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Grief is itself a medicine.

William Cowper

Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer keeps the Christian’s armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
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Cease Christian Fight Fighting Prayer Restrain
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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Country Fault Love May Mind Still
The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
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Innocence Innocent Pillow Seldom Uncomfortable
What we admire we praise; and when we praise, Advance it into notice, that its worth Acknowledged, others may admire it too.
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Acknowledge Admire Advance May Other Praise Worth
I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
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Doctrine Hand Heart Life Man Pure Venerate
Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
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Devil Knee Prayer Saint Trembles Weakness
Truth is the golden girdle of the globe.
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Globe Golden Griddle Truth
The still small voice is wanted.
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Still Voice Want Wanted
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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Doctrine Grace Language Men Plain Simple Sincere
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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Courage Failure Move Moving Mysterious Perform
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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Beach God Moving Mysterious Perform Wonder
Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
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Bliss Kissing Soul Tear Unseen Weep
There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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Pain Pleasure Poet Poetic Poetry
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
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Air Brisk Ear Heart Martial Melt Mind Music Pease Pitch Soul Sound Sympathy
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?
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Alast Best Blessing Enemy Forgiveness Friend Instance Life Neglect Remember
There is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
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Affliction Encourage Every Give Great Lot Mercy Place Reconcile

Grief is itself a medicine.

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