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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. 1838 Excerpt: ...from stage to stage (A cheering and a priz'd relief) Of faith's hard pilgrimage. There is a scene where Jesus ne'er, Ne'er leaves his happy guests; He spreads a ceaseless banquet there, And love still fires their breasts. Die. 3, 1826, Sunday Mobning. LIII.--"LOVEST THOU ME?" 1. "Lov'st thou me?"--that question Thrice thy Lord renew'd: "Lov'st thou me?"--suggestion, Meet for thoughtful mood. Say, "lov'st thou me?" Then love I thee; Then thou art blest for ever. Oh, canst thou prove Cold to my love?--Lord, I would answer,--never. Canst thou e'er forget it, All I did for thee? Canst thou e'er regret it, Aught thou dost for me? Did I from on high Stoop e'en to die? Else thou wert lost for ever: Canst thou forget All that love-debt?--Lord, I would answer,--never. 3. If thou lov'st thy Saviour, Drawn by love divine; Then thy whole behaviour Will conform to mine. Glad wilt thou leave All that would grieve, All that from me would sever: All I approve Thou too wilt love:--Lord, I would answer,--ever. Soon, if thus in spirit Thou art one with me; Through thy Saviour's merit, Thou with him shalt be. All are, above, Ravish'd with love, Love to the Lamb, for ever. When shall aught part Me from thy heart?--Lord, I would answer,--never. Dkc. 3, 1826, Sunday Evening. 1. Night cast unwonted gloom around; His friends had given their grief to sleep: He, prostrate on the chilling ground, His lonely watch of woe must keep. 2. The last, the farewell paschal feast, With those sad friends at evening ta'en; He waits the traitor's murd'rous haste To prove him, now, the Lamb so slain. 3. As thrice he kneels to groan his woe, See sweat, like thick large blood-drops, run: "My Father, if this cup might go! And yet, thy will, not mine, be don...
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Thomas Grinfield was the son of Thomas Grinfield of Bristol and Anna Joanna Barham, and the brother of Edward William Grinfield. He was born at Bath in 1788, and educated at Wingfield, near Trowbridge, and afterwards at Trinity College, Cambridge, where he proceeded Bachelor of Arts in 1811.
Trinity College.
He was ordained in 1813. He died at Clifton on 8 April 1870, and was buried in the cemetery at Weston-super-Mare. Though he published little, his compositions were numerous, especially his sermons.
Studious and contemplative, he mingled little with society.
As well as the works listed below, he wrote a large number of small poems and lectures, many of which were published in the Weston Mercury. There remain unpublished several manuscripts, especially a valuable series of theological lectures.
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