Great offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.
WILLIAM COWPERWhen nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
More William Cowper Quotes
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Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
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An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.
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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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Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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Grief is itself a medicine.
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And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
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But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
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The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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The man to solitude accustom’d long, Perceives in everything that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees Have speech for him, and understood with ease,
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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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And natural in gesture; much impress’d Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
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Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
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Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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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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