Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense?
WILLIAM COWPERThis fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Tea – the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
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Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
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To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
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Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
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Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
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Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
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God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
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The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
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An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.
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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
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Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
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Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
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Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
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And natural in gesture; much impress’d Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
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