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 COWPERA fool must now and then be right, by chance
More William Cowper Quotes
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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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Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
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Accomplishments have taken virtue’s place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
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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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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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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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Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.
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To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
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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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A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
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Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
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Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
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But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
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Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
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The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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