning!' My poor, distracted, and irresolute heart is at times ready to break. Oh ! that I could be persuaded...

...fatigue, of joy and sorrow, than to endure this dismal serenity, — than to say in the morning, " would God it were evening ; and in the evening, would God it were morning." " Such is what we shall not find in heaven. But what is it that is there ? What vast fund of unexampled...

...languishing under continual weakness, and groaning under most grievous pains, crying, in the morning, ' Would God it were evening !' and, in the evening, ' Would God it were morning!' weary of going, weary of sitting, weary of standing, weary of lying, weary of eating, of speaking,...