Still ending, and beginning still.
WILLIAM COWPERThrows up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in
More William Cowper Quotes
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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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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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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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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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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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Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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…So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
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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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Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
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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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Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
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In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
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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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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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