Sweet Mercy! to the gates of Heaven
This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven;
The rueful conflict, the read more

Sweet Mercy! to the gates of Heaven
This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven;
The rueful conflict, the heart riven
With vain endeavour,
And memory of earth's bitter leaven
Effaced forever.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost,
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When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost,
In wonder, love and praise.

Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human read more

Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

The most valuable things in life are not measured in monetary terms. The really important things are not houses and read more

The most valuable things in life are not measured in monetary terms. The really important things are not houses and lands, stocks and bonds, automobiles and real estate, but friendships, trust, confidence, empathy, mercy, love and faith.

Human beings are not condemned, because of their biological constitution, to annihilate each other or to be at the mercy read more

Human beings are not condemned, because of their biological constitution, to annihilate each other or to be at the mercy of a cruel, self-inflicted fate.

How can we speak of right and justice if we take an innocent creature and shed
its blood?
How can read more

How can we speak of right and justice if we take an innocent creature and shed
its blood?
How can we pray to God for mercy if we ourselves have no mercy?
Nobel laureate in literature.

The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it read more

The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.

Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.

Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.