Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
WILLIAM COWPERJudge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
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England with all thy faults, I love thee still– My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.
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Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid, In every bosom where her nest is made, Hatched by the beams of truth, denies him rest, And proves a raging scorpion in his breast.
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. 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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Absence of occupation is not rest.
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O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
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[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;
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Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
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A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.
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Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
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And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
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I seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy’s door.
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Would I describe a preacher, I would express him simple, grave, sincere; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste,
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