The Sweet Story of Old; A Sunday Book for the Little Ones. by Hesba Stretton

The Sweet Story of Old; A Sunday Book for the Little Ones. by Hesba Stretton

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ...for they laughed at Him, and scorned Him, saying they knew she was dead. So He put them all out, and choosing three of His disciples, Peter, and James, and John, to be with Him, and taking with Him Jairus and the mother, He entered into the room where the young girl was lying. Yes; she was dead! The mother knew it, and now the father saw his little daughter lying there dead! But Jesus Christ was standing beside her, and He stooped down and took her cold hand in His, and He looked down on her with His loving eyes. Then those who were about Him, watching and keeping silence, heard Him speak to the dead girl. "Damsel, I say unto thee, arise!" were His words. And the girl's eyes opened, and she saw her Saviour's face bending over her; and at once she rose up, not only alive, but well, as if she had just awoke from a deep slumber. And Jesus Christ commanded that something should be given her to eat. Who can tell how astonished and happy the father and mother were? But Jesus Christ charged them strictly that no one was to know it. Probably the girl herself was not to be told; for it would make her life a mystery to her. It was better for her not to know that she was different from other girls, having died and come to life again. It had been but a deeper sleep than usual to her. So Jesus Christ would have us think of dying as falling asleep. What we call death He calls sleep; and sleep, which comes to us every night, is a little like death. We lay our head down on the pillow, our eyes close, and our hearing grows dull, and we forget all our knowledge. We can no longer take care of ourselves, and we do not feel either love or sorrow. Your mother comes to your bedside, and looks down on you, and covers you up with warm clothing, and kisses more

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  • Paperback | 26 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 68g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236494350
  • 9781236494351