The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
WILLIAM COWPERGod 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 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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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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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
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Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
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Absence of occupation is not rest.
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Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
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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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I am out of humanity’s reach.I must finish my journey alone,Never hear the sweet music of speech;I start at the sound of my own.
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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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Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
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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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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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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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Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
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The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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