Night is the time for rest; how sweet when labors close, to gather round an aching heart the curtain of repose; stretch the tired limbs, and lay the weary head down on our own delightful bed.
The flower of weakness grows on a stern of grace.
Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.
There are no fragments so precious as those of time, and none are so heedlessly lost by people who cannot make a moment, and yet can waste years.
Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire.
Time is eternity begun.
Topics: Time Management
Remembered joys are never past; at once the fountain, stream, and sea, they were, they are, they yet shall be.
O thou, by whom we come to God, The Life, the Truth, the Way, The path of prayer Thyself hast trod—Lord teach us how to pray.
Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.
Not all the pomp and pageantry of worlds reflect such glory on the eye supreme, as the meek virtues of the holy man.
To-morrow – oh, ’twill never be,
If we should live a thousand years!
Our time is all to-day, to-day,
The same, though changed; and while it flies
With still small voice the moments say:
“To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise”.
Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,
Uttered, or unexpressed;
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
Through every pulse the music stole, and held sublime communion with the soul; wrung from the coyest breast the imprisoned sigh, and kindled rapture in the coldest eye.
The Rose has but a Summer reign, The daisy never dies.
The soul, of origin divine, God’s glorious image, freed from clay, in heaven’s eternal sphere shall shine, a star of day!—The sun is but a spark of fire, a transient meteor in the sky; the soul immortal as its sire, shall never die.
The saint that wears heaven’s brightest crown in deepest adoration bends; the weight of glory bows him down the most when most his soul ascends; nearest the throne itself must be the footstool of humility.
If God hath made this world so fair, where sin and death abound, how beautiful, beyond compare, will paradise be found.
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