The Sermon Preached at the Farewell Service in Old Trinity Church, Pittsburgh, Pa., on the Morning of the Nineteenth Sunday After Trinity, October 3D, 1869 (Classic Reprint)

The Sermon Preached at the Farewell Service in Old Trinity Church, Pittsburgh, Pa., on the Morning of the Nineteenth Sunday After Trinity, October 3D, 1869 (Classic Reprint)

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Excerpt from The Sermon Preached at the Farewell Service in Old Trinity Church, Pittsburgh, Pa., On the Morning of the Nineteenth Sunday After Trinity, October 3d, 1869 Seemingly it was an occasion only for the wildest joy. But there were present some who remembered the first House in all its glory. In early life they had stood under its brilliant dome, and worshipped within its jeweled walls. Its rare beauty and splendors were deeply and indellibly impressed on their memory, and the joy Of the present was clouded and swallowed up in thought Of the past; so that While others shouted for joy, because the foundation of a new Temple was to be laid, these wept sorrowfully as memo ries of departed glory came crowding thick upon them. There is deep, touching pathos in the graphic words of the Prophet which describes the scene: Many Of the Priests and Levites, and chief of the Fathers who were ancient men, that had seen the first House, when the foundation Of this House was laid before their eyes, wept with a loud Voice, and many shouted for joy, so that the people could not dis cern the noise of the Shout Of joy from the noise of the weeping Of the people. Could any other words so tenderly and truthfully describe that strange scene? The greater part Of the people were overjoyed and expressed their feel ings in shouts that rent the air. The chief Of the Fathers who were ancient men, living in the past - more than in the present, wept for the house of their first love, where they had been wont to pay their vows unto the Most High. And this was most natural. I do not blame, but rather praise them, for this display of the gentler emotions Of the human heart. Their affections could never again entwinethemselves about another holy spot as they had round that which was associated with their tender years; and thus while the shout Of joy was going up from the multitude, the mighty flow Of recollection overcame them and their eyes were dim with weeping. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.show more

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  • Paperback | 54 pages
  • 152 x 229 x 3mm | 86g
  • Forgotten Books
  • United States
  • English
  • , black & white illustrations
  • 0243090625
  • 9780243090624