He couldn't even tell whether he was angry or contrite, whether it was forgiveness he wanted or the power to forgive.
He couldn't even tell whether he was angry or contrite, whether it was forgiveness he wanted or the power to forgive.
I was not really angry: I felt for him all the time, and longed to be reconciled; but I determined he should make the first advances, or at least show some signs of an humble and contrite spirit, first; for, if I began, it would only minister to his self-conceit, increase his arrogance, and quite destroy the lesson I wanted to give him.
The Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine
A contrite heart or no?
What we saw was a father, a husband, a leader of our country who was contrite and was very sorry for his actions,
Repentance is but a kind of table-talk, till we see so much of the deformity of our inward nature as to be in some degree frightened and terrified at the sight of it.... A plausible form of an outward life, that has only learned rules and modes of religion by use and custom, often keeps the soul for some time at ease, though all its inward root and ground of sin has never been shaken or molested, though it has never tasted of the bitter waters of repentance and has only known the want of a Saviour by hearsay. But things cannot pass thus sooner or later repentance must have a broken and a contrite heart we must with our blessed Lord go over the brook Cedron, and with Him sweat great drops of sorrow before He can say for us, as He said for Himself 'It is finished.'
The spirit of non-violence necessarily leads to humility. Non-violence means reliance on God, the rock of ages. If we would seek his aid, we must approach Him with a humble and contrite heart.
Things that never die The pure, the bright, the beautiful That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of love and truth, The longing after something lost, The spirits yearning cry, The striving after better hopes These things can never die. The timid hand stretched forth to aid A brother in his need A kindly word in griefs dark hour That proves a friend indeed The plea for mercy softly breathed, When justice threatens high, The sorrow of a contrite heart These things shall never die. Let nothing pass, for every hand Must find some work to do, Lose not a chance to waken love Be firm and just and true. So shall a light that cannot fade Beam on thee from on high, And angel voices say to thee 'These things shall never die.'
The tender heart, the broken and contrite spirit, are to me far above all the joys that I could ever hope for in this vale of tears.
Between the humble and contrite heart and the majesty of heaven there are no barriers the only password is prayer.
We applaud him because his statement was swift, it was responsible, and it was contrite, ... We accepted the contrition and the spirit behind it and our board, in our session, unanimously accepted this statement as well as accepted Rev. Jackson's apology.
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