Sir Walter Scott

Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
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Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly,
Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky.
Then let the good Thy mighty name revere,
And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.

He, who holds out but a doubtful hope of succour to the
afflicted, denies it.

He, who holds out but a doubtful hope of succour to the
afflicted, denies it.

Consider an enemy may become a friend.

Consider an enemy may become a friend.

As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.

As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.

Bear in mind that you commit a crime by injuring even a wicked
brother.

Bear in mind that you commit a crime by injuring even a wicked
brother.