God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
WILLIAM COWPERHe finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not color’d like his own, and having pow’r T’ enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
More William Cowper Quotes
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In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
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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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A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
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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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If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.
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Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
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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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The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.
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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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Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
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Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
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Variety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
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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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Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
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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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