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Topsy-Turvy Land

This book was written by a husband and a wife Samuel Marinus Zwemer and Amy E. Zwemer. They both were missionaries and travelers, with their interest focused on the Arabian countries. Samuel Zwemer often called The Apostle to Islam lived for quite a long time (1891-1905) at Busrah, Bahrein and in other places in the Middle East doing research there and missionary work as well. He also became a member of the Royal Geographical Society of London and on its behalf traveled to Asia. During the last years of his life he served as a professor of missions and the history of religion as the Princeton Theological Seminary. Samuel Zwemer is known as the author of many books devoted to the Arabs and Arabian countries. For instance, he was an editor of the famous publication The Moslem World. Also he encouraged many outstanding researches to travel to the Middle East as missionaries and study this region. His wife Amy Zwemer was an American missionary as well working in the Arabian countries where she met and married her co-worker. She created Two Young Arabs including The Travels of Noorah and Jameel and co-authored various books with her husband, among them we can name Topsy-Turvy Land (1902), and Moslem Women (1926).

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meditations on death and eternity

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: FEAR OF DEATH. Part I. It is fulfilled ! once — to the cross fast bound, His bitterest hour past — the Saviour cried, His flesh transpierced with wounds, his head thorn-crowned, Cried he to Him in whom he could confide ; Nor vainly cried he, for the hour drew nigh That ended all his mortal agony. It is fulfilled ! Though yet a short delay, I also once must cry, and that erelong ; Then shall I go where tears are wiped away, Where sickness cometh never more, nor wrong : The heart that's filled with love and trusting faith Knows what it still may hope for, e'en in death. (2 Cob. v. 1-5.) P we mortals could foresee from our cradle all the events and sufferings that await us, many would tremble more at life than at the closing act of it which we call death. Life has often been metaphorically represented as a journey begun without our willing it, and ended without our willing it. On we speed with restless haste. We set out in the dim dawn ofmorning, emerging from the unknown depths of night, and hurrying towards another night. From beginning to end it is the work of God. Minutes vanish, hours fly past us: fain would we linger among the first flowers that smile to us in the rosy morn of youth ! But a hidden power urges us on, the flowers fall withered from our hand, the hot midday sun of life is already glowing above our heads. We discover shady spots, whose refreshing shelter invites us to repose; and gladly would we rest. But no! we must speed on. We endeavor in vain to hold fast the joys we find by the wayside. They escape. Already the sunset reddens the sky, and behind the lurid glare night is stealthily approaching. Willingly would we pause to enjoy, in longer draughts, the coolness of the lovely evening. But onwards ! onwards ! cries an unkno...

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