Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
WILLIAM COWPERSkins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
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Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
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A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
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The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.
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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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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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O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
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Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies… To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
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He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
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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.
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Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
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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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Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
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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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Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
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