How happy it is to believe, with a steadfast assurance, that our petitions are heard even while we are making them; and how delightful to meet with a proof of it in the effectual and actual grant of them.
WILLIAM COWPERWhen nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Truth is the golden girdle of the globe.
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The still small voice is wanted.
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What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?
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Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
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Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
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And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow’d perhaps by a smile.
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Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
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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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Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
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Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
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Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
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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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I will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.
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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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Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
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