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Commemoration of Charles Williams, Spiritual Writer, 1945 I thirst, but not as once I did, The vain delights of earth read more
Commemoration of Charles Williams, Spiritual Writer, 1945 I thirst, but not as once I did, The vain delights of earth to share; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid That I should seek my pleasures there. It was the sight of Thy dear cross First weaned my soul from earthly things; And taught me to esteem as dross The mirth of fools, and pomp of kings. I want that grace that springs from Thee, That quickens all things where it flows; And makes a wretched thorn like me Bloom as the myrtle or the rose. Dear fountain of delight unknown! No longer sink beneath the brim, But overflow, and pour me down A living and life-giving stream! For sure, if all the plants that share The notice of Thy Father's eye, None proves less grateful to His care, Or yields Him meaner fruit than I.
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
That good diffused may more abundant grow.
That good diffused may more abundant grow.
Gloriously drunk, obey the important call.
Gloriously drunk, obey the important call.
His frown was full of terror, and his voice
Shook the delinquent with such fits of awe
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His frown was full of terror, and his voice
Shook the delinquent with such fits of awe
As left him not, till penitence had won
Lost favor back again, and clos'd the breach.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And read more
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
O Winter! ruler of the inverted year,
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I crown thee king of intimate read more
O Winter! ruler of the inverted year,
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I crown thee king of intimate delights,
Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness,
And all the comforts that the lowly roof
Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours
Of long uninterrupted evening, know.
O solitude, where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the read more
O solitude, where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
Than reign in this horrible place.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
'Tis Providence alone secures
In every change both mine and yours.
'Tis Providence alone secures
In every change both mine and yours.
