Francis Quarles

Feast of Luke the Evangelist He is my Altar, I His holy place; I am His guest, and He my read more

Feast of Luke the Evangelist He is my Altar, I His holy place; I am His guest, and He my living food; I'm His by penitence, He is mine by grace; I'm His by purchase, He is mine by blood; He's my supporting elm, and I His vine: Thus I my Best-beloved's am; thus He is mine.

While we are making up our minds as to when we shall begin. the
opportunity is lost.

While we are making up our minds as to when we shall begin. the
opportunity is lost.

Our God and soldier we alike adore,
When at the brink of ruin, not before;
After deliverance read more

Our God and soldier we alike adore,
When at the brink of ruin, not before;
After deliverance both alike requited,
Our God forgotten, and our soldiers slighted.

Temper your enjoyments with prudence, lest there be written on your heart that fearful word "satiety.".

Temper your enjoyments with prudence, lest there be written on your heart that fearful word "satiety.".

See, here's a shadow found; the human nature
Is made th' umbrella to the Deity,
To catch read more

See, here's a shadow found; the human nature
Is made th' umbrella to the Deity,
To catch the sunbeams of thy just Creator;
Beneath this covert thou may'st safely lie.