In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
WILLIAM COWPERThe Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
More William Cowper Quotes
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God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
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They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
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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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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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Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
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The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.
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Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense?
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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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Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
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The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
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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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This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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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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No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
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