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Seite 178 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Seite 56 - But now, after that ye have known God, or rather are known of God, how turn ye again to the weak and beggarly elements, whereunto ye desire again to be in bondage?
Seite 35 - A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine : Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that and the action fine.
Seite 2 - And now I am no more in the world, but these are in the world, and I come to thee. Holy Father, keep through thine own name those whom thou hast given me, that they may be one, as we are.
Seite 121 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Seite 93 - God who makes the sun to know His proper hour to rise, And to give light to all below, Doth send him round the skies. When from the chambers of the east His morning race begins, He never tires, nor stops to rest ; But round the world he shines.
Seite 108 - Morbid, all bile, and verjuice, and nerves, Where other people would make preserves, He turns his fruits into pickles : Jealous, envious, and fretful by day, At night, to his own sharp fancies a prey, He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.
Seite 103 - Behold, the hour cometh, yea, is now come, that ye shall be scattered, every man to his own, and shall leave me alone : and yet I am not alone, because the Father is with me.