Quote #19
No voice divine the storm allay'd, No light propitious shone; When, snatch'd from all effectual aid, We perish'd, each alone; But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelmed in deeper gulphs than he.
More from William Cowper
- Misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case.
- Oh! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heav'nly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb!
- Misses! the tale that I relate This lesson seems to carry - Choose not alone a proper mate, But proper time to marry.
- What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
- Beware of desp'rate steps! The darkest day (Live till tomorrow) will have passed away.
- And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
- Visits are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not that, would do nothing.
- God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.