Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
WILLIAM COWPERYe fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
More William Cowper Quotes
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The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.
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The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
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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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They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
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God made the country, and man made the town.
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Truth is the golden girdle of the globe.
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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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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
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After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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What peaceful hours I once enjoy’d! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
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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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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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Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
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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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