Quote #22
And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
More from William Cowper
- What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
- God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
- 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!
- Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
- 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…
- Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.
- Misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case.
- His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.