On Love:
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
(From: Praise For The Fountain Opened)
Lord it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love Thee and adore, —
Oh!
(From: Lovest Thou Me?)
Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more.
On Life:
But this with boldness I proclaim,
Nor care if thousands hear,
Sweet is the ointment of His name,
Not life is half so dear.
(From: The Hidden Life)
Oh that those lips had language Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last
On Knowledge:
Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
On God:
Oh let me then at length be taughtWhat I am still so slow to learnThat God is love, and changes not,Nor knows the shadow of a turn.
On Religion:
Religion does not censure or excludeUnnumbered pleasures, harmlessly pursued.